The Second Padawan

Chapter Thirty-Eight

A/N: Hope you guys like the little Easter eggs I added in this chapter!🤭
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I was "enjoying" the final day of my meditative retreat by doing nothing but walking around the Jedi temple. Master and Ahsoka were sent on a mission with Obi-Wan to Felucia. I was grabbing lunch at the cafeteria, I think it was the younglings time to eat but I was starving and wanted something.

"Hey it's you!" A youngling ran up to me, he looked a few years younger than I was, definitely not a Padawan yet.

"Hello, I'm Liyah."

"Aviss!" Two more younglings ran up to me, with food in hand.

The female youngling held a peace of celery. "You're Master Skywalkers Padawan."

"One of them." The boy nudged her. "There's two of them."

"I am." I smiled awkwardly. I tended to avoid younglings, it felt weird being their senior, and general interactions with them made me slightly uncomfortable.

"I saw your trial." A red haired boy said. "I want to be like you." He said.

"Oh, my Padawan trials?" I asked, he nodded.

"What's your names?"

"I'm Guinevere." The girl answered.

"I'm Cal."

"And I'm Caleb."

"Well it was nice meeting you." I grabbed my tray and the food the dispenser droid gave me and took a seat. All three of them followed me.

"What's it like?" Guinevere stared at me.

"The food?"

"No. Being a Padawan."

"Oh, it's nice."

"That's it?" Cal asked.

"Well it's somewhat hard. You have to go on missions, be at war.."

"What are the Clones like? Are they polite?" Caleb asked.

"The are. They're also more different than you'd think from another."

"I don't know if I'd trust them." Guinevere said. "They don't have a code like us."

"I think that makes them more admirable." I countered. "Since they don't have a code yet still follow morals like we do."

"What if one turns to the dark side, and tries to get you?" She asked me. I could tell she was a very hypothetical thinker.

"Well I don't think that'd ever happen."

"How do YOU know?"

"Guinevere stop asking questions like that." Caleb shushed her.

"Is Master Skywalker a good teacher? He doesn't teach us like the other Masters." Cal said.

"He's a great teacher actually."

"Will you teach us when you're a Jedi knight?"

"Maybe."

The all smiled at the singular word. I had finished my food and decided I was going to head to the archives.

"Why do you wear those gloves?" Cal, the red head boy asked me.

"Well, I have visions when I make contact with objects or people, I'm still trying to control it, so my Master created these as a barrier."

"He's crafty." Guinevere said.

"Of course he is, he's the Chosen one." Caleb agreed.

"I saw Ahsoka present her deflecting abilities in the dojo, she was skilled. Are you skilled too?"