by Vermillion Flame (vermillion_flame@hotmail.com)
Series: Anatomy
Archive: Yes to M_A, if you want it sockii
Category: PWP
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Feedback: Any and all, please!!!
Summary: A Jedi Master muses on aches and the passage of time.
The Jedi master sank to his meditation mat, positioning himself
as he had done so many times before. He felt the slight creak
in his bones, the pain in his knee. The Healers could, of
course, provide a soothing balm which would take away the ache,
but sometimes it was better to let it be. The Force had sent
him this reminder that he was getting on in years, and it was
not right to always medicate it into oblivion.
Time seemed to be passing more quickly now, especially the most
recent years since his beloved padawan passed his trials. His
heart swelled with delight as he remembered the missions, the
meetings, the battles he engaged in with his apprentice at his
side. They were rewarding times. Of course, there had also been
lighter moments. He smiled as he recalled the incident which
first wreaked havoc with his knee.
He and his padawan had been on a mission to Arenaria. For once,
their presence was not the result of some planetary strife.
Instead, they were participating in coronation ceremonies as a
much-loved king turned his throne over to his daughter. The
celebration continued for several days after the actual event,
and it was a welcome relief to the Jedi pair to be able to
relax and even have a little fun.
On that particular afternoon, the master had been persuaded to
join a group of young people in a game of sa-bol. His padawan
was shocked to see the normally reserved Jedi Master elbowing
the youngsters, digging for the small leather ball, and
cheating when he could get away with it. Then a particularly
cunning move brought him down with a twisting thud which his
knee would never let him forget.
Even though the Healers had worked their charms with him, the
ache had persisted over the years. It was worth it. To see the
face of his padawan, the utter surprise when the young man saw
his master score a goal for their team, made the moment
priceless.
The elder sighed. Now his padawan was taking his own missions.
He might not always do precisely as the Council asked, but he
learned that from his master. He had always learned his lessons
well.
Yes, time certainly seemed to be accelerating. The padawan had
his own apprentice, another fine young man who would make the
Jedi proud to count him among their number.
The diminutive master struggled to his feet. With luck the next
100 years would fly by just as swiftly as the last.
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