And that's how I run out of the training room to the only person, that didn't fear me at all right now; Arty.
Or Artemis if you will.

I knew that she just stood up from bed and could be find at the cantine right now. I breathed in and out two times in a row behind the trainingsdoors, as I packed my lightsaber on my belt and went to her.
My thoughts got cleared up as I thought of her, only a few clouds in there by now and a sun that wanted to shine through it all. When there was anyone at the whole Jedi Council that could give me an advice, it was her. Not meant to be rude to Sol, who did exactly the same thing and wasn't one of the most hatred Jedi's on my list... but it was Arty, the girl who always found the right words, even though she had a relationship with no helping. Which was kinda ironic, since she is a Jedi like me.

And she would be a knight in a few months like me.
Also I needed someone that wasn't Yord or like him.
And that was a really special thing.

As I saw her then, after 15 minutes I needed to get to the cantine, all my thoughts blew away. Didn't knew that there could be other creatures that could even feel more terrible than me right now. Immediately I went to her and worried about her, like I never did before.
"Artemis, what happened?"
Her tired eyes looked up to me now and discovered me.

But even my presence and a strong coffee before her nose, which I smelled from four foot away ago, didn't let her lips from a little smile. She almost look like she was more than just done.
I sit down at the other side of the table and reached out for her hand almost automatically, just to gave her some grip.

"Arty..."
"Don't call me Arty!"

Abruptly I let lose of her hand. She never hissed at me like that.

"Artemis, what's up? I never seen you like that..."

Artemis seemed not only to be done, but to be outraged, too. A sigh and her hissing was forgotten.

"I... mission... argh, Ares..."
"It's fine."
I gave her a sympathetic look and pat on her shoulder.

"You don't need to tell me, if..."
She hold up her hand and cut of my words.
"Why were you so angry?", she asked me then.

"Yord, he... well, it doesn't matter anymore. Is there still coffee?"
Her look got harder and inquiring. I would love to tell her my soul out but after this... I knew how terrible this after a mission feeling was. With Yord, I had make my mission experiences. I got a little lump in my throat, but didn't continue talking.

Artemis was two years older than him and I. But we got friends really fast. Maybe cause we met at my first mission ever.
But the last one with Yord, the one that changed us that much, let me never do one again. And as noone was pressured to do anything her... I was happy for not feeling the same as Arty for this such long time.

Yord didn't seem to be bothered by it at all. He still went on missions.
"Coffee, hello?", I tried it the second time.
"Coffee is always available, dipshit.", Arty talked back, showing me with her thumbs the coffee canes on the other tables.

I looked at her crytalblue eyes. They stood in a fully contrast to her curly black hair. Even if someone looked only hat her curves, which shouldn't be seen with Jedi clothes on, but at her, she looked like a natural beauty. The two horns at her forehead, as some highlights, too, were decorated with gold, going up the horns in spirals. Even her finger nails had the perfect length and the ends were dunked in gold. At least it looked like it. The only fing that made her more normally was the fact, that we were four inches apart when it came to our height.

I took the coffee cane from our table, but let it go as fast as I took it. Not only the shadow from before at the Jedi Council, but Yord were at the entrance of the cantine, too. And he looked like, he screwed it up with me. Which he did and what he will know from Sol, I was really sure about that.

Arty looked at the same direction as me.

"There the Jedi comes...", she commented, more bored and tired, than curious why I was mad at Yord.

"Ares, I didn't know...", Yord wanted to excuse himself, but I cut him off with my hand, like Artemis did it by me before.

"Sol got a burn for it, we're quit. But if I tell you something like that, behold it for yourself, okay?", I asked him. He nodded, unsure what he should do or better not do right now.
"Just sit down, Yord.", Arty told him then and gestured at the place beside her.

Yord nearly died as he looked at her the first time. Seemed like he hadn't recognise Arty's mood before and that she was tired and had dark circles under her eyes, too.
I couldn't stop me from letting out a laugh. And even though I was really mad and angry at Yord, everything was forgiven and forgotten as he and Arty began to smirk, too. Head shaking he sat down beside her.