This is My Lightsaber

[Arty Orspach]

The nearly seventeen year old padawan entered the meditation chamber, he was alone, it was late, and he needed sleep but this was more important. Moreover what was important is that he was alone. He had already debriefed with his master and they had broken down the fight, the fight that had nearly cost him his life. What he had done right and wrong was clear to him, but what wasn’t clear to him was the magic key, it was the cornerstone that was left out of place, with it some of his errors would have been cancelled out. It however was not in place, it was horribly out of place and he couldn’t figure out why.

He removed his lightsaber from his belt, it’s matte black hilt now showing some small areas of bare metal from the fight. He sighed and sat down cross legged on the floor with the hilt directly in front of him. He closed his eyes. There was nothing.

Nothing but him and the lightsaber. He controlled his breathing, each breath he counted to five and exhaled, then inhaled slowly. The hilt began to levitate in front of him, while he began to see a small white light glowing at the center of the room. Deeper and deeper he drifted as the access panel popped off the hilt and the yellow kyber crystal floated out of it’s housing, it’s home.

“…You’ve been a Guardian ever since I’ve known you.”

Erril’s words echoed in the room and in his mind. This was the key, this was the key. He was out of touch with his crystal, his mind and aura were different when this crystal had found him, but its heart was still pure the meditation and thought that went into it however were out of sync with his aura now. This was dangerous.

This meant that he was not one with his weapon which led to the wound.

The light grew bright and the the crystal began to glow as the light encompassed it and the rest of the room. In a matter of moments Arty was looking down on the room from the exterior of the temple, the hilt and crystal still floating in front of him his eyes closed to his surroundings.

The youth’s soul began to glow as well, a vibrant blue and slowly it began merging with the light that had encompassed everything. This was his heart, his being, this was the core of what made him a Jedi.

Time passed, with each breath, higher and higher he soared, until he was looking down at the temple from space, the white light glowing brilliantly as the blue light from his soul began to merge with the kyber crystal. Slowly, it began to take on his being, his essence.

He took another breath in and the crystal floated above his closed eyes and began slowly rotating. He did not need to see the crystal, he could feel it, he could feel his aura imprinting itself on the crystal, the vibrant blue with a touch of fire, the crystal seemed to burn with passion for a fraction of a second deepening its already vibrant color providing a layer to it, a layer that perhaps only he would ever fully notice, but it was a layer that made the crystal and him one.

The light began encompassing the planet, the pure white glow was so powerful that it seemed to illuminate the entire solar system. The blue crystal disappeared within it’s majesty and then…

Another breath.

One

Two

Three

Four

Five.

He began sinking lower and lower, back towards the planet, the light began shrinking as he entered the upper atmosphere, his hilt still not visible.

Lower and lower, past rooftops and spires, past speeders screeching to through the sky until he sank into the temple spire and into the mediation room, the light shrinking to a small speck revealing his fully assembled lightsaber which fell into his open hand.

The light disappeared entirely and the young man took a deep breath and opened his eyes. The Matte black hilt had been healed of it’s scars and was ready. He stood up and blinked several times, before his thumb gently stroked the ignition and the vibrant blue blade shot out of the hilt. The Padawan smiled with satisfaction as the weapon once again felt right in his hand, the blue blade illuminating his face and the room. He nodded, all was right between him and his weapon which was now part of him.

The blade retreated into it’s home and Arty clipped the hilt to his belt before he left the room and headed off to bed.