Precious Memories – Part One
Dantooine: Jedi Training Academy
Five-year old Andria Trelyve was running around in the halls of the academy again with a handful of choca cookies with one of the cooks running behind at her heels. She tried to stuff the cookies in her mouth as some of them dropped. All the other Jedi learners stood stupefied at the sight of small, skinny girl with short black hair rushing past them.
“Come back here, little girl!” the cook lady shouted. “I said you could only have one! Those cookies are going to served to everyone at dinner tonight not just you! Stop!”
Not a chance. No way. No how. I’m ever going to stop. Andria thought eviliy in her mind. “Who are you calling little girl, Chuba-face?”
“Grrr…. Why you!” the cook growled. “Just wait until I get my hands on you!”
Andria laughed in glee and delight at this. She dodged under the flinging arms of arms of Jedi. She looked behind to see if the cook was still after her once she got to a safe spot in a secluded room. That cook lady was not there. “Ha ha!” She laughed in victory. “Now the cookies are mine! All mine!” she cried as she jammed all it into her mouth. Trying to chew every morsel and enjoying every bite.
“What do you think you are doing, youngling Andria Trelyve?” a female voice echoed in the room as she placed her hands on Andria’s shoulders. “Stealing choca cookies again? How so like you. How many times I have to tell you not to do that?”
“Ahhh!” Andria cried out as she spat out the cookies and jumped to turn around. She saw an eleven year old girl cladded in Jedi apperentice robes and hands on her hips. She has this furious expression on her face.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Master Revan!” Andria bowed. “It won’t happen again! I promise!”
The girl sighed. “I told you my name is Ariel Revan. Stop calling me by my last name and I’m not a Master, I’m still a apperentice.” She grabbed Andria by the shirt and pulled her above the ground. She brought the girl eye level to hers. ”I know you don’t mean it. This is the seventh time you’ve done this. When are going to stop these foolish actions? The Jedi Masters will be furious if they found out about this.”
“Oh, come on. I was just having a little fun. You tried it once haven’t you?”
“No, I never thought about and I’ll never will. Such a childish act.” Revan put the girl down.
“Awww! You’re no fun! Rev, live a little!”
“There you are, little girl!” the cook lady gasped as she entered the room. “Hold on a sec, I need a breather,” she panted against a wall. “I shouldn’t chase kids around anymore, I’m far too old! Also it’s not my job!”
“Don’t worry, cook,” Revan assured. “I got it all handled.”
“But what are we going to do for desert? Everyone will be upset!” the cook asked and glanced at Andria. “Why don’t we cook her instead?”
“Like I said, I will take care of it.” Revan pulled out some credits out of her pockets. “Here take these credits and buy something to replace the desert and whatever leftover to pay for the trouble caused.”
“Yes ma’am,” the cook saluted as she took the credits. She glanced at Andria. ”Youngling, you’re lucky you got the best Jedi in the academy was here to save your skin.”
“Bleah!” Andria stucked her tongue at the cook’s back once she left.
“Andria, stop that!” Revan ordered.
“Sorry, Master Revan,” Andria looked at Revan. “Are you going to punish me now?”
“Why would I do that? No, I’ll going to let this one slide today. Just promise not to do it again. For real this time.” Revan said sternly.
“I promise, Master!” She took Revan by surpised by hugging her waist. “You’re the best!”
“Okay, you can stop now,” Revan chuckled. ”Come on, there’s someone I want you to meet.”
Revan took Andria by the hand and let her to one of the nurserys. They are rooms in which babies and toddlers discovered to be strong in the Force were quartered. The room was empty except for a little three year old boy with blond cropped hair holding a ragged, blue blanket and sucking his thumb. The boy stared at Andria and Revan with his blue, innocent eyes as they entered the room. He gaved a small yelp. He quickly stopped sucking his thumb and hid under his blanket for cover.
“Oh, he’s too shy. He’s adorable and nice. Once you get to know him, he’ll talk your ear off.” Revan said as she seated next to the boy. “Hey, it’s me agian.”
The boy peeked through one of the holes of his blanket. “Ari?” He studied her friendly expression on her face and hugged her.
“That’s what he calls me, he can’t call me Ariel yet. So ’Ari’ is short for Ariel.” Revan explained to Andria. She embraced the boy. “Yes, I missed you too,” She said gently. “Look, there’s someone I want you to meet.” She gestured her hand to Andria. “This is Andria Trelyve. Andria, this is Mical Ducan. The Jedi Masters discovered and brought him here to become a Jedi yesterday. He comes from the world Coruscant. Shake hands, you two.”
Andria held out her hand but caused Mical to bury his face into Revan’s chest. “He’s scared of me.” Oh, I know. She reached into her pocket a choca cookie she was saving for herself. Good thing it wasn’t crushed into pieces. ”Here you go. Try it. It’s good.”
Mical stared at the cookie and grabbed it. He chewed on it nervously while crumbs sprewed on Revan’s robes. He gazed at Andria. Not in fear anymore but in wonder.
“What do you say when people give you things, Mical?” Revan said.
“Th-thank you An-an… dria,” Mical struggled to say. He quickly finished the cookie and hugged Andria, leaving chocolate spots on her tunic. “I like you, Dria.”
Andria ran her hand through his hair. “I like you too, Mical.” she said hugging him back.
“That’s sooo cute,” Revan smiled. “He gave you a nickname. I think you two will be good friends. Watch over him, Andria. He’ll be joining your classes soon.”
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Eight Years Later
Andria Trelvye: age 13
Mical Ducan: age 11
Ariel Revan: age 19
Malak Kelto: age 19
Andria and Mical have grown up. Andria blossomed into a young woman, full of strength and beauty. Mical grown in a young man, muscular and handsome. Today is a hand-to-hand combat training led by the Jedi Masters. Usually they young people train with lightsabers but for some reason, the Masters decided to mix to it up. Everyone who is a teenager gathered around in the main chamber ready for combat when their names are called or chosen out. They are eager to fight with their fists. Andria and Mical are picked out randomly first. They walked to the center of the room, bowed to each other, and got in ready position. The combat practice has begun.
“Come on, Mical! Dodge my attack and parry my blows!” Andria thought in her mind.
Mical wasn’t paying attention how easy Andria left herself exposed on purpose. His kicks, too slow and his punches, too sluggish and easy to dodge. This match had to end and Mical needs to learn from this even if it hurts.
Idiot! Can’t you see how exposed I am? Take advantage of it! Andria gritted her teeth. Fine! I show him how it’s done!
When Mical dropped his hands, Andria kicked him in the head therefore ending the match and putting a shock expression on his face. He must be surpised because I’m shorter than him and I was able to kick him in the head. “I’m sorry, Mical. I’m ready am.” She said looking down.
Mical didn’t respond but instead retreated out of the training chamber. Andria moved to go after him but Master Vrook put a hand on her shoulder.
“No, Padawan. I’ll speak to him. Go and relax for a while.”
“Yes, Master.”
Andria took a shower in the refresher and dressed in another tunic. She untied her hair so her raven hair flowed at her shoulders. “I hope Mical isn’t mad at me. After all today is his birthday.” She grabbed a box that’s supposed to be his present. “I better get a choca cookie too. He always loved those.”
She sneaked out of her room and headed outside of the court room. There she saw Mical upset and pondering on a bench, his back turned away from her. This looks like a really bad time. I’ll leave. Andria turned and started to walk away.
“Please don’t go away, Andria,” Mical said, still his back turned to her. ”Your presence is soothing.”
“Are you mad at me, Mical?” Andria asked as she presented him with a cookie. “I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for. Thank you for the cookie but I don’t want it,” Mical said as he turned to face her, looking down. “Was I sloppy? I think I did something wrong…
“This is new. You don’t want a choca cookie? They’re your favorite! Just take it and eat it. It’ll make you feel better.” She said as she seated herself next to him.
“Fine,” he said unhappily as he took a sad bite out of the cookie.
“You must have noticed how easy I was going on you. I gave you so many chances to attack but you didn’t do anything. But you did you tried your best.”
“I didn’t think I tried my best. Master Vrook said my angles of attack were incorrect and my style-”
“Look, forget what the old man said!” Andria shouted.
“Andria! Don’t say that! Your emotions-” Mical’s eyes grew wide in amazement.
“Master Vrook doesn’t know squat from his know-it-all atitude! Besides, I sparred you, he didn’t. You did fine, just need work and have so much to learn. I sense you have the potential to be the greatest Jedi Knight ever – I just know it! How about someday I’ll train you!”
Mical held Andria’s hands, looking at her with sincere eyes. “You are just saying that. You will be the greatest Jedi Knight ever known in the galaxy, not me. Everyone thinks I’m weak, and I know it. I’m not even worthy enough to spit shine your shoes. I would like to study your teachings.”
Andria turned her head away in disgust. “As if the Jedi Council will ever let that happen. They don’t want a reckless Jedi like me swinging a lightsaber around. I might poke someone’s eye out. For you, fighting isn’t everything, it’s all in here.” She tapped Mical’s forehead.
“I thank you for your kind words and great wisdom but I don’t deserved them,” Mical said bitterly.
“Yes, you do. Don’t say that ever again. Okay?” She wrapped her arms around Mical. “I hate being smaller than you. You’re getting so tall but you’ll always be the sensitive Mical I know.” She kissed his cheek.
Mical blushed hotly. Then something overcame him. He wanted to kiss Andria so badly. He closed his eyes and leaned forward…
His lips met nothing but cold air.
“Oh, before I forget, today’s your birthday. So I got you a present… Hold on… somewhere here…” Andria bent down to get the present she placed on the ground. Then she looked up and saw how close Mical is and his lips were puckered out. “Uh, Mical. What are you doing?”
Mical pulled back. “Uh, nothing just hanging out. Ha ha ha!”
“Right… Well anyway, Happy Birthday!” She pulled the present from behind her. “You’re twelve now, right?”
“Wow, you remembered! Thank you!” Mical ripped off the wrapping. Inside the box was a stone that responds to the Force, releasing its warmth, a Pazaak deck, and a part for a lightsaber. He can’t help but ask. “Um, Andria where did you get these from?”
“The stone, I found it on the side of a beach, the deck, I brought it, and the lightsaber part.” She paused and brought her face closer, bringing her voice quieter. “I stole it from a Master’s lightsaber. I did as a joke but he didn’t notice. I thought you would want it because I already have a lightsaber. So use that part to construct your own and don’t tell anyone. Okay?” Andria winked. She looked at the sunset. “Oh, we better get going. It’s getting pretty late. I don’t look forward to getting yelled at again. I’m sure you don’t like getting in trouble.” She stood up.
Mical was not listening. He thought of kissing her again. So he tried again…
This he did touch something. Yes! No wait… he was kissing the cold end of a bench!
“What are you doing again? Kissing a bench, Mical?”
“Nothing, Andria. I’m doing nothing.”
“Alright forget it. Are you coming or not?”
“Yes, I’m coming. Wait up!” Mical said as he quickly placed everything in the box and ran toward Andria into the enclave.
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Going to write Part 2 soon! If you want me to. Tell me what you think of my story. I don’t like Mical the Disciple very much so I thought it would nice to have a little love story with the Jedi Exile Andria Trelyve. If you don’t like it, please tell right away and I’ll handle it. I don’t like disappointing my fans. Tell me what you liked and disliked about it. Please? I also take requests of what I should write so please feel free to request!
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No offence RevanBodyGuard, I think you and I are raiding the fanfic thingy
Oh well
I LOVED IT, CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE!!