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Path of The Dai Bendu Part 1: Initiate Chapter 4: Heart of Kyber

Ilum is cold. You had thought Coruscant got cold. But, oh my gosh you are so, so very wrong! You pull your coat tighter and nuzzle into as much of the fluff as you can.

Duz takes one look at you and nearly falls over laughing.

"What's so funny?" You ask sourly.

"You look like a marshmallow. Jedi marshmallow!" Duz bursts into laughter again and you smile behind your fluffy collar.

"Yeah, well we're about to be Jedi snow people if we don't catch up." You playfully bump into Duz. You see Duz grins so big his sharp teeth make it almost a snarl. Duz grabs your hand, perhaps worried that if you fall your coat would keep you down, and helps you catch up to your clan.

Outside of the Jedi Temple, jagged stone layers the cliff wall in seemingly random places. Yet to you it almost feels purposeful.

Master Zepcira stops at a platform, kneels as she examines the ground, then smiles.

"Younglings, welcome. To enter the temple we must work together. Reach out to the Force, and bid that it open the path. Only then may we continue."

Master Zepcira reaches a hand towards the stone and you feel her focus. You reach out and follow her example, feeling your clan joining. You feel the Force flowing from beyond the wall like a bubbling spring. As if it was reaching to touch you as much as you reached to touch it. You feel at peace even as the harsh winds kick snow and ice at you.

Slabs of stone slide into the ground as your clan wills it. Ice crackles and stone moves with the satisfying sound of stone on stone, revealing an opening to the temple. You make a mental note to research the architecture of this temple as you note the sharpness of the angles used.

"Quickly, the sun is nearly in position and your time is short." Master Zepcira says.

The inside leads to the vestibule with a ceiling that must reach to the very top of the cliff. Arches cover the wall, hinting at hidden passages and hidden windows to the sky.

Giant statues of Jedi wielding their sabers in a guarded position lead to the center platform, itself surrounded by four pillars. Beyond is a wall of ice. Master Zepcira pulls her lightsaber out and allows the clan to examine it, the soft blue glow of the blade the color of Ilum ice.

"The crystal is the heart of the blade. The heart is the crystal of the Jedi. The Jedi is the crystal of the Force. The Force is the blade of the heart. All are intertwined: the crystal, the blade, the Jedi. We are one. Remember this when you seek your crystal, younglings."

Master Zepcira waves a hand high in the air and the sound of moving stone fills the air. You look up and see a beam of sunlight. Master Zepcira's hands begin to move more rhythmically and you notice the giant kyber crystal moves on golden gears. As it turns, the gears click, spinning the crystal faster and closer to the sunlight. As the sunlight hits the crystal it begins to glow and send sunbeams out as if the crystal was the true source of light. A smaller crystal begins to rotate around the larger one until it finds its place. The sunbeam refracts, the new beam touching the ice wall. Ice quickly melts and the water cascades down the steps into a base surrounding the platform.

"Go, seek your crystals. Trust yourselves. Trust each other. Most of all trust in the Force. As soon as you have found your crystal, return immediately. As soon as the sun sets, the water will freeze again. It will trap any who linger within."

Lok dashes past Master Zepcira, stopping at the top of the stairs.

"Then let's go!" Lok disappears inside the cavern, spurring your clan to action. You each run inside, barely managing to keep your balance on the wet stairs.

As you enter, you note the symbol design on the ground, one you don't quite recognize. A circle with a rounded cross shape within, and a jagged x with a circle inside that.

You jog into a tunnel at random, already separated from your clan and stop. You won't make any progress like this. You take a deep breath, feeling the cold fill your body. You release the breath and watch it leave you in a little cloud before disappearing.

You reach out to the Force and it suddenly feels like an echo being bounced around the walls. You ease your view and realize that the entire cavern is embedded with the Force. You need to narrow your view. But what should you search for?

The crystal will be an extension of you. Should you look for yourself? That didn't make much sense and you aren't sure what that would even look like.

"Okay.." you whisper to the cave. "You're full of the Force and so am I. Right now there's so much I can't tell what's what. But you know what's what, so I'll trust you to lead me."

You close your eyes and once again, slowly this time, reach out to the Force like someone entering a bright room from darkness. You take a step, hearing it quietly echo, feeling the labyrinthine tunnel. You take another step. You feel your clan mates seeking their own Crystal's. You open your eyes to the Force and see that place between from your dreams or at least, almost. You are in darkness, yet lights like stars twinkle distantly. There are no other celestial bodies. Your steps cause the floor to be disturbed like water, echoing out away from you. What does this mean?

You don't know, but you feel there must be a reason. You take careful steps forward and hear distant voices echo across the stars. You try to understand what the voices are saying, but you can't.

You take another deep breath and try to focus on where the Force wants you to be. You begin to hear an odd, yet pleasant, sound. It makes you think of wind chimes and gardens. You hear another, this time like the ocean, but again there is a musical quality to it. Soon an entire choir of sound rings out around you, their lights shine in so many different colors and hues.

You realize that you could take any one of the crystals, they each resonate with a portion of you. But not all of you. Not of who you would become. You continue past the surrounding beauty and allow their songs to be heard but not taken.

You walk for long enough that your legs begin to ache and a doubt begins to whisper in your mind. Are you being a perfectionist? Should you just take a crystal before it gets too late? How much time had passed? Would you get yourself stuck in the cave? It did seem like something that would happen and Duz would be disappointed in you. And then what if that meant you could not be a Jedi. That you had failed.

No. You would not fail. Even if you got stuck, Duz would be supportive. Besides, the tradition was clear. You could not settle. You needed to find the one crystal that truly called you. These others held only a half true call. You breathe again and center yourself. You allow the worry, the doubt, and the fear to pass through you. These feelings existed to keep the body alive but for a Jedi they would only shackle you.

You hear a new song, louder than the others. This is the one. You figure out its direction and go. Your presence echoes in the Force, the kyber crystals echo it back. Yet you can't decipher them.

You blink and you find yourself in the crystal caves of Ilum again. Around you are stalagmites and stalactites. Which were which again?

You see stone jutting up, a stalagmite you recall, glowing a soft golden light from an opening at the top. You walk up to it and look inside.

There is your crystal, humming softly now. And submerged in water. Why hadn't this frozen over? You reach towards the crystal, stopping before the water, and call the crystal to your hand. It does not move and the crystal's hum almost seems to giggle in its rhythm.

You frown. Pulling something this small shouldn't have been difficult for you. But no, this has to be part of it. You examine the stalagmite and the hollow. You look at the water and realize you have no idea how deep it really is.

Your brow furrows as you think about your training. You recall reading about various padawan trials that had to be passed before knighthood. One in particular came to mind, the Trial of the Flesh. The trial of overcoming pain, physical and mental.

You remember in ancient times that this trial often was read in such a way that a padawan might be subjected to varying levels of painful experiences. But nowadays the core of this trial was more about overcoming loss in its many forms.

You do not think you are being subjected to this trial, but it reminds you that sometimes pain might be necessary. You undo your coat and the cold immediately siphons as much heat as it can away from you.

You take a shuddered breath and slip your left arm out while trying to keep the rest of you covered. You roll up your sleeve, take another shivering breath and plunge your arm into the water.

As soon as you touch it you gasp. Still, you keep your arm submerged and try to reach the crystals. You reach, putting more of your arm until you're shoulder deep. And still you can't quite reach. Your teeth chatter as Your body begins shivering so badly your bones ache.

You can barely feel your arm, but the intense pin-and-needle feeling assures you that you still have an arm. You try to call your crystal to you again and this time you think you see it move. You force yourself to breath, to let the cold seep in and through you and pass you. To let the pain pass. Aware that the pain was your body trying to help keep you alive and from danger. But trusting the Force to protect you despite the danger to yourself.

It was a stupid thing you had done, really. All logic said it was reckless. The Force said do it anyway. At least, you think that's it's will. Heck, you trusted the Force enough that if you felt it at a cliff, you'd probably jump off and trust things to work out.

You feel something slimy burn like fire on your submerged arm. You gasp a whimper, the cold forcing too much air from you to scream as you struggle to keep your arm in the water.

You angle your head for a look down the stalagmite. If you weren't already shivering you would now. Heck, a lot of fear response would be hitting if the cold wasn't already demanding your body's attention.

Instead you let out a shuddering groan as thin, slug-like worms crawl up your arm. You try to focus and feel for a mind of some kind, a connection you could use. All living things are capable of being touched by the Force in some kind of way. All living things are part of the Force. If you could... just… there!

The slug worms stop at your shoulder, their long bodies weaved around your arm with no end to their long bodies in sight. You look like a droid poorly connected to the stone. And still they burn your skin. You would have thought the feeling of heat would have offset the cold. But no. Just pain and only pain.

Focus. You mentally ask the slug worms to hand you the crystal. The slug worms, for their part, do not have a brain and thus are confused by this request. You try to simplify things by instructing their movements in such a way that they slide off you (ouch), wrap around the crystal, and clumsily lift to your hand. You manage to close your hand around the crystal and pull your arm from the water as the slug worms slither back into unseen burrows.

The crystal fills you with a pleasant warmth that reminds you of the temple gardens and the Coruscant sun at noon. You realize your arm is dry and doesn't hurt, though you now have marks from the slug worms. You quickly put your coat back on, remembering you could freeze. You end up switching the crystal to your right hand as you slip your arm in the sleeve. The crystal has an odd pointyness that gives you the impression of holding a tiny star. It also made it difficult to slip your arm through the sleeve without stabbing yourself with it, thus the change of hands.

As soon as your coat is securely in place, the crystal's warmth fades. You consider your kyber crystal and remember reading that kyber crystals were said to form in the heart of stars. You feel like you could believe it, looking at yours. You grin. And then you look around. You have no idea where you are. Uh-oh.

You force yourself to stay calm. You can just use the Force to find your way out again. You think, anyways. You reach out to the Force and the crystal seems to warm up in your hand. That makes you pause. Part of the reason Jedi obtained a kyber crystal for their lightsaber was to act as a sort of foci. A way to maintain a kind of balance in the Force.

You hold your crystal up and feel the warmth as you enter a moving meditation. You suppose you had done a moving meditation to get here, even if it had been an unusual way of presenting itself to you. But this time you are still aware of the physical world around you. You begin walking up a slope, slowly growing steeper until you're forced to climb. You tuck the crystal away in your coat, confident that it won't fall out.

How in the world had you ended up all the way down here? It hardly seemed to make sense, but you suppose you just had to accept it. The Force moves in mysterious ways. Did that make you, as a Jedi mysterious? You've seen enough to know non-Force users certainly thought so.

Your left arm begins to ache as you climb. It seemed that even your crystal was limited on how much it could help with that. You push through, determined to reach the top. Besides, it was not as bad as the water or the slug worms. That had been the worst thing you've ever felt.

Your hands finally find the edge to your exit, or at least the path to the exit. You practically throw yourself up the final few feet and land with a huff. You can't wait to go home and curl up in bed, maybe have some warm cocoa with Duz before passing out.

You pat your coat and feel the crystal warm, as if saying "yup, still here buddy!" You smile. Kyber crystals aren't sentient, but their connection to the Force and to the Jedi suggests a borderline sentience. At least, that's what you read. You smile at the idea of your crystal having sentience and becoming friends.

You suppose, in this imagined scenario, it would be it's own being with a history of symbiosis with Jedi, both gaining strength, knowledge, and a greater connection to the Force. You frown as you walk as a new thought bubbles. Would it be rude to consider such a being as it then? Could Crystal's have gender? Probably not since their Crystal's but you feel at a loss at how one would address such a being, given your limited experience. You suppose there must be beings where being called boy or girl didn't quite fit. You hope you get to meet them one day.

The cave becomes more leveled, though there are still many twists and turns. But you feel like you're much closer to the entrance now. Your stomach sinks and your heart races as you feel something in the Force. You close your eyes and search for the source of dread.

You open your eyes and you are no longer you. You see a Zabrak Male pacing back and forth, his eyes never leaving yours. He wants to kill you but a barrier has paused your duel. You close your eyes briefly as you meditate in the time you have. This opponent is difficult. You feel his anger and his hatred directed at you. He is a Sith.

The barrier flicks off and you lunge at him. He blocks your attacks but loses ground. He quickly begins to move from blocking, to countering and now you are losing ground. His strikes meet your lightsaber saber with quick and powerful blows. Your apprentice cannot help you. You will not be able to help him. He is safe behind the barrier.

The Sith pulls back and glares briefly with frustration. You take the opening but he blocks and hits you in the face with the handle of his double bladed saber. You recoil from the blow, but he has already pierced you. You feel the pain in your torso as Obi-Wan yells his anguish and you fall to your knees. Your strength leaves your body. Your vision fades to nothing. You feel yourself collapse.

"Shy? Shy!" Your hear Duz yell distantly. You are in your own body again but you can't seem to open your eyes or move. Your body hurts. Your heart hurts. Could it be real? Was Master Qui-gon really dead?

You vaguely hear Duz say a curse word you had taught him. Duz never cursed. You feel him pick you up and manage to balance you on him. It is difficult for you to tell how you are being moved. It all felt so far away. And you felt so very tired.

"Don't worry Shy, I'm gonna get us out of here. And then we're going to become Jedi together. Just stay alive!" You wish you could tell him not to worry. That you are alive and well. That it was Master Qui-gon that they should worry for. But right now… nothing seemed like a nice place to be… as you feel yourself slip into unconscious….

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Path of The Dai Bendu Part 1: Initiate Chapter 3: Before Ilum and Negotiations

Today you are excited. Today you have no classes, a rare thing and not without cause. In theory it was so you could meditate or study, and you would do those things, but you also took the time to wander around the temple. You will be going to Ilum to find your kyber crystal and that meant you would soon become a Padawan. But first, there are people you want to talk to.

You walk through the Archives, looking at the busts of Masters who left the order. You look at the bust of Master Dooku- now Count Dooku last you heard. Looking at the familiar face makes your heart feel heavy. It has been six years, but a deep unease fills you when you think of Count Dooku, but you can not figure out why.

You continue walking around until you happen to see Obi-Wan in a different part of the temple. Not who you were looking for, but the opportunity for mischief is far too tempting.

You take a few centering breaths and feel yourself become more at one with the environment. This translated to you being a bit more difficult to notice. You quietly walk behind the distracted Obi-Wan. You oh so quietly fill your lungs with air. You sense his puzzlement, the barest hint of your presence touching his senses. You screech like a rancor.

Obi-Wan jumps and twists towards you, his surprised face turning to controlled frustration. You burst into laughter as his face begins to pink.

"Really, Shirilla? I would have thought you'd have grown bored of pulling the same prank by now." You could see the Padawan trying to scavenge his dignity as he brushed his sleeves of imagined dust.

"Yeah, but you don't pay enough attention so I can keep doing it. Also, it's really funny seeing you jump. I think if you had jumped just a little more you could have touched the ceiling. A new record." You could see him trying to keep the smile down as you grinned your infectious grin at him.

"I pay attention to what's important instead of finding ways to pull pranks, unlike some people." Obi-Wan raises his chin with all the pride of a noble, but the slight twitch of his lips betray his attempt at being the serious Jedi. "Besides, don't you have class?"

"Nope. We get to go to Ilum for The Gathering soon. Where's Master Qui-gon?"

"Preparing for our mission with the Trade Federation," Obi-Wan says this with confidence, yet you sense uncertainty. He doesn't actually know where Master Qui-gon is. "Just as you should be doing. The Gathering is as much a test as it is a right of passage."

"I'm preparing. Snuck up on you. Check. Talk to Master Qui-gon. Not check. I got to talk with Master Qui-gon, Obi-Wan! The Force wants me to. How am I supposed to concentrate if the Will of the Force is telling me something and I don't do it? Not very Jedi like, I say!" Obi-Wan places one hand on his hip and the other on his chin.

"Oh, well in that case, what does the 'Force' want you to talk to Master Qui-gon about?" You shrug.

"I don't know yet. I only know that I'm where I'm supposed to be." Obi-Wan's expression becomes more serious and his voice quieter.

"Is this one of your 'feelings'? The ones that are premonitions?" You had, on occasion given off comment advice to various Jedi. It seemed to happen randomly and was usually just a feeling you had. Many took it with a grain of salt, the translation of a vision was often colored by the lenses of perception and feelings of a seer. Still, they did merit consideration. And you knew they had proven helpful from time to time.

"Maybe? I'll know when I see him. That's how it usually is. By the way, I've been thinking about when I became a Padawan, the kind of master I'd like to train under. Do you have any idea who I should try to impress?"

"Have you considered meditating for a vision?" The amusement was creeping back in his voice. "In all seriousness you should consider what your future holds. Whether that means becoming a knight or joining one of the service corps."

"I know. It's just there's so much I want to do and learn that I just can't focus. I sometimes try to take a peek at my future, but then I get so excited thinking about the possibilities I end up daydreaming instead of meditating."

"Perhaps that is because you are full of possibilities." Master Qui-gon says as he descends the stairs.

"Hey, Master Qui-gon! I'm going to Ilum soon! Also, Obi-Wan almost touched the ceiling!" You could see the blush rising on Obi-Wan's face as Master Qui-gon chuckled.

This moment feels nice, almost dream-like. For a moment, you feel yourself pull away from it, as if you are an outsider looking in. You enjoy Master Qui-gon's serene face as he laughs and Obi-Wan's flustered expression as he tries to prove himself and come up with an excuse. You feel a chill creep up your spine.

"Master, when you go out on your mission… please be careful. I have a feeling that it's more dangerous than it might first seem." You say, interrupting Obi-Wan. A silence falls as Master Qui-gon and Obi-Wan look at you. This moment feels frozen in the odd unreality of it all.

"I can't see why it is," You continue a little quicker. "It feels like there's a cloud keeping me from seeing." You feel a sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach. You feel your eyes begin to water slightly, but you don't know why. Master Qui-gon kneels so he is at eye level and places a hand on your shoulder. His face is kind, you have difficulty remembering a time it wasn't, but serious.

"I will keep your words in mind, don't worry. Thank you for your warning." You feel the sincerity of his words. You give Master Qui-gon a quick hug, wiping your face dry, and pull away again with a smile.

"Good, because I'm going to want to show you the lightsaber I make!"

"I will look forward to it. Now, I'm afraid Obi-Wan and I must leave now. May the Force be with you and guide you."

"May the Force be with you!" You reply and run off. You feel slightly at ease, but as you stop to watch the two Jedi leave, you have the horrible feeling this will be the last time you see Master Qui-gon.

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Master List

Path of the Dai Bendu

Part 1

Chapter 1: Meditate

Chapter 2: Day to Day

Chapter 3: Before Ilum and Negotiations

Chapter 4: Heart of Kyber

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Path of The Dai Bendu Part 1: Initiate Chapter 2: Day to Day

After morning meditation is Force instruction. As Jedi Initiates, control is the first level of mastery. As Master Zepcira has said many times over, if you cannot remain in control of yourself, you will not be able to control your environment or surroundings.

The training of a Jedi is one that is always building off what has previously been learned. Thus Force abilities fall within three categories, taught in order: Control, Sense, and Alter.

The primary Force abilities taught under Control are Tutaminis - abilities related energy absorption, Curato Salvo - abilities related to healing, and Altus Sopor - abilities related to increasing one's focus in the Force.

Today your clan is practicing Tutaminis. Every day Master Zepcira let's your clan pick which skills to focus on. After all, you are Clan Heliost; the Clan of those who will hold great insight and wisdom. This did not stop the clan from bickering over what to learn.

Bho Wobbu, an Ithorian who liked braiding ribbons into bracelets for her classmates, had suggested Curato Salvo with a little too much pride when she added that healing was something she'd excel at.

Lok Darvorr, a fellow human who liked to think of himself as a leader but tended to lead trouble due to overconfidence, had wanted Tutaminis. He argued that a strong enough defense would be more than enough.

Duzadi had preferred to practice Altus Sopor, an area that could allow a person to become nearly invisible. You had thrown your support behind Duz, knowing it was always difficult for him to speak up in front of others.

This debate was a regular one between the three, usually popping up again a month later despite agreeing on a weekly lesson plan for what the clan would focus on. Master Zepcira allowed it to happen with only the occasional interference to keep the peace. After all, learning to argue, debate, and compromise would serve you and your clan well when you become Jedi.

Lok eventually won out this time, Duzadi's schedule having won last month. Now your weekly Force training looked like this:

Primeday - Tutaminis

Centaxday - Curato Salvo

Taungsday - Altus Sopor

Zhellday - Tutaminis

Benduday - Curato Salvo

You suppose that in another seven weeks it would change again. Regardless you got in your training and your clan started the second meditation of the day. This time you have no trouble slipping out of meditation when it's time to go to your History and Politics class.

Your clan leave together as Master Zepcira leads to another classroom, this one with desks. This was one of your favorite parts of the day, learning about history. The political side of it, less so. Adding to the challenge was the sheer number of different planets, each with a number of different cultures and customs. And yet, it was likely that you and your clan would one day visit many of these places and interact with these people.

It seemed hard to imagine things changing. You and your clan would eventually seek to become a padawan or perhaps join one of the service corps. Either way, whatever abilities you cultivated would help people, maybe even the entire galaxy. For now, though, you had to improve your math skills. You had just gotten back your quiz results and it looked pretty grim. Your other subjects were fairly strong, but you could see yourself and Duz helping tutor each other later tonight instead of going through the archives like you had wanted. For Duz's part, his weak spot was history. Still, he had a gift when it came to numbers and you could imagine him working on droids and computers for the order- skills that were high demand in the order, yet sorely lacking. Just like on tests, answering "The Force" to a given problem can only take you so far before it's not funny or effective.

After class was lunch. Today the food tasted bland and somehow made you think that if square had a taste it would be this. You always wonder about the food. It seemed to almost always be something different and varied on taste. You were half sure it was to give you a wide variety of food from different cultures. Lok like to think it was based on whatever the cook's happened to find when shopping. Duz didn't seem to care so long as he got to eat a lot of it.

Next was the third meditation of the day- this one almost always made you fall asleep sitting up since it was after lunch. It also meant you got chided by Master Zepcira for falling asleep instead of meditating.

Final activity of the day was physical training with Master Tera Sinube. Today you practice shii-cho, form 1, with training sabers. Going through the form's different stances is relaxing, almost meditative in it's own right.

The practice saber isn't very strong, getting hit with one might leave you with an uncomfortable tingling wherever you got hit but not cut or burnt. And though it isn't connected to you the way your lightsaber will one day be when you find your own kyber crystal, you feel a connection none the less. It feels part of you, like another part of your body and mind.

Eventually class ends. Next is the fourth meditation of the day. And then you have the rest of the evening. You and Duz make plans to meet later in the First Knowledge Quarter. Giving you enough time to wander around and speak to a Master.

You clear your head and begin wandering in a direction you feel pulled in, hoping the Force will guide you. You have been in nearly every area of the temple and every so often you have to stop and refocus on the guiding Force. Your own knowledge of the location distracts from its guidance.

Eventually you find yourself at a balcony overlooking one of the gardens. In a meditation position you see the familiar form of Master Dooku. You quietly go and kneel beside Master Dooku, waiting for him to notice you. After a handful of minutes Master Dooku speaks, his eyes still closed.

"Why are you here, Youngling?" You take a few seconds to find the words.

"Master, I think I have been having visions. Visions that… scare me." Master Dooku slowly opens his eyes and glances at you, studying you.

"And what do these visions show you?"

"I see a place in space surrounded by black holes, like walls. But beyond it is something...dark. Evil. It felt cold and lonely, but something worse underneath. It tried to reach out and touch me, but I did not accept it and that made it mad. Then I woke up."

"And what do you think this vision means?"

"I think something bad is coming or already here and we don't know it yet. But I don't know what it is and I think that scares me the most." Master Dooku nodded, his face difficult to read but you had the impression that he was pleased.

"It is good that you are honest with what you feel, Shirilla. Attempting to bury your emotions, even the negative, would leave you weak to the influence of the Dark Side." Master Dooku Pat's your head, a familiar gesture from one of the Jedi who had found and brought you to the order.

"However, I believe your vision is correct. I believe there is a threat to our very galaxy. I believe the Sith are returning." You feel yourself go cold at the word Sith. History had plenty to say on the atrocities they had committed.

"Then we need to tell the council!" You squeak. Master Dooku shakes his head.

"I have already suggested actions be taken." You sense more unsaid.

"Your leaving the order? Why?" You say. Master Dooku's face shows only a moment of surprise before his dignified expression returns.

"Yes. Serenno requires a strong leader. I must take my father's place now that he is passed. I will continue my investigation, I assure you." You feel that this is not the full truth, yet you cannot tell what isn't.

"Let me come with you, Master. I'm not a padawan yet, but I'm sure I can help!" Master Dooku's expression became severe, not harsh but clear.

"This is my path, dear child. Not yours. Complete your training and you will find your own path." You nod and promise yourself to learn all that you can, to grow strong, and one day find Master Dooku.

"Does Master Qui-gon know yet?" You ask. He was the other Jedi who had helped find you.

"Do not concern yourself in this matter. Everything will be taken care of. Now, I am sure you have your studies to attend to." You nod and get up. But before you leave you give Master Dooku a hug. He returns the hug, albeit awkwardly- Master Dooku did not care for such things but you got to be a rare exception.

As you leave you see a smile on Master Dooku's face. It seems happy but also sad. Remembering something, you yell.

"May the Force be with you!" You see the Master wince at your volume and then you are gone.

You go to your study time with Duz and you help each other improve your weaker studies. You end the session with the final meditation of the day- being a youngling meant meditating at least five times a day. You walk back to your quarters, this time taking your time, though you know you will have to get up early in the morning again. You like looking at the temple's art and architecture. You sometimes point something out to Duz and tell him about it. There was always something new you never noticed before.

Duz liked to joke that you'd have more time in the morning to look if you got up earlier. You would return with a scandalized look that never failed to make him laugh.

You lay in bed and know you will sleep well tonight. Whatever you saw or felt this morning would not trouble you for now. The future is not certain, it is constantly moving and changing. But your path felt more solid and you would trust that.

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