Nik
Character
He had already accumulated close to a decade as a Jedi, and he was just starting to believe his reality. The times of asking himself every morning if this dreams was going to end were now in the oblivion, together with the remains of his primitive culture. Dreams and memories of Cerea were now only medals brightening his past life, even when he hated how things were handled at his home planet. The nostalgia.
Now he was convinced, and he wasn't going to forget how much luck he had. He wanted to be a great Jedi, great enough to have his name written in the annuals of eternity. But he was just an apprentice, not even yet taken, and Jor knew he had to start his training alone. He feared at moments, what if he wasn't able? Was he going to fail spectacularly?
And then he remembered the Jedi values and dogmas he had been taught. Fear suddenly was nothing to stop the young Jedi.
Precisely to train he had left the dormitories even before the first rays showered the magnificent temple. Without planning anything he was to be guided by the Force, and if his will was pure he was certain to find the perfect way. Not even a doubt appeared when he was in tune with the Force.
Taking the shortest route, he secretly hoped someone was there, even when normally the Order was asleep at least for another hour or so. He needed a little push to start, and no one helped better than a Jedi. Or at least he chose to believe it. He had little understanding of the others.
He entered the room, noticing how it wasn't empty, but not nearly as full as if it was normal training times. Not hesitating he moved the nearest corner, dumping in the floor all the unnecessary stuff he was carrying at the moment. He didn't even had an own lightsaber to train, so he was just going to imagine an object similar to a hilt was a fully functional one.
He was ready, but had no idea.
Now he was convinced, and he wasn't going to forget how much luck he had. He wanted to be a great Jedi, great enough to have his name written in the annuals of eternity. But he was just an apprentice, not even yet taken, and Jor knew he had to start his training alone. He feared at moments, what if he wasn't able? Was he going to fail spectacularly?
And then he remembered the Jedi values and dogmas he had been taught. Fear suddenly was nothing to stop the young Jedi.
Precisely to train he had left the dormitories even before the first rays showered the magnificent temple. Without planning anything he was to be guided by the Force, and if his will was pure he was certain to find the perfect way. Not even a doubt appeared when he was in tune with the Force.
Taking the shortest route, he secretly hoped someone was there, even when normally the Order was asleep at least for another hour or so. He needed a little push to start, and no one helped better than a Jedi. Or at least he chose to believe it. He had little understanding of the others.
He entered the room, noticing how it wasn't empty, but not nearly as full as if it was normal training times. Not hesitating he moved the nearest corner, dumping in the floor all the unnecessary stuff he was carrying at the moment. He didn't even had an own lightsaber to train, so he was just going to imagine an object similar to a hilt was a fully functional one.
He was ready, but had no idea.
