Galaxy of War || A clone wars fanfiction

Chapter 3

22 BBY - 13 years old

"Youngling Caran!" Someone from the other side of the door is yelling while pounding on my door. "Lora"

I grunt while rolling out of my bed. Who can possibly be so cruel so early in the morning? I hiss as I turn my head just to get a sunray shot in my face. Then it hits me, at the time the sun rise. I should be in class.

"No, no, no," I curse myself while quickly throwing on some appropriate clothes. I run to open the door as I smooth down my hair. Opening the door, I find Master Chi with a scowl on his face.

"I'm so sorry, Master," I ramble, "I know I'm late, it won't happen again." Master Chi holds his hand up to stop me from continuing to talk.

"Class is over, the council wishes to see you."

My heart stops. The council wants to see me? About what? I've never made any mistakes, I always come to class on time. Well, except for today. But I can't imagine that they would kick me out for being late to class once, right? Where would I even go, I have nowhere. I nod as I try to swallow my fear. I follow him through the halls as I take my hair out of my braid with shaky hands before running my fingers through the strands to make it more neat. My heart is pounding as I approach the Council room. I stop outside the doors to calm my breath. I feel like I'm on fire.

"You can do this, you can do this, it's going to be okay Lora," I keep telling myself. Then the doors open, and I walk in. All the masters are there. I haven't been in the council room since the day I was brought to the Jedi Temple by Master Windu. He came to check on me after he returned from his mission, but other than that I haven't really seen him since then. The same with Master Obi-Wan, it was clear that both of them are stunned to see how much I have changed since then. I take a breath as I stand in the middle of the room, feeling all the gazes of the Masters on me.

"Youngling Lora, wished to see you, we did," Grandmaster Yoda breaks the silence.

"Yes, Master Yoda, I apologize for missing class this morning, Master." I notice how a few of the Masters are smiling amused at my outburst about a little mistake.

"Alright it is, young Lora," he calms me down and gives me a little smile, "something different, talk to you about, we wanted."

My hands are shaking, but even as I hide them behind my back, I'm sure you can see the rest of my body trembling in nerves. I can't come up with another reason for why they wanted to see me. But because of Master Yoda's words, I no longer feel like I'm being kicked out. Which obviously is a relief, but it also just makes me more uneasy.

"As a jedi youngling, great work you have done," he starts, "Great strength, you have shown. Skilled in combat, you are"

He takes a break to breathe. The moment felt like thousands. My lungs and eyes burn.

"Ready to be a Jedi padawan, we believe you are," he ends. I can't breathe, I can't think. A padawan, they are promoting me to padawan. Everything I've trained for, all those hours of combat training, all those bruises. Not to mention all those countless nights I've spent studying. It paid off?

"A padawan?" I can't help but ask. Master Yoda just gives me a nod.

"Train under Master Obi-Wan, you will."

My head turns quickly to find his eyes already on me. I must look ridiculous. My mouth slightly open and my eyes big. He gives me a big smile and can't help but grin back at him before I turn back to Master Yoda.

"It's a great honor, Master Yoda, thank you" I say while I bow.

"To your shared quarters you will move, Padawan Lora" I can't believe my own ears. It doesn't sound real. Sometimes I would call myself a padawan when I would daydream about the days I would be a real Jedi padawan.