Junior Jedi Knights by Rebbecca Moesta

Author:Rebbecca Moesta
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter Two

A light breeze blew from across the river toward the Jedi academy, carrying with it the cool moistness of early evening. A thick blanket of white mist clung to the riverbank and swirled around Anakin’s and Tahiri’s knees as they walked. The mist was so thick, in fact, that it hid nearly all of Master Ikrit except for his head and floppy ears. The white-furred creature waited patiently beside Tionne.

Ikrit was obviously as pleased to see Anakin as Anakin was to see the little Jedi Master. He climbed nimbly onto Anakin’s shoulder and draped his tail around Anakin’s neck.

“I think he’s glad to see you,” Tionne said in her beautiful

musical voice.

“We all are.”

The breeze blew around them and stirred the white vapor so that Tionne’s fine silvery hair looked as though it might have been spun from the mist itself.

“So what are we going to learn tonight?” Tahiri asked.

She sounded excited. She grinned at Anakin.

“I’ve been begging Tionne for three months to give me more lessons, but she wouldn’t. She said I was too young to study all the time and that I needed to take a break.” Tahiri snorted. “As if I wanted to take a break from studying the Force.”

Tionne said nothing. She lit a torch that she had brought with her from the Great Temple and then winked at Anakin as if they shared a secret-that sometimes it was best not to answer Tahiri, that it was enough just to listen. The Jedi instructor’s huge mother-of-pearl eyes shimmered in the flickering light of the torch she held.

Tionne closed her eyes halfway and Anakin could sense the Force flowing through her. Then, to his amazement, the ground mist wrapped itself around her, spiraling and climbing upward. The mist wound itself like a vine around her arm and the base of the torch.

Finally, the mist circled the tip of the torch in a glowing white halo. As the fire burned away the water vapor, more mist drifted up to join the hazy ring. Anakin found himself fascinated by this display. It wasn’t until Tahiri said,

“Wow!” that he realized it was over.

“Now it’s your turn,” Tionne said. “This may be a bit new and strange to you. It might surprise you how hard it can be. You’ve practiced lifting objects before, heavy things and light things. But mist is not an object.”

Ikrit jumped down from Anakin’s shoulder and sat near Tionne, swirling the mist with one small paw.

“Mist has no top or bottom,” Tionne continued. “There are no sides to hold on to with your mind. It has no real size that you can grasp. Mist is more difficult to move than an object, and much harder to control.”

When Anakin saw Tahiri’s brows draw together in concentration and her lips press into a firm line, he rolled his eyes up and to one side, as he often did when he was thinking or solving a puzzle. He reached out with the Force, tried to sense the mist. He patted the mist with his mind, pushed it, swished it.

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