Accismus⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• Anakin Skywalker⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.•

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Years passed from the time Sol was found on the lower levels of Coruscant. Anakin Skywalker and Sol were trained from younglings to be their best, but the prophecy was still unfulfilled. 

The Jedi Council didn't know which of these younglings was the Chosen One. But none the less, they were trained and wielded their own lightsabers along with the other Jedi younglings. They grew from their childhood ages to teenagers, where they became Padawans.

On a day like any other, Master Obi-wan Kenobi and Padawan Anakin Skywalker walked the temple halls. The sun of Coruscant shown its soft orange through the tall windows and bathed the Jedi in its warmth. Obi-wan had grown from his days as a young Padawan and dawned a dark blonde beard and hair that skimmed the middle of his neck. His Jedi robes were a light beige with a dark brown robe over the top, his feet kicking the robe out as he walked.

Anakin had grown from the blonde boy he was back on Tatooine and into a handsome young man. His hair had darkened to a light brown with a Padawan braid behind his ear. A small ponytail curled at the back of his head and he stood slightly taller than his Master. His skin was a warm tan, and his robes were a mixture of black and dark brown leather. He had chosen darker robes for his Jedi attire, which wasn't the usual uniform, but it still conformed to the Order's way. Master Mace Windu was never a fan of the idea, but Master Kenobi always vouched for his student.

'I've had word that today will be a sparring day for Padawans,' Master Obi-wan informed Anakin as they walked. 'It'll be a good training opportunity for you, my young Padawan. Some opponents of different talents will be a good challenge.'

'Yes, Master,' Anakin replied in his smooth voice. 'Why is it only between Padawans? Is it some tradition?'

'You could say that. I suppose it's a way to make connections. You'll be working side by side with them one day. It's good to be aware of the Force abilities of others,' Obi-wan said and the two turned down the hall where the training courtyard was located.

'Do you remember much of your youngling days? I can remember you being quite the talker,' Obi-wan chuckled at the memories of a young Anakin. The younger of the two let the edge of his lips hitch up and thought about the days of swinging around small lightsabers that caused no physical harm.

'I do, Master. I never liked the theory lessons,' Anakin admitted with pitch in his voice at the smothering of a laugh. 'I liked fighting with the training droids. I remember Master Plo Koon's student having two left feet when it came to those blaster droids.'

Obi-wan chuckled again and the two reached the training courtyard. Entering through the doorless frame, the courtyard looked out onto the city where windows blocked the noises of speeders and traffic. A circle was made to allow sparring and duelling between two opponents, as well as an area towards the door where spectators could watch and give advice.

Occupying the sparring courtyard were two Jedi; a Master and a Padawan. In contrast to Obi-wan and Anakin's previous conversation, the teacher and student were in a training battle with their lightsabers. But this wasn't the usual session of clashing lightsabers and skilful moves. It was a flurry of green and light blue making quick movements that were beyond what Anakin Skywalker had ever seen.

The crowd of spectators contained Padawans and Masters who stood to the side to watch the spar from a safe distance. Dressed in their robes and lightsabers on their belts, Jedi watched in awe at the example battle that took place on the circular courtyard. Anakin and Obi-wan slipped in among the crowd, their eyes trained on the two opponents with lips parted and eyebrows raised.

Grand Master Yoda's small form leapt through the air with his green lightsaber in hand. His manipulation and understanding of the Force was how he earned the rank of Grand Master, and it was clear in his battle formations. His hunched posture and use of a walking stick was the opposite of how Master Yoda took part in battle, making most believe that it was a disguise to make opponents underestimate him. But in truth, Master Yoda savoured his strength and connection in the Force for battle. This meant that he was able to use the Force to its extent, but the energy it required would tire the green Master. This was why he used a walking stick and was the reason for his habit of hobbling from place to place.

In whizzes of his saber, the Grand Master jumped around his opponent with his mind almost completely one with the Force. Jedi usually feared ever having to face one of the most powerful Jedi of all time, but his opponent didn't shield away or cower in their defences and attacks.

Although taller and of the human species, the young woman who challenged Master Yoda did so flawlessly. Her hands clasped the handle of her lightsaber and connected its beam with Master Yoda's at every attack. But what shocked spectators was the woman's ability to jump around Master Yoda with as much fluidity as he did.

Her boots barely made a noise as they came in contact with the tiles of the floor. She leapt in circles and swung her lightsaber with rotations of her wrist; her reflexes quick and nimble. Gliding through the air at the speed of the green Master, the Padawan used the Force as her only guide and strength.

'Who is that?' Anakin found himself leaning over his Master's shoulder. His blue eyes were glued to the young woman who barely broke a sweat against Grand Master Yoda. He was sure that he didn't recognise the Padawan, but knew from the sight of the braid that fell down her back that she was a Jedi student.

'That is Master Yoda's Padawan, Sol,' Obi-wan replied in a hushed voice. He too was stunned to see the skill of the girl he had seen sparingly in her younger years, but knew Master Yoda wouldn't accept any less of a student.

'I wasn't aware Master Yoda had a Padawan,' Anakin said, his tone laced with confusion and a tinge of defence. He didn't recall ever seeing a female Padawan who was trained so skilfully and even less being the Padawan of the Grand Master of the Jedi Council.

'She was trained privately when she was a youngling,' Obi-wan said through the corner of his mouth. 'She is strong with the Force; perhaps even the Chosen One.'

The Chosen One. Anakin was always whispered about being the Chosen One. The one to bring balance to the Force and destroy the Sith, creating peace in the galaxy. Throughout his youngling years, other children kept away from him and mumbled about him as he walked by.

'Look, it's the one to save us all,' they would mock and giggle.

'I heard he has 30,000 midi-chlorians.'

'That's impossible!'

His destiny was set, but when Anakin heard that this woman who battled Grand Master Yoda could be the Chosen One, he felt a painful ball form in his stomach. Her feet that were silent against the tiled floor suddenly were loud and obnoxious, and the flick of her long, brown braid was the most irritating thing Anakin had ever seen. If anyone were to turn to Anakin, they would see the heavy brow over his eyes and a twinge that pulled his lips into a sneer.

As if sensing the young Skywalker's envy and irritation, Master Yoda and his Padawan paused in their spar. The two landed opposite each other with an equal amount of space between them and the centre of the courtyard. This allowed spectators to see the young woman who was once a blur of Force-guided movements and whizzing lightsabers. From beside his Master, Anakin Skywalker eyed the Padawan that he only just learnt existed.

Slender and toned, Sol stood tall with her lightsaber sheathed in its holder. Her Padawan braid had tinges of scarlet and it's ends skimmed the middle of her back. Her robes were sleeveless, revealing her arms that lead to the fingerless brown gloves covering her hands. The light beige tunic that crossed over her chest was accompanied by a utility belt, which she connected her lightsaber to silently. A thin hood fell down her back from her overtunic, which was different to what other Jedi wore. With dark brown pants and maroon combat boots, Anakin would never have guessed what Sol's Force signature would be like. But if he were to take the time, he would be surprised by the pure whiteness that her presence held in the Force.

'A challenging opponent, you have come to be, my young Padawan,' Master Yoda said, his walking stick back in his hands with his lightsaber hidden in his robes. 

After a bow to his student, which was mirrored from the young woman, the Grand Master resumed his hunched-over posture. He turned to the Padawans and Masters to address those who were still in shock from the spar they had just witnessed.

'One with the Force, Sol is. A great example for young Padawans, she is,' Master Yoda announced with a hum in his voice. 'This is the sparring I expect from Padawans. But sportsmanship, you must have. Bow to your opponent. Keep each other motivated, you must.'

Master Yoda hobbled away from the sparring area and moved into the space beside Master Kenobi. The two nodded to each other in greeting and Anakin would have done the same if he remembered his manners. But he was too distracted by Sol, who had her hands clasped behind her back, turned from where she originally faced Master Yoda to finally meet his eyes.