Tyluko was deep in meditation, deeper than ever before. "Father is that really you?" he asked the voice, his heart pounding.
"It is I my son. Tyluko you must listen to what I am about to tell you. Do not give in to anger my child, for you know this is not the way."
Tyluko was angry, desperate and also confused.
"But father, how else will I ever succeed in combat against the dark-side? "
"You have forgotten your teachings you have let anger churn the waters of your heart. Remember calm, crystal clear waters are needed to properly see where a ship is heading"
"But father, I dont understand, I am afraid."
"Do not be afraid Tyluko, trust in the Force, the current of the galaxy. It is your compass, it will guide you through treacherous waters; it is also your anchor to keep you secure."
"What should I do?"
"Learn the ways of the Force my son, join the Jedi. Train daily in your hydrokinetics, it will strengthen your connection to the waters of your home.
The image of his father began to fade away.
"Father, please dont leave!" Tyluko cried out.
His father looked at him with a gentle smile "Remember my son: May the blessings of the water keep you. The might of your ancestors gives you strength. Never forget this motto. Goodbye my son, and know that through the force, I am always with you."
The image of his father vanished and Tyluko awoke from the trance, letting himself down to the ground, putting the water back into his flask.
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