Timeframe: Mid 32 BBY – Final year before the Initiate Trials
Setting: Jedi Temple – Moonlight Meditation Chamber, Grand Sparring Hall
Into Stillness
The Moonlight Meditation Chamber was quiet, lit only by the soft silver glow of the Temple's lunar skylight above. It was the favorite place of three Initiates who, in the silence between classes and sparring, had begun to explore the deeper stillness of the Force.
Cain sat in the center—legs crossed, breathing slow and steady.
Anakin mirrored him to his right, his brow furrowed in concentration. Not tense—focused.
Seris, to Cain's left, usually preferred to move than meditate. But something in her had begun to shift in the last few months. She didn't seek the silence now—she respected it.
As they dropped into deep breathing, the outside world began to melt.
The hum of the Temple softened. Time unraveled.
The Force wasn't just around them—it was within. Between.
The Threshold
Their consciousness slipped into a state deeper than they'd ever known.
They saw color and light, but not with eyes.
Anakin felt warmth and wind—like podracer engines thundering through his skin—but softer. Calmer.
Seris felt a river of motion, but not one she had to fight—one that carried her, as long as she let go of control.
Cain didn't see or hear. He felt—threads, luminous and infinite, stretching between stars and lives and hearts.
And then, they were floating—bodies rising inches off the Temple floor, suspended in glowing currents of blue and white light.
Their eyes opened mid-meditation.
Gold. Blue. Silver.
They weren't scared. They were connected.
Witnessed
Outside the chamber, Master Fay walked slowly through the corridor with Master Yoda, discussing matters of Initiate readiness.
Fay paused mid-step. "Do you feel it?"
Yoda stopped. "A ripple… no, a wave."
They opened the door to the Moonlight Chamber—and froze.
The three Initiates floated several feet off the ground, bodies surrounded by ethereal currents of Force energy.
They weren't using the Force.
They were being used by it.
"…Mm," Yoda said, ears twitching. "Chosen, Skywalker may be. But not alone, is he."
Fay whispered, "A triad of light."
Return and Wonder
The energy faded after several minutes.
Cain, Anakin, and Seris slowly drifted back to the floor, eyes wide, hands shaking. Sweat beaded on their skin—but not from effort. From revelation.
They looked at one another, still breathless.
"Did you feel that?" Seris whispered.
Anakin nodded. "It wasn't just me… I saw everything."
"I didn't see," Cain murmured. "I understood."
Master Fay stepped forward gently, not breaking the silence too quickly.
"Tell us what you felt."
Seris tried first. "It was like I wasn't me anymore. I was… us."
Anakin's voice cracked. "It felt like someone… loved me. Like the Force wasn't watching—it was holding me."
Cain closed his eyes. "I saw… shatterpoints. All through time. But they didn't scare me. They were beautiful."
Fay nodded, deeply moved. Yoda simply hummed again, folding his arms.
"Strong, your connection is. But test it, you must."
Sparring the Masters
The Grand Sparring Hall was cleared that evening for a unique session. Only a few Knights and Padawans were present to observe.
Cin Drallig stood in the center, arms folded, his expression unreadable.
Beside him was his Padawan, Serra Keto, sabers ready.
Cain, Anakin, and Seris stood across from them, their robes simple but damp with lingering energy from earlier.
"Three on two," Cin said. "Controlled speed. No Force pushes. You asked to understand your strength. Let's see it."
The duel began.
Anakin went in first—fast, aggressive, coordinated. Seris followed with graceful support, catching Serra's counters. Cain remained still for a moment—reading the fight, then stepping in only when the others were overwhelmed.
Serra's strikes were precise, playful, testing.
But Cin—Cin moved like a ghost. His blade never wasted energy. He never blinked.
Every step of Cain's trio became sharper. Their synergy clicked.
For five minutes, the match remained intense.
Serra was tagged by Anakin—barely.
Cin disarmed Seris in a brilliant pivot.
Cain stepped into her place without hesitation—two blades, flowing together.
The Final Lesson
Now it was Cain and Anakin vs Cin Drallig.
The air was thick with heat and adrenaline.
Cain and Anakin moved like mirrored storms—one calm, one fire. Their styles clashed and fused: Makashi and Djem So, Soresu and Ataru. The lights from their sabers lit the room in gold and blue arcs.
And still—Cin held them both off.
When the match finally ended, Cain dropped to a knee, panting. Anakin followed, laughing breathlessly.
Cin stood still, not even winded.
"Remarkable," he said.
"They're not Knights," Serra said, dazed. "They're still kids…"
Cin looked at Fay, then Yoda—then at Cain and Anakin.
"No," he said. "They're something else."