The Life of Padawan Mii-Jinso

The stress of Vader - Chapter 1

I can not tell you the stress I feel. With the Jedi Order in ruins, me and Jocasta Nu hide. She has the craziest idea of going to the Jedi temple. I don't say it, but I don't think it's a good idea, after all, Jocasta Nu isn't even a real Jedi - I mean sure, she has training, but she didn't complete everything, she didn't get picked as a Padawan. She is good with a lightsaber, even better with the force, but she isn't... a real one. She tells me to conceal my feelings - and I try too, but I fear for her.

I was never the ordinary Jedi you see in the books, like the information Jocasta Nu has recovered and shown to me. They always seem glorified in one way or another. I do look quite strange in comparison to Jocasta Nu, I have snow white skin, with blue marks around my eyes, my eyes are purple. My hair is bright white, I always put the top layer into a big bun on top of my head. I'm scrawny. 

Jocasta Nu named me Mii-Jinso, she says it means New Rising. She always says she named me that because I was the generation of new Jedi, few are far between, and we are rising. It's hard for me to believe that. My heart stops as I think of Vader, how I could ever be the generation to take him down? 

I have visions of him... he haunts me. I feel like he lurks in my shadow like he watches me when I close my eyes. Even the name - Vader, makes me shudder. But recently, just a couple nights ago when I meditated, I had a vision, I saw his haunting dark mask showered in a field of mist. I walked towards it, and when I looked in his mirror-like eyes, I saw my face, but dead and cold. I picked up the mask, and I saw Jocasta Nu, dead and cold. I quit the Meditation with a start. I couldn't sleep that night.