The dark skinned boy felt tense, yet calm. As a Jedi to be, he never let his emotions take over him, for doing so was the path to the dark side and he had seen what Sith Lords became: empty shells lusting for more power and fearing to lose it all. The dark side led to torment and fulfillment became impossible. The academy made sure to keep their students off this dark path and the boy had made sure to follow their teachings as well as he could. It seemed his teachers were satisfied with him too and he had quickly increased in rank within the other students. At the young age of 12, he was already nominated to become a padawan, trained by one of the Jedi Council itself, an unlikely honor for a boy his age.
The elevator stopped and he waited for his teachers to lead the way as he had been taught. But none of the two moved. The air remained still as he wondered what was happening, losing his concentration over keeping his anxiety in check for one brief moment, then getting it back under control the moment after.
“We will not be following you, young one,” one teacher finally said, a Rodian. “Where you are going, you will be going alone, though our spirits as those of the entire academy will follow you wherever you go. Be worthy of the honor that has been bestowed to you and may the force be with you.”
The child, only a few months from being a teenager, took a step out of the elevator, then another. He stood still for a moment, then turned to thank his teachers, but the door was already closing. Resolute, he turned back to the hallway and slowly advanced, trying as he could to keep his emotions under control and observing the decorations.
A lot of thought had been put into making the corridor majestic. Many statues in the honor of fallen Jedi’s had been erected, displaying a great array of species that could be found across the galaxy. On each pedestal, their name and a small list of their deeds could be found, but he didn’t need to read ...More Cartoon Sex Stories...