The Gardens

It had been a few hours since the meal with Master Calmacil and Panno had spent the time since then exploring the gardens of the temple. He had been drawn to the like a moth to the flame. He had stopped at each new plant smelling every fragrance. When he found a new seed he would take the time to stop and hold it in his hand and poured the force into it. It was tiring but eventually each seed would grow into a plant. Sometimes new sometimes not. Those Jedi that had seen him looked away disapprovingly. They saw it as a waste of potential, warping and accelerating the plants growth. The looks didn't escape Panno who wondered but didn't ask why they did not enjoy it. Instead he bounded on to the next vmgreat thing.

Eventually though he did tire, and he stopped by the outer perimeter of the garden. Seeing a smaller version of the towering mushrooms the Knight straddled the mushroom and once again started to pour the force into the plant. The size he wanted though required much more focus and he let the force flow. Not through him but rather through his words.


This is my garden, I'll plant it with care,

Though his voice was gravelly and hoarse the force flowed through it. Shaping the little mushroom, strengthening it, twisting it making it stronger. More than that though it began to grow, faster than anything natural should. Every second it grew by a few feet. It's top growing ever wider. The ground around the base shooting out as it forced itself against the Felucian soil. The heads of multiple Jedi turned to look at him. Some broken from their meditation, others who were just walking. Wondering what was happening with the flare in the force.

Here are the seeds I'll plant in there,

Now Panno began to be lifted off the ground, just a few centimeters at first. He could feel the mushroom begin to wilt and falter under his weight so he redoubled his efforts. A bead of sweat trickling down his back at the effort he smiled. It once again began to bring him higher. Slowly so that it would grow strong and he would not break it.

The sun will shine,

Being an Imperial Knight he had some serious mental training. Still speaking the words and having the force flow through him he wondered why he was here. Sure he had followed the force to the planet. This however did not answer his question, in fact it made more. Was it just a fluke? Perhaps he had subconsciously just wanted to come here. No. There was a reason for his being here, and it would soon be revealed of this he was sure.

The rain will fall,
The seeds will sprout and grow up tall.

Finishing the final two verses Panno found himself on a massive mushroom nearly 30 feet tall. Wide enough he could stretch out and relax comfortably he did so. Basking in the warm glow of the planets sun, he smiled truly at peace. Closing his eyes he listened to the calls of the local birds in the distance before falling asleep.