No one ever would've guessed that the Jedi would need to modify or make robes the right size and shape to fit a horse. But for the first time ever, they did just that.. It felt pretty odd to Comedia when she put them on. The only thing she didn't wear were boots.

Comedia stood in a Jedi training room with Master Yoda acting as her instructor. A few other masters sat on the side benches in observation, and Emeraldi too for moral support.

A little droid was set up, very much like the ones used to help Jedi younglings practice using their lightsabers to deflect blaster fire. But Comedia didn't have a lightsaber. It was too early to know if Comedia would even have one given that she did not have hands. Before they could do anything else, they had to test how well she used to Force.

The alicorn princess sniffed the droid and tapped it with her hoof curiously. Two elder Jedi Masters Sinube and Yoda came to be her instructors.

"What exactly am I supposed to do with this?"

"You are the first equine Jedi I have ever seen." Sinube said. "Rest assured, your teaching should not be too different from that of any other. You simply need the correct teachings by first determining the strength of your abilities."

"Concentrate, young Comedia." Yoda said. "Only stunt blasts are these. Harm you, they will not."

"What happens if one does hit me?" Comedia tapped the droid again, and hit fired on blast that hit her front leg. "Ow!"

"That." Yoda chuckled.

"Are we sure this is safe?" Ki-Adi said. "Could I not teach her myself? Master Skywalker coaches his daughter, does he not?"

"Much younger than Comedia, Gabriella is. More time she has to learn from her father. Late Comedia is in hers. More than one teacher she likely will need. Nonetheless, as her father, your support she will require to grow."

"I don't know much about Jedi training, but shouldn't you take into account her past?" Emeraldi said. "As happy go lucky as my sister is, she's been through a lot of trauma."

"Worry not, Lady Evermare. Accommodate the best we can, we shall."

"I've always been curious. Why do you always talk backwards?" Emeraldi said. "Is that something done on your home planet or something?"

Ki-Adi was still unsure about all of this. He hadn't even been Comedia's father for a year, but that didn't mean there wasn't a lot of stuff he had yet to learn about her. It didn't surprise him that much that her parents didn't teach her how to use her magic. One, because her mother was a pegasus without magic of her own, who also spent more time worrying about how well groomed she was for a photo than her daughters' well-being. Even if she wasn't the half doing most of the physical abuse, she was verbally abusive and had a gift for manipulating people. Comedia and Emeraldi's father, on the other hoof, was just physically and verbally abusive as well as neglectful with both his children, and Emeraldi knew as much about using magic as her sister's new father did.

For Comedia, learning to make jokes and play pranks came easy once she read a few books and educated herself on the necessary statistics and such. But using some special force that wasn't magic spells... that was another story. To her knowledge, no horses had ever been Force sensitive.

She remembered when she was younger, hearing about the Jedi from her cousin Fantasia after the Republic formed an alliance with the Enchantra High Commission and the Nine Kingdoms.

The droid was activated, and Comedia got into position. Her assignment: use the Force to detect when and from where the droid would blast her. The droid would start slow, but it would speed up with time and move all around. Comedia jumped and ducked to avoid many blows; mostly, because she didn't want to get stung again.

"Yipe!" Comedia yelped, ducking quickly to miss another shot. "Missed me!"

Comedia blew a raspberry at the droid in taunting, only for it to barely miss her tail.

"Hey, watch it! I just had my curls done."

The droid kept firing, but Comedia somehow managed to dodge most every shot. Still, Ki-Adi felt worried as he watched.

Comedia ducked again as a blaster bolt nearly hit her beanie.

"Hey, watch it! Mess up my favorite hat, you're in for it!" She threatened the droid. It just responded by barely missing her hoof. "So that's how it's gonna be, huh?"

Comedia started to fly to dodge more shots the droid fired and started flying around and around as the droid started to spin around and then blast again, the silly-corn dodging again and again.

"Comedia, slow down!" Ki-Adi panicked.

"Relax, Dad. I got this-Whoa!" Comedia screeched to a halt as she nearly crashed into the wall, and the droid was deactivated. "That was close!"

"Okay, Comedia. That was good." Mace said. "You're fast at dodging things. But there's more to Jedi training that blaster fire."

"Like what?"

Another test was brought up. Comedia showed she had quick reflexes, but what the Jedi really needed to test was how well she connected with the Force. From what they could see in the test she just completed, it was more of her using her eyes to watch the droid, and potentially her natural equine instinct to sense oncoming dangers. Therefore, it may be harder to determine if her actions were influenced by Force sensitivity or equine instincts.

So, Master Windu got a tablet with pictures, like the one used to test Anakin when he first came to the Temple.

"What's that for?" Comedia asked, sniffing the tablet, only for Mace to pull it away and have her back up.

"It's some test with pictures you have to guess." Myra said. "Dad made me take that test when Mom moved us here."

"How does it work?"

"Five different pictures will appear on this screen. You will have to identify them without seeing them." Mace explained.

Comedia was confused.

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"Through the Force. It will guide you."

"How?"

"Basically, you'll kinda get this feeling, like you're seeing the picture in your head." Myra said. "That's how it worked when I took it."

"Just do your best, Comedia." Ki-Adi said. "You can do this."

Comedia sat on the floor and waited for the first picture to come up. She closed her eyes and started to concentrate as the first picture came on the screen. The first picture was something simple. A picture of a cup.

"Okay, I can see something." Comedia shut her eyes a little tighter. "Is it a cup?"

"That's correct." Mace said.

"Huh. That was easy."

"Don't get too excited. It gets harder." Myra said.

"Myra, don't make her nervous." Mace scolded. "But don't worry if you get stuck, Comedia."

The next picture came up. A picture of a speeder. That was a little harder for Comedia to picture.

"Is it a carriage of some kind?" Comedia guessed.

"Close. But not quite."

Emeraldi looked at it. "It's a speeder."

Comedia groaned. Then the next picture came up. There was picture of a planet next, but Comedia guessed it to be a beach ball. The next one was a star, but Comedia thought it was a piñata. And then came the final picture. It should have been really easy because it was just a picture of a triangle. But Comedia concetrated, and when she started getting a picture in her head, she saw a triangle, but she thought it was just the outline of a more complex picture.

"Uh... it's a pyramid! No! A circus tent! No! A sailboat? A tortilla chip? A slice of pizza?" Comedia shut her eyes tighter and tried to concentrate even harder, and she started to look like she was in pain.

"Does she have a stomach ache?" Caleb whispered to his master.

And then Comedia snapped.

"AGH!"

An unusual pink glow came from Comedia's horn, the tablet cracked, and a bunch of pink sparkles flew all around and started flying around and on everyone.

Mace started laughing as some of the sparkles hit him, and everyone else started laughing too. Many were holding her stomachs, laughing, or rolling on the floor laughing, begging it to stop.

"Em-Emeraldi what kind of sparkles are these?" Ki-Adi asked, laughing.

"Ti-tickle twinkles!" Emeralid laughed. "They know your tickle spots-hahaha! And tickle you relentlessly! Comedia, make them stop!"

But even Comedia was laughing herself silly.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to do that!" Comedia started frantically flapping her wings to get rid of the pesky sparkles and cast another spell from her horn to make the others vanish, to everyone's relief.

"Okay, what was that all about?" Myra asked.

"That happens when I get frustrated sometimes." Comedia said. "I've always had this problem between my jokes and my emotions. Normally, jokes and silliness makes me happy, but because I wasn't allowed to do it for so long, I had to basically bottle up my feelings. So, now when my emotions get too strong and I can't calm them down, random acts of comedy just burst out of my horn. Sometimes it's tickle twinkles, other times it's a cotton candy cocoon."

"It's true," said Emeraldi. "One time she turned the whole manor into a bouncy castle in her sleep."

"Bad dream?" Myra guessed.

"Nope. Too much Halloween candy. That'll teach me to each thirty pounds of candy in one night."

"How do you not have diabetes?"

"I'm a horse, we eat a lot in one day. Plus, I'm one eighth candy-corn on my mother's side. Point is, I'm still barely trained with my other power, and by now I'm supposed to be nearly completed in my training, which my birth father was negligent in even starting when I was small. Traditionally, it's Enchanteds' parents who teach them their first spells, hexes, and potion making before they start school, but I had to figure everything out on my own."

"Didn't you ask your cousins for help?" Ki-Adi asked.

"Reigna is too busy with her work as queen to teach a fourth horse. She barely had enough time to teach her three fillies. And Emeraldi could teach me to fly and run and such, but it's not exactly simple for a pegasus to teach magic without a horn of their own."

"It's true." Emeraldi said.

Comedia felt very discouraged in the moment. She was super late in Jedi training and in magic training.

"I'm late for learning everything! I'll never be great at spell casting, I'll never be a great Jedi because I never had a good teacher, and the only thing I'm good at is pulling pranks. My life is one big joke!"

Comedia stomped out of the room and ran off.

"Comedia!" Ki-Adi called.

Emeraldi sighed. She stopped Ki-Adi from going after her with her wing.

"Master Mundi... this is a job for a big sister."

Comedia looked at her panda bear and concentrated, trying to make the plush move with her mind, but no avail.

"Come on, Benny. Work with me, please!" Comedia begged.

But, the bear just fell on its back, and Comedia doubted it was by the Force. She groaned.

"And you call yourself emotionally supportive?!" Comedia yelled at the bear.

"You know, there's no need to make your teddy feel bad about himself." another voice said.

Comedia looked up to see her big sister there.

"What are you still doing here?" Comedia said, putting her head down.

"Being here for you, as I should've been long ago." Emeraldi said. "You know it's not true. Your life is not a joke. Our parents were the joke. Giving either of us life was the only good thing either of them did in their lives. But this isn't about them. It's about you."

Comedia didn't look at her sister, who continued to speak.

"You're more gifted than even you realized, sis. Come on, don't tell me you don't see it. You make people laugh, you cheer them up with a good joke, and there's no one else I know who could pull off a prank of a reflection coming to life with a fake mirror and quick outfit changes. And not a lot of people can pull off a propeller hat like you."

"I can't do anything that matters though. You saw what happened in there. I can't even tell in my own mind what some Jedi Force is telling me."

"While I admit I don't know really anything about the Force the Jedi are always mentioning, I've spent a lot of time observing stuff to notice flaws in a system. And maybe something in your mind is the problem."

"Thanks, I needed that." Comedia said sarcastically.

"I didn't mean it like that! What I mean to say, is that from what I could see, you were overthinking it. Remember that last picture? It was just a triangle, but you thought it was to outline a more complex picture of something triangle shaped."

Comedia thought about it and started to think her sister had a point. Overthinking things had a way of driving people, and occasionally horses, mad. Jedi were no exception to this rule.

"You know, you're already great at making things. Your father showed me that little heart in the box you crafted for him. So, you've obviously got a well working brain in that head of yours. You didn't need to be a master of magic or the Force to master pranks either. We just gotta find a way to turn what you've already mastered into Jedi training, and into magic training too."

"What if I can't do it?" Comedia said, tears coming to her eyes. "I've only ever been good at messing up."

"You're still letting our former parents' words get to you? I get it, it's hard to get away from those bad memories. I won't sugarcoat it, frou frou fancy stuff is not your thing, though you did amazing at the pageant, and blue is a nice color on you. But going outside the norm, that's something you've never been afraid of, and you've never been afraid to look silly either. So, why should that stop you from becoming the best Jedi princess pony you can be?"

Comedia sniffed and wiped a tear from her eye with her wing as she thanked her sister for giving her that pep talk.

"Thanks, Em. I really needed that."

The two sisters nuzzled each other, when they suddenly heard the sound of someone rocking on a guitar and singing pretty loudly.

Emeraldi and Comedia followed the sound to another room where Myra was rocking out and singing with her guitar, and Anakin was there, covering his ears from the loud noise.

"Dad? What's going on in here?" Comedia shouted over the loud music.

"What?!" Ki-Adi said, his hands over his ears too.

"Okay, Myra! I think that's enough!" Mace said, unplugging the speaker so Myra would stop being so loud.

"Aw! You're no fun!"

"We're also not deaf, thank the Force." Anakin said, picking into his ear. "I think my ears just popped."

"What's going on?" Emeraldi asked.

Anakin explained to the sisters and the others about Crescenda the siren stealing people's voices, and how she didn't know Count Crescendo didn't have a voice now because she'd stolen it. The royal family had a plan to capture her, but they needed time to lure Crescenda to them, but in order to do that, they needed to find some folks with very powerful singing voices and musical talents. Myra, being a natural born rock star, was a good addition, and Magenta was literally famous for her strong vocal and musical performance. Emeraldi stepped forward and volunteered.

"Count me in. I haven't stopped or forgotten my opera training."

"Is there anything else any of us can do to help?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Anyone who can sing, perform. But if you can't sing, work the lights and stuff backstage. We need everyone we can get." Anakin said. "Crescenda is intent on silencing everyone she can, but you don't need my brother or sister-in-law's musical expertise to know that many voices are more powerful than one."

"Count me in too." Comedia said.

"Are you sure, Comedia?" Anakin said. He pet her muzzle. "I don't doubt your skills as a jokester or even a singer, but you are still new to Jedi training."

"But I can still help. I don't know exactly how yet, but like you said, you need everyone you can get."

Anakin smiled and said, "Now that's a princess-like attitude."