Dian'jie meets Master Ag'grillon

Dian'jie was born on a remote part of Dantooine with no siblings.  He never knew his mother and his father never spoke of her and something Dian'jie never questioned. 

He grew up on his father's farm and had little contact with other children.

When he was four his father took him to one of the many trading ports. It was Dian'jie's first trip that he can remember and a day that would change his peaceful, somewhat idyllic life. The vibrant sounds, colours of the port assailed the youths senses. For lack of a better word, he was awestruck. For his whole life the land and his father had provided all he needed, thus he had no concept of money nor the need to pay for something. If there was a fruit tree and he was hungry, he'd simply pick the fruit and eat it. His few toys, were all provided by his father. Dian'jie's father had moved forward out of sight from Dian'jie, he hadn't noticed but then upon seeing an interesting trinket on a stall he simply took it.

The owners anger was understandable but to Dian'jie it was not. Flee or fight is a natural instinct and even at such a young age, the thought of flight never entered his mind. The store owner attempted to snatch the trinket back but Dian'jie didn't release his grip, his face showed surprise, then confusion and finally anger as the owner and Dian'jie tussled over the trinket. Dian'jie's frustration rose and before anybody could intervene, he pushed the owner back with his free hand, with a surprising result that shocked all observing the scene of an owner nabbing a little thief.

A full grown man was knocked off his feet and thrown backward a full 20 meters by a child, crashing not only through his stall, but making a mess of several others as well. Now there was a throng of brassed off vendors. A situation that was rapidly getting out of control. At this junction Master Ag'grillon felt it would be prudent to take action. He had been observing the child's innocent curiosity for a while, bringing back memories of his own youth. Of course he too was just as surprised as everybody else, but being a Jedi Master he knew the source of the child's performance and immediately recognised the potential of the young boy.

A force push from one so young and with no training. Dantooine was famous for producing powerful Jedis (and unfortunately Sith too), and it seems another one was in the making. Stepping in-between Dian'jie and the disgruntled vendors Master Ag'grillon quickly calmed the crowd with a wave of his hand, and the offering of credits (of course).

'You'd best come with me, young one' Master Ag'grillon spoke to Dian'jie, 'and keep your hands to yourself'
"Why?"
"It would be best if you did. And where is your father?"
"Why? Who are you?"

This would be a conversation Master Ag'grillon and Dian'jie would play out many times over the next few days. Dian'jie proving to be quite...some might say, challenging of authority, others might say curious as to the motives behind requests. Sometimes Master Ag'grillon thought that Dian'jie was being used by the Force to teach him the meaning of tolerance and patience. A lesson Dian'jie's Masters on Tython would also have to endure for many years.

During this conversation, Dian'jie's father returned. As Master Ag'grillon turned to him his words of greeting fell flat on his lips.

"You're here for the boy" Dian'jie's father asked.
"It seems so, I...."
"It wasn't a question Jedi" interrupting Master Ag'grillon's response. His voice holding a tinge of, well, a severe lack of common courtesy. "Take him and leave me be"

"Father?" Dian'jie responded, surprised and confused as to his fathers tone and words.
Immediately his fathers tone changed into that of a caring parent.
"Don't worry son. I knew this day would come. It will be alright and we will see each other again, but you must go with this man, and learn all you can from him and the others like him."

Dian'jie obeyed and left Dantooine with Master Ag'grillon. He was very excited sitting in the Jedi Masters shuttle as it took off, his face smiling and carefree. The exact opposite of Master Ag'grillon.