Alfred had done quite a bit of mentoring in his day. He’d raised a few padawans, and that was more than enough for him. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the task – he did, really; shaping young minds was rewarding. But he’d done all he could, and now felt it would be better to step aside and let the new generation of Jedi teach the younglings.

That was, until Order 66 was carried out.

It had blindsided them. All of them. They never would have expected such an event to occur. They lost a lot of good jedi then, and from pure luck, he survived. That luck didn’t extend very far. Now, he had found a young padawan, their own mentor killed in the purge. He knew it was his duty to continue their training. He would not let this one be harmed.