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The training grounds of the temple were largely barren. Aside from a large expanse of stone that formed a courtyard, the grounds were home to an ancient tree. Eons old, the bygone uneti tree was said to have once grown at the original Jedi temple. The tree both symbolized the long-lived history of the order, as well as its future. At the base of the Great Tree, Jedi Master Adi Gallia meditated in a state of serenity while waiting for her Padawan to arrive.
Adi
A proper Jedi never allowed their feelings to sway them; I knew this well. Yet, as I witnessed the boy become overcome with emotion after I agreed to teach him, I was unable to prevent a smile from reaching my lips. Happiness had welled up inside of me, and I didn't stop it. It was unlike me, so much so that I had surprised myself. I wouldn't let it happen again. Softly, I whispered to myself the code I had been raised to follow.
'There is no emotion, there is peace.There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.There is no passion, there is serenity.There is no chaos, there is harmony.There is no death, there is the Force.'
Last night, I informed the council of my decision to train Zevon Boltreaver. The announcement had been met with some outcry, whether it be out of fear for the boy's safety or fundamentalism. It must have been the most controversial Padawan selection since... well, since Skywalker. In any case, I wasn't entirely steadfast in my choice.
My better judgement told me it was a bad idea, that Boltreaver was simply unfit to be a Jedi. Maybe it was only curiosity, but my instincts told me otherwise. Well, he should be arriving soon.
Zevon
For most, waking at the hour of 5:00 was a tall order. For me, it was Primeday, Centaxday, Taungsday, Zhellday, and Benduday. Apparently Master Gallia operated similarly, as prior to leaving me in the underworld, she had clearly stated these words:
'Your training begins tomorrow at 5:30. Meet me at the training grounds.'
Sure enough, there she was, sitting peacefully beside the Great Tree. I approached her quietly so as to not disturb the Master, but she sensed me anyway. Opening her eyes, the Tholothian Jedi spoke.
"You're on time. Good, let's begin."
"Yes, Master." I responded with a bow. Master Gallia then unveiled a cloth pouch.
"First, a basic test of your affinity with the force." she voiced, revealing a collection of multicolored jewels. My heart sank. This is where the pain begins. A test of this nature had only one result for me.
"Levitate this gemstone." Master Gallia commanded, imparting a crimson stone into my palm. I focused, allowing the force to surround and bind me. Slowly, the stone began to tremble. Then, at a snail's pace, it floated. For roughly five seconds, I succeeded in suspending the jewel in the air until my mental state was overwhelmed.
"Do it again." Master Gallia ordered once more. I attempted to comply with her demand, but I was unable to produce the feat twice.
This agonizing pattern repeated for about six hours. Master Gallia would order me to perform a task, and without fail, I would fail. Next it was force pull, then it was force push. We went through almost every force ability known to the Jedi. Psychometry, force stasis, mind tricks, etc. The results were as expected. Even the stoic Master Gallia was shocked at how below-average my force powers were. As other master-padawan duos entered the training grounds, the whispers materialized.
"Someone like him is her padawan?"
"I couldn't believe it when I heard the news."
"The Weakest Jedi is Master Gallia's padawan, what a joke!"
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The Weakest Jedi
Fanfiction*OC version of The Weakest Jedi.* The story of a young boy and his foolish dream. Born into the hellish underworld of Coruscant, Zevon was found by the Jedi at a young age and welcomed into the order. There's a slight problem, though... Zevon's forc...
