I swung my white lightsaber again and again, harder and harder, faster and faster. The battle simulator droids responded by pushing my limits further with more aggressive movements. I screamed in frustration and sliced off their heads, frying their circuits beyond repair. I frowned as I looked what I had accomplished. Three droids destroyed in one stroke. This was a failure move. I bet the padawans could do better than this! I must do better. I knew I could. Shame on me for being so weak! If only Obi-Wan would let me use two lightsabers instead of one, I could be better and faster, more havoc reeked from my calculated strikes, but no! It's not the Jedi way...
"Avesta! What have we talked about! You are meant to test your skills and become better …show more content…
My room was small, but home. It consisted of a warm twin bed, a desk, wardrobe, bookshelf, and a window. The walls were unpainted and unpersonallaized, Master Obi-Wan said it helped "channel my Jedi spirit". I found that a load of space junk. I sat down in a chair near my window, watching the sun start to set on the beautiful and lush planet of Naboo. I sighed, wishing to see more of the galaxy, but I must remain in the Jedi temple. The Jedi temple I am in is fairly recent, and secret, not even the Jedi Council knows that we exist. After the feared Darth Vader started hunting down and executing Jedi, Obi-Wan Kenobi had taken padawans under his care and moved them to a secret location here on Naboo. Obi-Wan is my master, I'm his padawan of some sorts. I'm one of the oldest amongst the people here, 20 years of age. I am actually a Jedi Knight, though. Before the Jedi fell, I succeeded in finishing the trials to become a Jedi Knight. Since I have no one else to train with, I still train with Obi-Wan. Although I no longer need to call him Master, I still do, for reasons of respect and because he chose to continue teaching
"Avesta! What have we talked about! You are meant to test your skills and become better …show more content…
My room was small, but home. It consisted of a warm twin bed, a desk, wardrobe, bookshelf, and a window. The walls were unpainted and unpersonallaized, Master Obi-Wan said it helped "channel my Jedi spirit". I found that a load of space junk. I sat down in a chair near my window, watching the sun start to set on the beautiful and lush planet of Naboo. I sighed, wishing to see more of the galaxy, but I must remain in the Jedi temple. The Jedi temple I am in is fairly recent, and secret, not even the Jedi Council knows that we exist. After the feared Darth Vader started hunting down and executing Jedi, Obi-Wan Kenobi had taken padawans under his care and moved them to a secret location here on Naboo. Obi-Wan is my master, I'm his padawan of some sorts. I'm one of the oldest amongst the people here, 20 years of age. I am actually a Jedi Knight, though. Before the Jedi fell, I succeeded in finishing the trials to become a Jedi Knight. Since I have no one else to train with, I still train with Obi-Wan. Although I no longer need to call him Master, I still do, for reasons of respect and because he chose to continue teaching