Dressing myself in my Jedi clothes, I wandered the hallways of the mighty Jedi Temple.

After two decades of being on Coruscant, I still couldn't get my head over the huge size of the Temple. It had stood here for over twenty thousand years, and has become the symbol of peace and justice, mainly because of the Jedi Order. A huge block of stone, with four towers on every corner of the building, with a fifth spire in the centre rising into the air.

The Jedi were the protectors of the universe, and I had to say that I was still a little intimidated to be one of them. Even wearing the uniform they gave me seemed like a dream. When they took me and Jason in, it was mainly Masters Yoda, Windu and Qui-Gon who trained us. After all this time, I was still grateful to Yoda for training me and helping me overcome my inner turmoil, and to Qui-Gon for helping connect with my Force powers.

But twenty years...Holy Poseidon, I couldn't believe it had been that long since I left Earth. That long since I left Camp Half-Blood...and that long since I left Annabeth. Every time I thought about her, all I felt was a deep longing to go back to her and see if she was alright. But I was pretty sure that everyone of mine and Jason's friends would look after her.

As I went down the vast hallways of the Temple, I couldn't help but feel the same awe I felt when I studied the architecture inside. Pillar after pillar supported the ceiling of the Temple, and on they went down the entire infrastructure of the building. All the walls showed great mural paintings of the deeds, that so many Jedi have accomplished in the fifteen thousand years they have lived.

Knowing that Yoda would most likely be in the training room with all the other young Padawan children, I made my way into the main tower and made my way to the centre of it. As I thought, I saw the little green troll speaking with several younglings who had their lightsabers activated and blocking the many ray beams that were fired from the floating sphere droids.

"Feel the Force within you," Yoda said in that riddle-like voice of his. "A strong mental connection to the Force, a Jedi must have. The light, a Jedi must feel. Let it flow through you."

I walked quietly into the room, careful not to disturb the lesson. I watched with a small smile, remembering how when I was trained by him and Qui-Gon - they taught me how to control the Force within, and that I was their favourite student back in the day.

I was lost in my thoughts for so long, that I jumped in surprise when Yoda turned his focus towards me, his dark green eyes twinkling.

"Younglings," Yoda announced. "Younglings! A visitor, we have."

The children looked at me, deactivating their lightsabers and bowing respectfully. "Good morning, Master Revan."

I smiled deeper. "Hello." I looked at Yoda with an amused smile. "I hope you're not working them to death, otherwise they'd be knackered."

Yoda gave me that strange chuckle of his. "Working them to death, I am not. When you had your graduation duel with Qui-Gon, about your training, complain you did not."

I raised my hands in defence, laughing for the kids sake. "Hey, I didn't complain because he was evidently trying to kick my ass!"

All the younglings burst out laughing at that statement. Yoda smiled at that.

"What brings you here, my old apprentice?" Yoda asked. "A problem you have?"

I gave a sideways glance at the younglings. "Master Yoda, do you mind if we have a private conversation? I have something to talk to you about."

Yoda nodded, deep in thought. "In my meditation chambers, meet me there. After the younglings training, speak to you I will."

I nodded my thanks, and left the training room, making my way to my masters meditation room.

I actually waited there for a good hour or so, but thanks to some of the other Jedi Council members, I learnt how to control my impatience. Because I suffer from ADHD, it made me slightly on edge, but because of the training I acquired from the Jedi, I managed to control the impatience.

Yeah, I sound more mature now. Mainly because of two things: one, because of the training, and two, because I miss Annabeth dearly. Heck, I didn't even know if she would recognise me if I went back. I'm over forty years of age and my face had started to grow wrinkles on it. Every time I look in the mirror at my apartment I share with Jason and our friend Bastilla, I keep on thinking that I was looking at my father because that's how old I looked.

Just then, I heard the slight tapping of a grimmer stick. I turned my head around and saw Yoda walking slowly towards me. As soon as he saw me, he gave me a kind smile.

"A while, it has been since I last saw you," he said. He then chuckled. "A shave, you need, my old apprentice."

I laughed softly, rubbing my chin which was covered by my dark beard. "I know. I haven't had the time to do it - I've been busy trying to sort out all the trouble back on Cato Neimodia. Who knew all those rogue Mandalorian's were tough fighters?"

Yoda chuckled. "Get round that problem, you will. Trust in the Force and your abilities, and deal with that problem you will."

I nodded. "Yes, Master Yoda."

The little green alien smiled kindly. Then he gave me his serious face. "Speak to me, you wished? Something troubling you, I sense."

I grimaced, making sure that no one was listening. "I had a nightmare last night. But...I'm not too sure if it was. This isn't the first time I had it either - there have been a number of times when I have had the same nightmare, over and over again. Jason told me that I should talk to you about it, because we both think that they're getting worse. The one I had last night kind've confirmed it."

"If worried about you, your friend is, then help you I will with this disturbing matter," Yoda told me sincerely.

I nodded my thanks, before making my way into Yoda's meditation room. Yoda sat down on one of the round chairs, while I sat on the floor. The window's were dipped so not a lot of sunlight came through.

"Describe this dream to me," my old master asked me.

I took a deep breath and told him exactly what happened in my nightmare. Annabeth...the starship that I was on...my lightsaber glowing red...everything. It wasn't easy, especially when it came down to talking about Annabeth.

Why do you ask? Attachment's are forbidden in the Jedi Order. They fear that passion and attachment is a path to the Dark Side - jealousy and the fear of loss are key factors in it. Master Windu once described it as the shadow of greed, and it is very dangerous. It was different for me, because I showed compassion instead of passion - passion is when you're caring about yourself in a way, whereas compassion is where you care about other people.

When I was done talking, Yoda had a look of deep thought on his face.

"Fear for your wife, do you?" he asked.

I nodded my head. "I don't know...why I was acting so hostile towards her. I would never act that way towards her, I love her too much. But it still worries me. I think something is going to happen in the not too distant future, and it somehow leads me down the Dark Path. And the thing that worries me the most is that it puts Annabeth's life in danger. Is there any way I can somehow avoid that?"

Yoda grunted in ominous agreement. "Careful you must be, when seeing visions of the future, Perseus. Visions are mostly misleading. Happen, this may not. The Dark Side, always ever persisting it is. Seeks to tempt you it does, because of your dark past. Think too deeply on this dream, do not."

I thought on his words, and saw what he meant. "Acting on the vision is what might cause it to happen. If I ignore it, and solely believe that nothing bad will happen and that Annabeth will be alright, then the vision will go."

Yoda smiled at my answer. "Better, you are getting in your wisdom. Taught you well, I have."

I smiled. "Thank you for everything, Master Yoda." Then I frowned. "But what if it becomes a reality? What if something happens?"

Yoda gave me a kind smile. "Worry too much about this Annabeth woman, you do. Known you for years, I have. Rely on the Light Side, heavily you do. No doubt I have, darkness isn't part of your future."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and it opened. There, at the door entrance, was one of my friends in mine and Jason's team.

"Alec," I said, "what's up?"

Alec was the same age and height as me. He was bald headed, and on it he had blue stripes going from the centre of his head to the back of his neck. His eyes were a blazing blue, which kind've reminded me of Thalia a little. He wore his usual red outfit as usual, and his lightsaber hung from his belt.

"Revan," he greeted quickly. "We need to go. Our ship is ready. Alpha sent me to pick you up. The team is waiting for you."

I sighed. I forgot that today was the day that me and the team were to track down the other Mandalorian groups that escaped us in the war. But this was a little more dangerous for us, because it was beyond the Outer Rim sieges.

"Tell Jason I'll be there," I told Alec.

He nodded and left the room in a hurry.

"Something troubling, I sense from that boy," Yoda told me, a look of concern in his eyes.

I shook my head. "Don't worry about Alec. He has been there for us since day one in the war. He hasn't let me down yet."

"I hope right, you are."

I nodded and got to my feet, walking towards the door. Before I left, Yoda spoke.

"May the Force be with you, Percy Jackson."

I looked over my shoulder. "And may the Force be with you."