Life is a journey, a path on itself...

In the whole universe none lived still from the days the Jedi Temple was build. Thousand of years back the order had existed and still it did, with all their hopes, their determinations and the believe in the Code, they valued so highly. Life went on inside the Temple in harmony with the Force. Little children were trained in the basics, the older ones became Padawans. But in difference with the old order before the Great War the children knew their parents. The Temple was a symbol of the peace inside the borders of the Republic. The two council members didn’t let me wander alone around.

In the end I managed to escape from their attention and when one of them was asked away I took the liberty to visit the green gardens, what felt good to be. The sphere inside was serene and all plant and animal life flourished unhindered inside. The sunrays shone down through the transparisteel roof. The waterfall was a pleasant to spot for me to linger and I settled down on a rock. Still dining time there were no Jedi around now, so I stretched my legs and relaxed. Never in his life had my father told me about this place. He had grown up here, being trained, but something had happened that he said farewell to the order and never returned. I was trained in the ways of the Force at the age of twelve with a soft hand. He had learned to wield the power I had inside of me, going along with the emotions I had. The streaming waters of the waterfall seemed to tell me a long forgotten story as memories about my training flooded back into my mind. The last years I had buried them in the back of my mind. Since he died, now six years ago, I have lived more or less in battle with my emotions, living by them. I couldn’t say if it was good or not. But as I called back the facial expressions on the two Jedi masters I knew they didn’t like something about me. But what was it?

I watched the waters flowing by. In the pool swam all sorts of fishes. They were beautiful to see with their bodies richly of colours. Their tales swept through the water and agile they glided forth, complete adapted and feeling fine to their surroundings. In this panorama I felt at ease too. But the question that had formed inside my mind wouldn’t go away. I stretched out a hand and concentrated my mind on the water, trying to get a feeling on the liquid. Instead of controlling the water I let my mind going with the flood and for a couple of moments I felt if I was a part of the water. It was a strange feeling, what made me surprisingly laugh. The last time I had watched water, was on Naboo, but then I hadn’t stretched out with the Force to know how it felt. I dove into the memories of my youth to find if I had done it more. What I did here, felt familiar. What came back were real childhood memories of strange and faraway places, where the names I didn’t remember from. My mother was around, always present with her attention, laughter and love. She had loved me with all her heart. I had known it always, but never had asked myself why I was so sure of that. Neither that I did know her thoughts and felt hurt when she was angry with me. I had responded to her in the natural ways of a child. The day she died, had marked the end to my careless days of my youth. I had been twelve then.
I watched the sunshine gliding over the streaming water. The sound of it was pleasant to hear and seemed to soften the pain one felt. Coming to meditate here was not an unusual thing, but dinner time seemed to have some demands, so that this place was deserted. I leaned back to the rock behind me and drew up my left leg and laid a hand on the knee. But I took it off to watch a strange flower next to me. It was purple, beautiful, yet vulnerable. Like women in some ways were. My mother had been shot in the street on the way back to our ship. I could still see myself standing, and then kneeling over my mother to see what happened. Then my father had appeared, wielding a lightsaber and attacking the men who had murdered my mother. He had left none alive. After the death of my mother he had told me about the inheritance and trained me, until I could wield the power inside of me and knew how to act with it.

I didn’t not make use much of the Force, due to the places where I lived around and the fact that living without it was a greater challenge on me than with it all the times. The whispers of the Force I could never ignore, because always they told me something I needed to know. Love and anger were a part of me, and I accepted for who and what I was. I knew I had a destiny, everyone had, but I did control my own destiny, not the society. I lived with the spectrum of my emotions as all living being, sentient and non-sentient. Near seventeen my father had sent me away with the freighter, he wanted to go after something and he wanted not me to have on that voyage. I remembered to have a bad feeling about that mission and feared I might loss the last guiding light I had in this universe. He was my father and so my example. But as I knew now at the side of the pool, there had been buried more below the surface than I had sensed back then. I never saw him back. A year I flew from one side of the galaxy to the other, until one day I met Nittu somewhere in the Unknown Regions, and accepted his invitation to go with him to the Empire. For six years the Empire was my home now to return too, a good home. I was not hurt that many others felt differently about that.
I looked up when a Jedi entered the green gardens to find solitude or perhaps a closer connection with the Force around her. She may felt me, but kept to herself and settled down somewhere out of sight on a spot where she liked to be sitting. Her presence fell for me away amidst among all other living plants and creatures, not more dominant as all that other. I called back up the distrust of the two Jedi masters, what had been directed toward me. The lady Jedi who had now come in, seemed not to have any problem with my presence here. Was it that the two masters sensed more than the girl did? Or was she simply not so strong? Was there something about me what they didn’t like, like my allegiance to the Empire? Or was it my own person and thus fed by envy? When I was them again, and sure I would run into them, I would know the answer. I smiled, put the thoughts out of my mind and just enjoyed for a time to be in this refreshing garden. It was a delighted place to linger around.