The Beginnings

This is connected with my story The Protector and the Chosen. It may answer some questions you have about Kiya in my story. Heads up to Scottusa1 who reminded me of that! R&R plz? This is about Kiya's childhood and how Qui-Gon had two Padawans.

Disclaimer: don't own anything but meeee! (Shrieks happily) okay, okay, I'll stop freaking out. But seriously, all credit to the great bearded one (George Lucas). Okay, read on. (Withdraws sheepishly)

A/U: I'm on a spree today! I'm posting this, which took me a few days to write, so please please please review!

Chapter 1

"Kiya!" My father's voice calls out among the babble of the crèche. I run to him and get scooped up and kissed on the cheek. I return it and beam happily.

I am Kiya Jinn, daughter of Qui-Gon Jinn and Tahl. Tahl died shortly after I was born, But I'm still happy and so is my father. I am known as the Protector, and I have a midi-chlorian count of 50,000.

There is a prophecy that goes along with the prophecy of the chosen one. One who will be strong in the force, and one who will work with the Chosen one and be the protector of the innocent and the Jedi. I'm considered to be that Protector.

I love to be a Jedi, even if I'm only an initiate now. Can I tell you a secret? I'm the secret favorite of the Jedi Council. Master Yoda often comes to the crèche, but he also always makes a little time for me when he visits. I can get nearly anything I want from Master Windu, and in all honesty everyone knows I have him wrapped around my finger. No one, of course, ever says that out loud.., but I know.

Anyway, my friends are Obi-Wan Kenobi, Garen Mulen, and Bant. Between the four of us, we get into a lot of trouble... But we always get lenient punishments. Mainly because we always get caught by Master Windu and they shove me to the front with my innocent wide eyes. Heh. It works every time. No, I'm not as innocent as you think. Yes, I'm a little naive. Everyone is at this age.

Anyway, on with the rest.

I babble happily and father nods, smiling at my chatter. I wriggle out of his grasp and go plop down with my friends, grinning. Little do I know what I will have to go through for my friends, or what a reputation I'll earn because of it.

...Years later...

"Father!"

"Yes, Kiya."

"Do you think I'll find a master soon?"

It was my 13th birthday and I was trying to find a master, along with Obi-Wan. Masters were allowed to have the maximum of two Padawans at a time, because if one was traveling the path to the dark side, maybe the other would be able to tell, thus averting disaster. I hadn't asked my father to be my master for the simple reason that I thought he never would want to take another after Xanatos.

He hesitated for a moment, then said slowly, "Kiya, would you like me to be your master?"

I stared at him for a moment, then my face lit up happily. "Yes! I do!" I bubbled cheerily. "But-I thought-"

He smiled. "Well, I think it's time that I moved on. Maybe you would help me."

I grinned happily, then suddenly my face fell. "Will you take Obi-Wan too?" I asked seriously, looking up at him with a grim look.

He looked back with a stern look. "And what makes you think that he would want to be my Padawan?" He asked, trying to dodge the question.

I frowned. "Are you kidding? EVERYONE wants to be your Padawan." I retorted, rolling my eyes. "And Obi would make a great Jedi."

I wasn't just saying that. I meant it, and my father knew that I did. I didn't just give a compliment like that very lightly. Since I was strong in the Force, I could tell whether one would make a good Jedi or not.

He gave me a warning look to say that he wouldn't hear anymore, and I clamped my mouth shut. What would make him act so towards my best friend? But I said nothing. I made a pact to myself. I would not become a Jedi unless Obi-Wan would too. Hang the prophecy and me being the protector. I could care less. It was the will of the Force that we both become Jedi. Couldn't father see that?