The Silver haired, sliver eyed warrior
He was packing his bags, his day had come, and now he waited to see if a Master would go and pick him as their Padawan. He was dressed in traditional Jedi garbs and robes; he knew he didn't need to, but something was soothing to him about adhering to the ancient ways of the Jedi.
So here he was, no more a youngling. It was a surreal moment for Kaero; he was a slave for all those years, then became a youngling when he was rescued, and now here he is. An official Jedi, and now would be the start of those great adventures he would hear and read.
Soon his own name would be etched into history. This story would inspire the innocent and strike fear into the hearts of those who follow the ways of the dark side.
A smirk came across his face with that thought; he took a deep breath as he finished packing, not that it would take very long. He went to the Jedi Academy with nothing but his clothes as a slave and Gladiator fighter. Yet the Jedi of old had no need for material things. Like the ancient Jedi, Kearo wouldn't need material things as they could be a distraction from the Force, plus as he would emerge through the ranks, he would be required to leave for missions with extremely short notice, so having many objects would be a burden.
He learned during his training that many Jedi students didn't totally adhere to the same philosophy as he did. Yet, he will follow the ancient ways of the Jedi over the contemporaries' teachings of the present. Zipping up his bag with the final thing he needed to pack, he slung it over his shoulder as he started reciting the Jedi Code to himself.
There is no emotion; there is peace.
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity.
There is no chaos; there is harmony.
There is no death; there is the Force.
His hope and desire were to develop self-discipline, tolerance, compassion, harmony, and peaceful exploration. Only time will tell if it will be a success or will his story have a tragic ending. So now he waited for his new Master to come and hopefully get this next phase of his life started.
So here he was, no more a youngling. It was a surreal moment for Kaero; he was a slave for all those years, then became a youngling when he was rescued, and now here he is. An official Jedi, and now would be the start of those great adventures he would hear and read.
Soon his own name would be etched into history. This story would inspire the innocent and strike fear into the hearts of those who follow the ways of the dark side.
A smirk came across his face with that thought; he took a deep breath as he finished packing, not that it would take very long. He went to the Jedi Academy with nothing but his clothes as a slave and Gladiator fighter. Yet the Jedi of old had no need for material things. Like the ancient Jedi, Kearo wouldn't need material things as they could be a distraction from the Force, plus as he would emerge through the ranks, he would be required to leave for missions with extremely short notice, so having many objects would be a burden.
He learned during his training that many Jedi students didn't totally adhere to the same philosophy as he did. Yet, he will follow the ancient ways of the Jedi over the contemporaries' teachings of the present. Zipping up his bag with the final thing he needed to pack, he slung it over his shoulder as he started reciting the Jedi Code to himself.
There is no emotion; there is peace.
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity.
There is no chaos; there is harmony.
There is no death; there is the Force.
His hope and desire were to develop self-discipline, tolerance, compassion, harmony, and peaceful exploration. Only time will tell if it will be a success or will his story have a tragic ending. So now he waited for his new Master to come and hopefully get this next phase of his life started.
