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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 4/9 8:49pm Subject: RE: Healing Hearts: OC with Yoda, drama, angst Updated 4/9
	Great story and update. And let Yoda help her -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
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Gkilkenny Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 4/10 6:10am Subject: RE: Healing Hearts: OC with Yoda, drama, angst Updated 4/9
	Most artists did holo pictures or other mediums of art. Here was a real, oil based painting with the finest detailed scene of a child crying to its mother. Sarafire found the art intriguing. There was something about the young child in the way it’s failing arms reached for its distant, distracted mother attracted her. The child was not hurt or looked sick, but clearly it wanted attention. The mother was well dressed and busy with some activity Sarafire couldn’t fathom. She wondered why the mother was ignoring the begging child and why mothers would ignore their children. Maybe the child is like me and is not wanted. Maybe the mother can not hear the wails of this poor kid. “Like the child you are.” I love art and I love painting, sometimes a picture can tell a story, just like the one Sarafire is looking at. Great update. -----signature----- Padawan to p_stotts Peace over anger - honour over hate - Strength over fear. Links to Stories in my Bio. Obi-Wan forever.
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Alasse_Earfalas Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 4/10 6:22pm Subject: RE: Healing Hearts: OC with Yoda, drama, angst Updated 4/9 - Date Edited: 4/10 6:23pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Alasse_Earfalas
	This was cool. I really liked the painting. Perhaps you culd pull some of Yoda's past into the story in order to help Sarafire? Also, why couldn't he sleep? I also like that she has a stuffed animal. It makes me feel better. I mean... um... didn't say ANYTHING... -----signature----- Padawan of TrulyGhent & LilyHobbitJedi I O.B. The Young Grasshopper http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28829920 "The One Below" Emerges http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28281112
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Sabriel_Orion Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 4/12 7:57pm Subject: RE: Healing Hearts: OC with Yoda, drama, angst Updated 4/9
	Poor Sarafire. I feel so bad for her... :/ Please, let Yoda help her. And please, if you have a pm list, add me to it. -----signature----- "Does the Walker choose the Path, or the Path the Walker?" from Sabriel, by Garth Nix Sabriel: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v409/sabriel_orion/PadawanSabrielOrionColored.png
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JediKaren Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 4/13 11:04am Subject: RE: Healing Hearts: OC with Yoda, drama, angst Updated 4/9
	lol you all are rather pushy for readers! Well I love you all anyhow and will give you another chapter. For the first time in a year, Sarafire was happy. She had woken up refreshed, rested, alert, and full of an emotion she couldn’t really understand: joy. She didn’t even need her morning shower to shake away the last bits of sleep from her mind and body, but the shower made her better. She ate more than usual, which was still practically nothing, but the food tasted better and her stomach was more receiving to the meal. Her day had a shine, a tint of hope that kept on. She found her classes interesting and her work worth the time to do. And she found herself doing something she had never done: volunteering to answer a question. She raised her hand a little beyond her head, trying hard to keep her rosy cheeks from showing. The teacher had been looking around for the usual people to call on and suddenly spotted Sarafire. The math teacher did a double take. “Miss Sunn? Is something wrong?” “No, I just know the answer.” The teacher did a third look of total, unexpected and unbelievable surprise. “You do? Then tell us Miss Sunn.” Sarafire smiled a tiny bit to herself, feeling her ego grow with joyous pride. “It’s 42.” The teacher looked at the problem on the book and then at the data pad with the answers on it. Her eyebrows went up in shock. “Well Miss Sunn, that is correct. Well done.” The whole class turned around to look at a blushing Sarafire who suddenly wished she could disappear. The rest of the day went much like her math class. Furthermore the day passed quickly which she was quite thankful for. She could hardly believe how good a day it was and wanted the day to hurry up before her luck and good mood ran out. She couldn’t dare to hope that luck would continue for much longer and she dreaded the moment it ended. Even dinner matched her day. The cafeteria was serving her favorite evening meal. She did not feel quite brave enough to sit with some kids she knew, but the glow inside of her kept her company. She retired to her room after dinner. She turned on the light and picked her way through the mess of her room to her bed, where she sat, holding her stuffed animal. She told the animal about her good day how strange she felt. She held the animal for a long time, wishing the toy could hug her back and complete the feeling inside of her. Then there was a knock on her door. She opened the door, half suspecting who she might find. Her guess was right. “Um, hello Master Yoda.” The green, little Jedi had a small container in his hands. She saw that he wanted to come in and moved aside. He walked through her junk and to the bed, where he put down the container and signalled for her to join him. Sarafire walked over and sat down beside to container, wondering what it was for. “Give me your arm. Let me check on it to see if you are healing.” She hesitantly reached her bandaged arm. She tried to tell herself that it was ok. She had not cut today and there was nothing new to hide, but she felt extremely uncomfortable letting him see the wounds again. He started to touch her wrist, but she jerked away out of a reaction she could not control. For a moment there was an awkward silence. She felt horrible. The fear, the pain, and the shame all rushed in, chasing away the wonderful mood she had been experiencing. “Nothing to be afraid there is. I will not hurt you, I promise.” She swallowed and took a breath. She shakily gave her arm to him. He gently held her wrist and started to unwind the bandage. Scared to see her sin, she turned her head away as the thin scars were revealed. When he was done, she peaked past her shoulder to look. There were many scars on her arm and some of the newest wounds had not completely healed. The one she had done the day before was angry and red with infection. He gently passed one claw over the cut and she hissed in pain, unconsciously jerking back. “Healing hurts, does it not?” “That’s not healing master, it’s infected and ouch!” He had touched the wound one more time, inspecting it. He reached over and opened the container with one hand. A small bottle of what she recognized as healing cream floated to his awaiting hand. He took off the cap and applied some clear gel to the wound. “Healing, but having trouble it is. It was not given proper care, so bad it went.” He put a small sticky bandage on the gel and wound before wrapping up her entire forearm with a new white, crisp roll. “Infected, painful, sore, and angry you are, like your wound. But gel will not fix you. There are better methods to help you.” “Like what?” He put back the healing cream and looked at her with a serious face. “Talking.” She leaned back in surprise. “Why would talking help? No one cares what I have to say. When I try to talk, I get told off or ignore. I don’t need you yelling at me too. I gave up trying to talk a long time ago.” There was another moment of silence. Sarafire was beginning to hate these silences. It made her feel worse. She felt like all she could do was wrong. She never could say the right thing even though it was the truth. She had tried to talk to kids her age, but they made fun of her. Teachers called on her, but she never knew the answer, so they stopped calling on her. No one wanted to hear her ideas. No one wanted her. “Why do you expect me to yell at you?” Again, she was taken back by this. Was it not obvious? How could he not know? “Everyone yells at me. I’m always doing something wrong.” “Believe them do you?” “Well-uh yes. Why would they lie? I thought Jedi didn’t lie?” Master Yoda had been looking around her room until now, when he looked at her, into her eyes, making her feel as though she was being looked through. “You do.” She opened her mouth to defend herself, but she abruptly closed it. It was true. She didn’t want to admit it, but she had no choice. Everyday was a lie to everyone. She lied about her school work, about her feelings, about her cutting, lack of eating, and many other things. It had grown to be automatic and a secret she fiercely guarded. She thought for a moment and came back with the only defence that she knew. “It doesn’t matter if I lie. I’m not going to be a Jedi.” For the third time in less than an hour, there was a long stretch of a silence. Her mind whirled to think of something to say to break the unbearable quietness of the small room. “Why leave your room a mess?” “I don’t see the point in keeping it clean. It just gets messy again. It’s just a waste of time, like me. Plus, no one ever visits me….except for you.” “Like gardens do you?” She wondered what gardens did have to do with messy rooms. “Err, yes, I do.” “Then come to the small gardens by my room tomorrow morning. Be in the dirt you will so dress accordingly.” She slowly nodded at him, feeling very lost and confused. “What about my classes? I can’t miss any more or I’ll fail.” “Excused you I will. I have something more important than classes for you to do.” She stared at him in utter shock. What could be more important than classes? What could she possibly do in a garden that would get her out of class, excused? All she had ever known was to go to classes, as miserable as they were, and force herself through boring studies, after boring studies. She was not given much time to ponder much more. Master Yoda had gotten off her bed and taken the container with him. He crossed the room and opened the door. “Sleep you should. Much work there is to do.” He left, leaving Sarafire alone in her room again. She sat on her bed for sometime and then got up to get ready for bed. She turned off her lights, tucked into her bed, and fell asleep hugging her stuffed animal, hoping tomorrow would go better than the evening had. -----signature----- Bring Light Into Darkness Reaching Through Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28415147/p1/?0 Healing Hearts: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28282728/p1
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Sabriel_Orion Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 4/13 12:04pm Subject: RE: Healing Hearts: OC with Yoda, drama, angst Updated 4/13
	YES! I was looking forward to seeing more from this, and it didn't disappoint. Poor Sarafire is so confused, isn't she? I would be too, if I had gone through what she is. Keep up the good work, and I can't wait til the next part. (I read way to fast for my own good, I'm afraid, so this didn't take long to read. :/ ) hugs -----signature----- "Does the Walker choose the Path, or the Path the Walker?" from Sabriel, by Garth Nix Sabriel: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v409/sabriel_orion/PadawanSabrielOrionColored.png
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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 4/13 1:00pm Subject: RE: Healing Hearts: OC with Yoda, drama, angst Updated 4/13
	yes, another nice update to your story. Nice to see young Sarafire with Yoda -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
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Alasse_Earfalas Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 4/13 10:12pm Subject: RE: Healing Hearts: OC with Yoda, drama, angst Updated 4/13
	Loved it!! Keep writing!! -----signature----- Padawan of TrulyGhent & LilyHobbitJedi I O.B. The Young Grasshopper http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28829920 "The One Below" Emerges http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28281112
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Gkilkenny Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 4/14 12:00am Subject: RE: Healing Hearts: OC with Yoda, drama, angst Updated 4/13
	“Healing hurts, does it not?” “That’s not healing master, it’s infected and ouch!” He had touched the wound one more time, inspecting it. He reached over and opened the container with one hand. A small bottle of what she recognized as healing cream floated to his awaiting hand. He took off the cap and applied some clear gel to the wound. “Healing, but having trouble it is. It was not given proper care, so bad it went.” He put a small sticky bandage on the gel and wound before wrapping up her entire forearm with a new white, crisp roll. “Infected, painful, sore, and angry you are, like your wound. But gel will not fix you. There are better methods to help you.” “Like what?” He put back the healing cream and looked at her with a serious face. “Talking.” Yoda helps in many ways, very nice. -----signature----- Padawan to p_stotts Peace over anger - honour over hate - Strength over fear. Links to Stories in my Bio. Obi-Wan forever.
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Alasse_Earfalas Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 4/14 5:20pm Subject: RE: Healing Hearts: OC with Yoda, drama, angst Updated 4/13
	Forgot to mention this earlier: LOVED that the answer was 42!! -----signature----- Padawan of TrulyGhent & LilyHobbitJedi I O.B. The Young Grasshopper http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28829920 "The One Below" Emerges http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28281112
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JediKaren Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 4/14 6:27pm Subject: RE: Healing Hearts: OC with Yoda, drama, angst Updated 4/13
	"Forgot to mention this earlier: LOVED that the answer was 42!!" lol yeah I'm glad someone got that joke! "Yoda helps in many ways, very nice." Yep, he does do that. "Loved it!! Keep writing!!" Thanks and I will! "yes, another nice update to your story. Nice to see young Sarafire with Yoda" Thanks! I will update tomorrow. Thank you all for reading and I hope to get more comments and readers on the growing pm list. -----signature----- Bring Light Into Darkness Reaching Through Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28415147/p1/?0 Healing Hearts: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28282728/p1
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JediKaren Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 4/15 7:17am Subject: RE: Healing Hearts: OC with Yoda, drama, angst Updated 4/13
	Sarafire woke up that morning, feeling strange. It was not that she was angry, or scared, or simply worried, but a confusing combination of all three emotions, tossing and turning within her, making her feel not quite awake or sure what was going on. Perhaps it had to do with the fact she knew today was not going to be a normal day. She was too used to the dull routine of getting up, getting breakfast and going to classes, getting dinner, staying up for a while, and then going to bed. She rarely didn’t go to class unless she was sick or for some reason the class was cancelled. A completely free day of classes was unsettling, and felt wrong. She dragged herself from her warm bed, looking at the time and wishing she could sleep in. Yet, Master Yoda had wanted her to get up and be ready shortly after the sun rose. She wondered why she was getting up if she was only going to spend time in a garden. His request to wear outdoors clothes made her think she was going be digging around in the dirt. That didn’t sound like much fun, but then again sitting in a boring classroom, listening to painfully long lecture wasn’t much better. She sighed to herself and headed for the shower. She came out ten minutes later, wet, clean, but still not very awake. There was something in the air, well maybe the Force, that felt awkward and would not leave her alone. She thought about the feeling as she dressed herself. She pondered it, looking for words to describe the feeling as she tied up her hair into a high pony tail. It was when she was about to open the door on the way out, did the word finally come to here. It was a simple word, but one with much meaning that described her perfectly: dread. It was dread that crept up on her during the night. It was dread that made her have strange, vague dreams of the unknown. It was dread that made her muscles tights, her mind closed, and her heart pounding. She dreaded what was to come on this uncertain day. She found the garden not far from the master’s quarters. The garden was small with four little triangles full of delicate, colourful flowers and little shrubs that outlined each triangle. The dirt was a neutral, dark brown. The triangles were spaced with stone walkways that met up to a central circle with two miniature, grey stone benches. Above her was a glass ceiling, allowing the warm, bright, rosy light of the early sun to shine upon the pretty scene. Sarafire let out a sigh of relief. She had been envisioning a much bigger garden with tough, light brown solid that would be hard to dig the many plants. Instead, she found a small, private garden that could not have much work for her to do. Maybe she would only have to spend an hour or two and then be released for the rest of the day, free to do what she wanted. “Came early you did. Good.” She turned, trying to suppress a feeling of surprise, to see Master Yoda taking the last few steps to stand next the glass door to the garden. She reflected today would not be a good day to be late. “Sleepy. You look. Did you sleep well?” She shook her head and suddenly found herself rudely yawning. She hurried to cover her mouth and turned a soft pink. She apologized for her lack of manners. She was not given a simple nod as most of the teachers would do, but a wave of Master Yoda’s hand. “No need to apologize. Yoda knows that it is early for a young Jedi to be up. But you will wake up.” She was not so sure of this. Her mind seemed to work far to slow and she wondered how hard the work would be and if her tiredness would get in the way. The master walked in first and went to one of the benches in the centre. She walked into the greenhouse, closed the door quietly, and stopped, facing him, waiting for her instructions. “Do you like the garden?” “Yes, it’s pretty and small…and quiet.” “Like your room.” She gave him a weird look. “Err, how is this garden like my room? I mean, yeah, it’s quiet, but I don’t see anything else connected.” “What do you see here?” She looked around. The garden had not been attended for some time. The flowers looked slightly wilted and the weeds were getting out of hand. The shrubbery needed to be hedged and the dirt was dry and cracked. But Sarafire had never tended a garden and knew nothing about this. “Um, flowers and some bushes and um dirt.” The Jedi Master sat down on the perfect height bench, which had been made for him, and looked at the nearest triangle. “Do you know a weed is?” “Oh! And um the garden has some weeds I guess.” “Not an answer padawan.” She blushed again, realizing she could not get away with her usual tricks of faking the right answer. “That green stuff between the flowers?” Master Yoda nodded and continued to talk. “An unwanted plant, weeds are. But a living plant it is. In it’s own place, it is a precious, admired, blooming flower. Uproot the weeds you will and later replant them in their own spot.” She went to the triangle he was looking at and started to yank the weeds out. “No no! Carefully! Slowly!” She looked over her shoulder and then went back to her task. This time she pulled the plants out with more care, noticing the long roots that came out. She began a pile of the unwanted weeds. “Save the roots for that is the plant’s way of living. Without the roots, the plant not drink or eat and died it will.” She understood and put more care into digging the roots out. Half an hour later she had finished with the first garden bed. She was already covered in dirt, but she was also different. Her mind had quieted down and she found herself calmer. She liked the room she was in and like the sun on her back. She was in no real rush and the work she was doing was not hard. “Good. Come here and tell you what to do next, I will.” She got up from her hands and knees and walked over to the bench. She sat down. She wondered why he didn’t have her move on to the next bed. There was another question she had that was bothering her. The Jedi Master noticed this and had her ask was on her mind. “Why am I digging up weeds-I mean plants? Why not just let the garden run wild?” “Respect life you do not, but you should. These are not mere plants or weeds you dig up, but the Force itself. With no weeds there is no Force, or us. Interconnected we are. By taking care of a small garden, we take care of the Force and you.” He poked her in the shoulder as he finished the sentence. She jerked back, looking surprised. “Allowed to run wild you were. Messy is your life and your room. You are wilted, but pretty. So now you will water the flowers.” He showed her where to find a watering can and where to fill the can up. She went to the bed she had previously worked on and soaked the soil. She reflected on what had been said to her. It was true her life was a walking disaster that no one cared for. She realized the best of the students were always be “weeded” “watered” and made to look pretty. But then she realized something else that made her depressed. “Suppose I’m just a weed? Maybe I don’t belong here and I’ll just die if I stay here. What happens to weeds?” “Take them to the back wall and plant them in rows. Plant them deep so they can take root you will and then water them.” She wanted to call on him for not giving her an answer, but she held her tongue and did as she was ordered. There was a small patch of dirt with no small bushes to outline the bed. The dirt was new, darker in colour. She realized the new dirt had been laid on purpose. This was a special bed. She worked quickly, but with greater care than before, making sure the plants had a chance to grow on their own with lots of space. When she finished watering them, she went back to the master who asked her a question. “Why put the plants in their own bed?” “Well, you said that they need their own place. So this is their own place. They don’t have to compete with all the other flowers and that way they have a chance of being looked at. And…they are kind of pretty on their own.” Master Yoda nodded and smiled at her, apparently pleased with her answer. She wasn’t sure why, but she had a feeling it had to do more than what she had said. “Finish the garden and then get food. Then clean your room you will. I will check on it before the evening meal.” He got up from his seat and walked away. Sarafire went back to digging up the weeds, watering the garden bed, and replanting the unwanted plants. She finished in time to take a quick shower and get some lunch before she faced the harder task of the day: cleaning her room. -----signature----- Bring Light Into Darkness Reaching Through Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28415147/p1/?0 Healing Hearts: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28282728/p1
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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 4/15 8:58am Subject: RE: Healing Hearts: OC with Yoda, drama, angst Updated 4/15
	Great writing and a nice update again. -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
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Alasse_Earfalas Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 4/15 1:33pm Subject: RE: Healing Hearts: OC with Yoda, drama, angst Updated 4/15
	This was really cool! I especially like the gardening part, as my dad & I used to garden together all the time. Once we saw a strange little weed in an unsused bed and decided to just let it grow. It got REALLY big, and it looked pretty cool too. Great update!! Keep going!! -----signature----- Padawan of TrulyGhent & LilyHobbitJedi I O.B. The Young Grasshopper http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28829920 "The One Below" Emerges http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28281112
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Gkilkenny Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 4/17 9:37pm Subject: RE: Healing Hearts: OC with Yoda, drama, angst Updated 4/15
	Very nice that Yoda is interested in her, but I hope he isn't getting her ready for the argi -corps. Great post. -----signature----- Padawan to p_stotts Peace over anger - honour over hate - Strength over fear. Links to Stories in my Bio. Obi-Wan forever.
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