Sorry I haven't written anything in a month-literally then again I haven't really had a chance to use the computer for two weeks out of that month. And for those of you who will say I have been on reveiwing and posting on fourms let me explain. I get emails whenever some story/topic/author posts/updates something and the little time I have on the computer has been spent replying to a few emails then going off to get something else done. I felt that I need to explaine myself to you guys since I haven't gotten anything posted in forever. Anyway this is a short randomly inspired chapter not much but enjoy anyway!

So it was finally time for his padawan to make his first lightsaber-all by himself. The Master stood back across the room press against the wall. There was no way he would live through this one, even if somehow he had managed to survive his padawan up until now there was just no way he could survive this. He began chanting quietly like he was suppose to.

"The crystal is the heart of the blade. The heart is the crystal of the Jed-"

"Master, how do you do it again?" The padawan asked. The master let out a slow breath.

"You focus on the lightsaber and how it all fits together, and then you use the Force to put it all together." The padawan stared blankly.

"Well why can't I just use my hands to put it together?"

"Because," the master said through gritted teeth. "it doesn't work that way." He forced a smile.

"Wouldn't it be easier?"

"Look! If everyone put them together by hand anyone could make a lightsaber! Do you want everyone to have lightsabers?" The master yelled losing his patience.

"Well I don't know…let me think about that one for a minute…"

"IT WAS A RHETORICAL QUESTION!" The master exploded.

"You know, I have never heard anyone yell the word 'rhetorical' before why do you suppose that is? I mean it's a long word and-"

"You're MISSING THE POINT!" The master's voice broke a little. "You always miss the point!" He half-sobbed. "NOW MEDITATE AND CLEAR YOUR MIND!" The Master yelled.

"Well it's hard 'cause you keep YELLING!" The padawan shot back. The master took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have yelled I should be in better control of my emotions, I should be a better example maybe that's all you need a better example." The master apologized to his padawan.

"Whatever." The padawan muttered. "So back to my question, how does it all fit together?"

"You're supposed to know that, you were suppose to study lightsaber configuration for the past two weeks!" The master cried.

"But master! You forgot didn't you? I haven't been your padawan for the past two weeks!" The master suddenly realized his padawan was right..and facepalmed.

The 'lightsaber code' that the master is suppose to chant or say while the padawan makes his/her lightsaber is:

The crystal is the heart of the blade.

The heart is the crystal of the Jedi.

The Jedi are the crystal of the Force.

The Force is the blade of the heart.

All are intertwined.

The crystal, the blade, the Jedi.

You are one.