Training On Courscant

Keran Drajokov

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Keran groped the white-silver hilt of his lightsaber. In one swift movement, the boy span around, ignited his now unheashed lightsaber and swung complexly into the air. The adept did a backflip and landed several feet away, stabbing backwards.

He sighed as he released the ingnition button on the hilt of his lightsaber. Why was it that he could never get it right? It seemed as if it were impossible for him to Force jump ten feet, he was making seven every time. He kicked at the grass. He was fustrated, but exhaled remembering the Jedi Code.

"There is no emotion." He stated. Keran brushed back his hair and put his lightsaber back on it's clip on his silver belt.

The teen sat down on the green grass of the Jedi Temple courtyard. The wind was calm, it blew the grass over and made Kerans hair dance. He raised his hands and he started to hover, getting higher and higher until he was raised a few meters above the ground.

He closed his eyes and Focused on the Force, circulating through his very vaynes. He let out a sigh and was raised about on more meter.

He sensed someone below him, someone powerful.
 
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