ALTHEA. (star wars)

chapter 3: jedi envoys

The air in Naboo's marketplace shifted, as if the very essence of the planet held its breath. The tranquil atmosphere, once undisturbed, now quivered with an unusual energy as Master Elandar and Knight Serin, emissaries of the Jedi Order, made their solemn entrance.

Master Elandar, draped in the traditional Jedi robes that swirled like the winds of wisdom, bore the weight of countless teachings in his serene gaze. By his side, Knight Serin, a beacon of compassionate strength, moved with the grace of one who had embraced both the light and shadows of the Force.

As the Jedi envoys traversed the marketplace, whispers stirred like leaves caught in an unsettling breeze. Concern etched the faces of the local villagers, their eyes darting between each other as uncertainty settled in the air.

"Why would the Jedi be here?" murmured a concerned villager, their voice a hushed undercurrent amid the rustling leaves. The marketplace, usually alive with the harmonious exchange of goods and greetings, now held a tension that mirrored the ripples of apprehension in the Force.

The Jedi, unperturbed by the wary gazes that followed their every move, continued their purposeful stride. Master Elandar's piercing gaze scanned the surroundings, as if sensing the ebb and flow of unseen currents. Knight Serin, with a gentle yet unwavering demeanor, offered a reassuring nod to those who met their eyes.

The whispers grew, weaving a tapestry of speculation. Some wondered if a shadow lurked on the horizon, prompting the Jedi's presence. Others, more attuned to the mystique of the Force, recognized that the galaxy's silent orchestratorshad a purpose on Naboo.

Unbeknownst to most, Althea's latent connection to the Force had not gone unnoticed. The Jedi envoys, guided by the subtle nudges of destiny, had come to discern the echoes of the Force resonating within the tranquil landscapes of Naboo.

In the heart of the village, where laughter intermingled with the soft rustling of leaves, Althea played with the carefree abandon known only to children. The local children, unaware of the invisible eyes that scrutinized their innocent play, reveled in the simplicity of their games.

Unseen by Althea, the Jedi envoys, Master Elandar and Knight Serin, stood at a discreet vantage point. Their gazes, honed by years of training and attunement to the Force, dissected every nuance of the children's play. Althea's laughter, like a melody of innocence, echoed through the village square.

Master Elandar's ancient eyes, windows to a repository of Jedi wisdom that spanned generations, pierced through the façade of reality. He observed Althea not merely as a child at play but as a vessel through which the Force flowed. The ebb and flow of unseen currents guided his understanding.

Beside him, Knight Serin, a guardian wrapped in the warmth of a kind exterior, watched keenly. Her eyes, mirroring the duality of the Force, reflected both compassion and an underlying strength that spoke of battles waged and lessons learned.

"The Force is strong in this child," Master Elandar declared, his voice carrying the weight of revelation. His words, carried away by the wind, seemed to resonate with the very Force that intertwined with Althea's laughter. Knight Serin nodded in agreement, her gaze unwavering as she acknowledged the profound connection that had drawn them to this unassuming village on Naboo.

Master Elandar's eyes never left Althea, "Her connection to the Force is undeniable. It's as if the energy of the galaxy itself flows through her," he spoke with a measured tone that echoed the weight of his words.

Knight Serin's gaze followed Althea's every move,"Indeed, Master. The Force manifests in her actions, subtly influencing the world around her. A gift that requires guidance," she responded.