His name

His name was Trevor.

He used to be a small humanoid boy from some other planet; he wasn't pale but he was an outsider, quiet and lonely to say the least. Trevor didn't really talk much to us students and the masters. Well, he was forced to talk to the Masters, but it didn't do much good. He was always angry, always destroying things, whether they were his or not.

One day I was sitting alone by the Meditation tree and suddenly he was standing there sullenly besides me, hands jammed into his pockets, with a scowl on his tanned face. He asked me what I was doing and we talked for a while before he suddenly stopped speaking. I didn't really think much of it until something in the Force changed. And it changed right besides me, in front of my eyes…

It was also because of him.

A shrill whistling sound cut through the air and light, like a lightsaber about to explode. The flower to my right started to wither and curled in on itself. I fell to my knees and covered my ears in vain as though I could block out its pain but that didn't work. Next with an almost hysterical laugh, the attention of his Force power was focused on the Meditation tree.

I don't really remember much except yelling at him to stop, as I squeezed my eyes shut and grabbed onto the Force to center myself somehow. Suddenly as fast as it had started he stopped; and cautiously, to my amazement he was crouching besides me and staring at me with wide eyes.

"You're bleeding." He said in a husky voice, "I've never made another person bled before."

I wiped the thin trail of blood away from my nose, and blinked in surprise; "You're not sorry, are you?"

He shook his head slowly, "no…" He shrugged, "not really." He brushed his knees off and stood up, offering his hand to me; "Come one, you might as well get up, since you're not hurt and before I get into trouble." I laughed bitterly accepting his cold clammy hand, "it's really like they say; you just like to hurt people or things, don't you?"

He gave me a cold look; "No, no I don't."

I shook my head and wiped the last traces of blood off and walked away before he could answer me.

He watched as I left and shook his head. "I just like to explore…" he whispered before he left as well.