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EGKenobi
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RE: Healing Hearts: OC with Yoda, drama, angst Updated 5/26 (finally)
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Brilliant fic so far. Please PM me when you update this.
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JediKaren
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RE: Healing Hearts: OC with Yoda, drama, angst Updated 5/26 (finally)
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Well here it is. It probably needs editing, but oh well. Hope you all like it.
The morning came bright and early for Sarafire. She awoke curled up in her warm and comfortable bedding on the hard floor to realize she was in Master Yoda’s room. It was very strange to be there. The room was quiet and there was a sense of alertness as the shine beamed through the window and shone its warm rays on to her well rested body. It only took moments for her mind to truly wake up and to stretch her arms before she was ready to get out of bed.
There was no one else in the room, which she found to be nice. There was no rush to get up, although she wanted. It was part of her morning habit to rush around in great panic trying to find clothes in her usually messy room, while yanking out knots in her hair. She would run out of her room only to come back again to grab a forgotten book. But today was different. There was no mess, no yawns, and very little tangled hair to tackle with a brush. There were also no classes to curse and moan about. Her homework could wait until she knew when she would go back to classes and all she had to do was be ready for whatever happened that day.
It was shortly after she washed her face that the door open and in came the small master. She gave a little bow of the head to show respect that she had been taught the time she was three.
“Hello. Feeling awake and ready?”
“Yeah, I do feel wake and uh…”
She was not sure how to say what she was thinking, wish not to come off rude, but to express her needs at the same time.
“Hungry?”
She cracked a tiny smile. He may or may not be able to really help her, but the Jedi in front of her was no stranger to the needs of a hungry preteen.
“Good. I have brought food up for you to eat while we talk.”
Her smile disappeared at the mention of talking. She was not looking forward to going over last night’s scene.
A droid came through the door with a tray of breakfast for her. There was a good size breakfast on the plate, far more than she normally would eat. She wondered what would happen if she didn’t eat it all. Still she sat down on the floor again after folding and putting her bedding out of the way to eat. She ate on the floor and only nibbled at the cereal and toast, entirely ignoring the fruit and eggs. She looked up every so often, trying to observer the master’s reaction. He had nothing to say and she could not read the look on his face. Finally, she pushed the plate back with half the cereal left and a slice of toast left untouched.
“How do you feel?”
That question was starting to get on her nerves, but she let it go this time.
“Full.”
“How else?”
She slightly frowned, realizing he meant business with her.
“Awake…good…ya know…”
“But calm or peaceful you are. Angry and unsettled.”
She did not like hearing that and thought hard about how she would turn that to something better.
“I’m just uncertain about surrounding. I’m not use to awaking up somewhere else other than my bed.”
“Very uncertain are you.”
Sarafire said nothing. There was nothing to say to such a statement. Perhaps it was true that there were many things she was uncertain about, but she couldn’t help it. Life seemed to be uncertain for her to do anything about it. It was better just to let life go the way it was and wait for the horror of life to end.
“Come me with.”
Master Yoda turned around and headed for the door again. It slid open. When Sarafire did not follow him he turned his head and looked at her, standing here confused.
“Where are we going?”
“To the garden.”
“Why?”
“See you will.”
He kept walking through the door and Sarafire signed and followed his footsteps. She could not see the point in digging in the garden again. She understood about weeds being real plants and the importance of tending them, but what more there was to learn was beyond her thoughts.
The master and student walked the short distance to the gardens in silence. Sarafire reflected that many students would have been greatly bothered by this strange silence, but she didn’t. She liked being alone and didn’t mind not hearing noise, as long as she knew she wasn’t going to be in trouble. They entered the same small around with its two benches and four triangular garden beds. She spotted the narrow strip of earth in the back to see her so called weeds doing slightly better than before. She could not see why. The sun was on them and the ground looked fine to her. She turned around and asked why they were still looking wilted.
“The earth is unfertile. The plants need good earth to grow in, if they are to do well. With food and water, the plant survives. With good, rich dirt, the plant will bloom and grow. Find you will, bags of dirt near the door.”
She understood what he was saying and went to the door to find heavy bags of dirt. She started to lift one up, but found it even heavier than she expected. She grunted and pushed, but she did not have the strength to carry the bag. She turned around with her face red and shiny, showing how much she was straining.
“I’m sorry, master, but I can’t-”
“No you can’t.”
She looked at him surprised. If he knew she couldn’t, then why tell her to do it?
“I’m sorry?”
“If you believe you can’t, you can’t.”
“But master, this is heavy and I really don’t have the strength to-”
She was cut off again with his lecture.
“Use not your arms, but your mind as well.”
She, like all other students, understood this very well. At this point many kids would try to use the Force to help them lift sometime, but in her class, few had the complete strength to be successful. Sometimes a student would dare to use the word “try” out loud and more lecturing came from this. It was better to use put your full effort into the task admit defeat later without too much shame.
“Be certain of yourself.”
She nodded again and took a deep breath. She would have to trust and use the Force. She gathered the warm light of energy around her and focused the energy into her arms so to give her strength she did not have before. She lifted the bag fully off the ground and was slowly walking with it to the weed like flowers. She studied the flowers, wondering if they would ever brighten up like the ones in the real beds. The flowers looked so unloved despite getting what she thought were their basic needs. The garden looked so nice and tended. But these flowers were clearly not, yet at first glance at the garden; they would have been ignored or assumed to be ok. She worried she couldn’t help them and they might die. Her thoughts were stopped when the bag slipped out of her arms and fell on her foot. She screamed in pain and forced her throbbing foot out from other the bag of dirt. She sat down and took her boot off to see nothing was broken, yet there was still pain. She got up again after putting on her boot and glared at the bag.
“Alright are you?”
She grumbled out a yes, still glaring at the bag.
“Uncertain you were and thus you lost your connect to the Force. Know what you want and the Force will help you.”
“But I don’t know what I want!”
“Exactly.”
The power of her own statement hit her harder than the bag did. She really didn’t know what she wanted. She thought she wanted to be a Jedi, but she could not bare the pain that seemed to come with it. She did not want to go to class, but she could not face another angry teacher. She wanted the flowers to do well, but she didn’t know really how to. She didn’t want to hurt herself, but she couldn’t do anything else.
She spent the next hour dragging the bag the rest of the way and then mixing the old dirt with the new dirt in around each flower. She could sense the flowers responding already and the time she watered them again, she swore she could see some improvement.
“They’re doing better!”
“You helped them.”
She couldn’t help but smile at herself. There was a sense of pride in her spirit that glowed as bright as the Force.
“Yeah I did. I wanted to help them.”
“Certain you were.”
She nearly laughed at herself. Her foot was fine and she felt no anger at the bag or even at herself. It was kind stupid for her to get mad at the bag and she didn’t feel like getting mad at herself over something so minor.
“Build on that self trust we will, but first lunch.”
She grinned even wider and nearly skipped to the meal room.
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Gkilkenny
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RE: Healing Hearts: OC with Yoda, drama, angst Updated 7/1
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It seems like she is beginning to let her anger go 
Yoda is winning. 
This story is a winner also. 
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Lovely update and great to see Sarafire getting help
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JediMasterAmanda
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7/2 12:12pm
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great story you have going here. very inspiring...seriously. after I read the chapter where sarafire cleaned her room I decided to clean mine. so I'm now cleaning it. I already got a full trash bag and half of one of trash XD and these are really big bags.
great job here
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Alasse_Earfalas
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Hooray for a new chapter!!
This was an awesome post, I like how you brought back the garden. 
Thanks for the pm & keep writing! 
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JediKaren
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Thank you all. I had a great laugh at the cleaning your room. Man, I never thought my story would inspire such a productive thing. I feel like I have betrayed teen rebellion and traditional messy rooms. You'll be happy to know that I have finished another chapter, but I probably should wait a day or two and get it edited.
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JediMasterAmanda
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yeah editing is a good thing at least sometimes. and don't worry you haven't betrayed teen rebellion.  My room just really needed clean and I was debating about getting a head start on cleaning before I go to band camp and my messy room becomes unbearable for me and that chapter just gave me a drive and reason to do so. Besides not all teens are rebellious, but I am a bit argumentive or so says my grandma.  Besides Yoda is right. A clean room leads to a more peaceful mind(believe me I know).
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JediKaren
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Ok guys, here's the next chapter. I hope you like it and soon I will have to write the next.
Ch 11
She had just finished a steaming, delicious bowl of Pashi noodles, a new food that had been introduced to the temple menu and was all the rage, when teen messenger handed her a datacard. She nodded to the messenger and read the card. It from Master Yoda and he requested her to meet him in one of the lightsaber training room in a few minutes. She found it strange that he had not told her this in person, but she reasoned with herself that he was probably in a meeting or something that was far more important than her.
She put away her bowl and walked over to the training room. It was a standard, white and bare room, lined with padding along the walls and mats stacked against a far corner. There was no one in the room or even in the hall. Sarafire checked the time to see if she was late or early, but for once in her life, she was just on time. She decided that Master Yoda must have been held back in whatever meeting he was in and she would just have to wait.
Five minutes went by with no a sound to be heard. The stillness in the room was getting to her. She began to wonder if she was in the wrong room so she checked the data card again. No, she was in the right room and at the right time. She made herself take a deep breath and reasoned he must have been late for a good reason and this could not be helped.
Another five minutes went by and her nerves were being severely tested. She was not very patient and waiting in an empty room with really no idea of what she was doing there was getting to be too much. She got up and began to past the length of the room when she heard a voice she very much feared.
“Oh you. Great. I was sent to fight against you?”
She turned around and confirmed her suspension. Oh yes, it was Partin Marleon, the bully of her age group. All the other kids either hated her, or openly supported her and privately envied her. Partin was the only other Jedi in Sarafire’s class who could fool anyone she wanted. In reality, Partin was a stuck up brat who got her way through threatening, whining, brown nosing, and other methods that the Jedi were suppose to ban all together. Yet, she managed to win the approval of the teachers and fool them into thinking she was just talented. She was talented alright, talented in being a jerk.
Partin was fairly strong in the Force, but she was somewhat weak in lightsaber skill. Matching only ability, Sarafire should have win every fight with Partin, but she never did. There was one simple, sad and unfair reason. Sarafire was too scared to beat Partin. The two girls were rarely put together, but when they did Partin started a long line of threats, names, and taunts that would destroy all confidence in Sarafire and would allow an easy victory for Partin. Sarafire loathed the other girl for this fact. She could always think of great comeback after the battle, but never during. Her mind would go blank and words would stumble in a pitiful way.
“So I hear that you failed your classes and now Master Yoda is trying to see what part of farming you would be best in. Is it true?”
Sarafire opened her mouth, but couldn’t think of anything to say right then. She didn’t want to let the girl know what was really going on, but she couldn’t lie eigher.
“No, I, um well-”
She was interrupted with Partin’s next taunt.
“Oh come on, everyone knows you’re too weak to be a Jedi. You’re so quiet ad stupid. You never answer a question right in math class. Ha, you should hear what the teacher has to say about you. I heard him tell the other teachers he was going to put you back a class, you’re doing so bad!”
Was it true even when she got one question right a day or two ago? She wasn’t sure and it made the fear in her even worse.
“So any reason why I’ve been sent here? I mean, a training room? What, am I going to fight you and win again? What a waste of time. Everyone knows I could beat you in a minute.”
Sarafire hung her head and stared at her boots. It was all too true. She had been wondering the same. The last time they had been put together in a lightsaber match, Sarafire got badly kicked in the shin and it took days before she could walk without limping. It was unfair move in her opinion, but no one called it out on Partin. A spark of anger stirred at the memory of that fight. She found herself wanting to fight the red hair girl, just so she might get back and teach that brat a thing or two. She made just one mistake no Jedi should ever do in a situation like this: her angry was not shielded and Partin had picked up on it.
“What are you angry about? It’s not my fault you’re weak and can’t fight worth anything. But if you want, we can just settle this before the old dried up frog gets here and pretend nothing happened.”
She was very tempted to agree to this. She was already imaging herself beating the girl fair and square and then having the victory glow in her as she beat her again in from of the grand master. But she made no more or sign that she would agree to this plan.
“Oh come on, too chicken huh? That’s just like you to keep quiet and let the world take advantage of you. Fight like a Jedi!”
Her blood was boiling with anger. She wanted to wipe that smirk off the other girl’s face so much! Oh, this wasn’t fair at all.
“Fine, if you won’t start, I will.”
With that, a green lightsaber was lit in the hands of Partin and coming near the shocked figure of Sarafire. She took a step back before remembering to grab her own saber. She had not agreed to this and she was in trouble. The two girls started to fight each other. Partin was being very aggressive while Sarafire tried so hard to get out of the fight, but nothing worked. In nearly a minute of the laser swords flashing and sizzling, it looked like Partin was going to win and Sarafire was going to lose, panting and heart pounding with fear and shame.
“Stop you will!”
They were going to go at it, probably for the last time, when both of the girls stopped and looked around, startled. Partin had a look of shock and Sarafire just leaned over to pant, too tired to feel much at the moment.
“Partin, outside you will go, now.”
The girl made a small bow, something that stirred another flame of rage in her thin, heaving chest. Then the girl left, leaving the master and the student along. The Jedi master waited patiently for her to gain her breath back and stand up straight. Only she didn’t stand up completely straight. Her head was down in shame and her shoulders slightly slumped. She couldn’t look at the master. She was wrong to fight even if she hadn’t started it. She was also wrong in losing. She was just wrong. She decided to say something before he started a lecture.
“Sorry, Master Yoda. I know I was wrong to fight her. I didn’t start it.”
She added that last little bit to try to make herself look innocent. On most teachers, they would have believed her and understood she wasn’t the kind to start fights. She was just too quiet for that sort of thing. Yet, when she looked up, she knew the Jedi wasn’t going to buy it.
“Wrong you were, but not that way.”
Her mouth formed an “o” as she tried to understand what he meant.
“Err, huh?”
“Wrong you were to lose when no reason you had.”
She just stared at him, very lost. She had no reason to lose?
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JediMasterAmanda
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hmm....I wonder what Yoda means by that last statement. 
Partin has some serious issues. shame on her for picking on sarafire like that 
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Gkilkenny
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Ah, I see Yoda’s point. Sarafire could win if she got herself together.
She worries too much, about what others think about her.
She loses concentration. Her lack of focus is her undoing.
I liked it.
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My favorite post so far! I wonder how long Yoda was standing there for? 
Keep up the good work!!
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Lovely update with Yoda.
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I just delved into the story and I've read the first two chapters and I'm lovin' the Yoda interaction.
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First page completed. The best so far is when Sarafire said Jedi aren't supposed to lie and Yoda tells her she's right because she's been lying. I definitely will keep reading.
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