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It was evening on Empress Teta, the last rays of the sun glinting off the Sage Halls. The place was truly astounding, and the resonating beauty all around her made her feel at home. Nevertheless, she felt out of place for the darkness that tainted her mind. She often found herself thinking of the Sith Lord she had run away from. Was he haunting her footsteps? Was he out looking for her? Andraste often caught herself looking over her shoulder.
Jhon was the only man she had truly come to know among the Jedi. The other padawans hadn't taken to her, as they had picked up something off about her. When she did not train with Jhon, she had always wandered by herself. Jhon did not look over her or hound her steps to ensure she was never out of line. It was strange having this new type of master that allowed her so much freedom. She was still having trouble kicking the habit of calling him Lord instead of Jhon.
12-year-old Andraste was currently outside of the Sage Halls. The grounds were quiet, the padawan training done for the day. There were still others inside, but they were of higher rank. She was sitting outside on the back of the building, on the grass. She sat in a garden, hidden behind some bushes as she carefully painted a red flower on the wall. Andraste worked diligently, muttering to herself the Jedi Code as she worked to draw a beautiful dahlia.
Jhon was the only man she had truly come to know among the Jedi. The other padawans hadn't taken to her, as they had picked up something off about her. When she did not train with Jhon, she had always wandered by herself. Jhon did not look over her or hound her steps to ensure she was never out of line. It was strange having this new type of master that allowed her so much freedom. She was still having trouble kicking the habit of calling him Lord instead of Jhon.
12-year-old Andraste was currently outside of the Sage Halls. The grounds were quiet, the padawan training done for the day. There were still others inside, but they were of higher rank. She was sitting outside on the back of the building, on the grass. She sat in a garden, hidden behind some bushes as she carefully painted a red flower on the wall. Andraste worked diligently, muttering to herself the Jedi Code as she worked to draw a beautiful dahlia.