The training of padawan Makal Jorbr

[Mother Chucker]

Outside he waited, tad bits of sunshine cascaded down upon his form. Frozen, knelt upon the soft matted grass. The padawan seemed oblivious to his sourroundings or was he in-tune with it all? Thoughts disseapered, his focus was down into the depths of nothingness. A pleasent calm drowned his psyche as an ever present harmony intrenched his mind. Makal seemed at one with the force, dilute from the forces of darkness, his thirst quenched by the light. Behind him stood a lone tree, laiden in tiny pink petals that seemed to fall ever so often to the grassy floor. The effect was like winter snow, it gave one a feeling of complete tranquility. Makal Jorbr had entered the Jedi Temple to find a master whom would teach him the ways of the force. Here he waited, concentrating the best he could with little or no experience. Here his destiny would begin, one day Makal would be called Jedi Knight. One day he would rise above them all....