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Days after the tragedy on Ajan Kloss found Maiko's mind wandering. He was still reeling from the death and destruction brought to their temple by the Sith, the Darksiders killing anyone and everyone in their path with wild abandon. The teenager had witnessed the murder of many foundlings, his fellow Padawans, and fully-trained Jedi Knights. The kind of power the Sith exuded that he felt through the Force was terrifying, more so how they used said powers to wreak havoc upon everything they touched.
The horrors and atrocities they committed were forever burned in Maiko's mind. If the Dark Side of the Force could grant the Sith the kind of power that only led to rot and ruin, then he would have none of it. He would rather be a normal person, blissfully ignorant of the raging battle between the Light and the Dark, Peace against War, Jedi versus Sith. He would rather stay with his family back in Sorgan, cut off from the Force (if possible) and unaware of the cries of the loved and the dying, the hopeful and the despairing.
But he was a child of the Force, touched by its warmth and Light. It gave him an opportunity to be useful, a purpose to help those who were in need.
A purpose he would and could now claim with open arms.
With the death of the Togrutan Knight who had taken him to Ajan Kloss, the Council had deemed it just to assign young Maiko a Master. He was grateful for the decree, eager to keep his thoughts away from the younglings he could not save. The Sith attack might have broken his heart but he was a budding healer. The dead were now one with the Force, and he vowed to himself that he would always remember and honor them by using his Force-given powers for the greater good.
To nurture and heal.
Harith. Leela. Joss. Akkran. Master Atuvrak. I won't let you down, I promise.
Dressed in his padawan robes and the grey beanie that was his family's parting gift for him when he left their homeworld, Maiko stood under the trees a few meters away from the temple's entrance, eyes closed as he felt the life thrumming vibrantly around him through the Force.
He was ready to meet his Master, to learn from their teachings and to flourish under their guidance.
Everyone, please watch over me.
@Marx Agar