My name is Spirit Syunic, I'm a human female, and I'm a Jedi Padawan. Okay, not officially. Technically, I'm still a youngling or Initiate. But soon, a Master will pick me. I know so. I hope so.
I'm 12 years old, and still haven't been picked as an official Apprentice. If I don't get picked before my 13th birthday in two weeks, I'm going to be sent to the Jedi Service Corps. And that's a disgrace for any Padawan, to have to leave the main Jedi Temple on Coruscant and move to a far away planet just to grow crops or use medicines. I mean, we're Jedi, not farmers, right?
But Master Yoda says that it's an honour to serve the Republic in the Corps, so I dunno.

It's the Clone Wars. The second year. The year when everyone has decided they don't trust anyone and has decided to abandon hope. Personally, I think that the Separatists are going to lose this war. I KNOW for a fact that they will. As soon as I get into battle....Watch out, battle droids! Jedi Padawan coming through! My lightsaber will cut right through them!

Speaking of my lightsaber, I should tell you about it. It has a purple blade, and a custom hilt. Even though I've never been to Illum to properly build a lightsaber and gather a crystal, I found one here on Coruscant in the underground market. Otherwise known as the black market. It's an artificial purple crystal that was originally blue, but a Sith coloured it as an experiment. At least, that's what the black market vendor told me. No matter, it still works really well. I haven't gotten to use it in a real battle yet, but soon. That will be soon.

I don't know what the future has in store for me as a Jedi, but I know one thing: Trust in the Force!