AN: So this is one of my first fanfictions so if you could please leave a review at the end I would be so overjoyed!

My heart beat against my ribs and my blood pounded in my ears. To any other Jedi padawan this would have seemed stupid, getting a new master, but to me it would forever change my life.

"Anakin Skywalker will be your new master," Jedi master, Mace Windu told me. I quietly sighed out the breath that I had been holding in. I kept my face composed even when on the inside I was bursting with happiness. I figured that the most skilled masters in the universe would be able to feel my emotions but none of them said anything.

"Yes master," was all I said without letting my voice shake.

"You are dismissed," Master Windu said to me leaning back into his chair and folding his arms. He looked at me as if studying me.

"Yes master," I said bowing to the council. My eyes flicked momentarily to Master Yoda. He nodded his head and I turned to leave. I walked out of the room silently not trying to let the greatest masters know that I was near hyperventilating but not before Master Obi-Wan Kenobi caught my eye. I saw a ghost of a smile cross his face then vanish as he turned his head.

As I left the room all I could think about were all of Anakin Skywalker's amazing deeds. He had been in more fights then I can count, he used to race pods, he fought Count Dooku and almost won, and had been in the arena on Geonosis. That was the battle that started the Clone Wars, the war that we were in the middle of right now. I slowly started back toward my room within the Jedi temple. Every Jedi from younglings to masters had a room somewhere in the temple. Suddenly I heard shout behind me.

"Arri!" the person yelled. I instantly knew their voice. I could recognize it anywhere.

"Zarya!" I yelled whipping around to see me best friend running toward me. Zarya Kanuo was a Zabrak; her skin was a pale tan color, much like a humans with seven small white horns growing out of her head. Her long black hair was pulled back with the exception of the few strands that were in two skinny braids that framed her face. I could see almost all of the bright blue tattoos on her face. It was a custom of the Zabrak people to tattoo their faces when they came of age. Since Zarya had grown up in the temple and with the Jedi. She decided that Master Eeth Koth, a Zabrak Jedi master, would be the one to tattoo her face and body. Her light brown eyes shown with excitement and although in the past many Zabraks end up going dark, I had faith in my best friend that she would stay good.

"So, I heard that you finally got a master," she told me when she reached me. "Ya know, some people were betting that you were never going to get reassigned."

"Man, I just left the council room. How did it already get out?" I asked her slinging my arm around her shoulder as we walked. This didn't work very well seeing as she was at least two inches taller than me.

"I don't know, short stuff," she joked shrugging my arm off her shoulders and putting hers around mine.

"Well, if you keep calling me that I might never tell you," I teased her walking ahead a few steps. "Beanpole," I told her looking over my shoulder and smiling.

"Hey that's not fair!" she said stopping.

"Yea, well life's not fair," I retorted walking back to her. "Unless you're me of course because you are never going to believe who I got for a master."

"Tell me," she begged, "tell me, tell me, tell me!"

"Man, someone is a little overdramatic," I said nudging her with my shoulder. "Come on; let's go to my room so we can talk." I grabbed her arm and started pulling her toward the way my room was.

"But I'll be in agony all the way there," she whined.

"Oh get over yourself," I told her rolling my eyes. That's when I started to laugh. We laughed and teased each other all the way to my room. That made her almost forget about my master, but only almost.