Padmé stood outside the Jedi Council chamber, on a balcony overlooking the city. The sun was setting and the reflected light given from the orbital mirrors was lessening. Her eyes turned towards the closed doors, Anakin was inside and while she had told him what she could nothing could prepare him for the tests the Council would put him through. “Master,” Obi-Wan felt he had to say something, “you know as well as I do that the boy will not pass the Council’s trial. They won’t accept him, he is too old.” “Anakin will become a Jedi, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said as if it were an established fact.