Aral walked through the halls of the Dantooine academy. He was supposed to be trained today. He doubted if he would like his teacher or that his teacher would like him. The masters at the academy did not think he could be trained he was very drawn in and did not have any friends. The masters thought he would be a failed padawan and Aral began to believe them. Aral fingered the lightsaber he had begun building. It was hidden in his robe because he wasn't supposed to have it, but if Aral was going to fail he wanted to be able to sell it on the black market. Maybe get enough money to go somewhere far away. Aral jerked himself back into reality. He was almost to the door leading to his new master. Aral paused in front of it smoothed his hair and walked in.