The Jedi Knight, and servant of the Lightside of the Force, steps calmly onto the training grounds his master had prepared for him. The metalic cylinder of his lightsaber hung at his waste as he meditated upon the life he had led and the life he was now embarking upon. He waited, now, for a sign that he was ready. A sign that he would take his place amung the honored Masters of history.

He had been tested with the Darkside time and again. He had faced down his enemy without fear, but with wisedom. He had learned the ways of his master and the order, and managed to expand upon them. He had reached a platue as a Jedi Knight, one that could only be raised by moving to the next step.