Heir to Clan Khath
It had been several weeks since the induction of the young Kyros Fen, a Red Sith of pure blood descended from those of old, into the Order of the One Sith. Gradually, the initiate was beginning to understand how things worked in this environment, and it was of no surprise to him. The dog-eat-dog attitude adopted by most within the Sith Academy was not alien to him whatsoever, for such competitive approaches he was born of.
Thus it was that while Kyros was attempting to find a suitable master to train him, he had spent a generous amount of time already digging deep into the Grand Library of the Sith Archives, although he was only able to comprehend some of what he read, while the more esoteric texts he noted mentally to return to at a later point in his eventual training.
Fascination grew within the young man as he learned more and more of the history of the Sith over centuries, the fluctuations of rising to the top and falling into dust, and now to the point where they are now, grand and expansive much like how they once had been so long ago. Yet, he could find little about his own kind, that of the Sith, the real Sith, the main reason he had begun his journey into the Dark Side. He continued the search, for the library was vast and the resources innumerable and were bound to yield the information he desired, yet pushed the priority aside as he dug deeper into Dark Side history.
The more he visited the library, the more he began to recognise regular faces, the most prominent to his mind being an obvious high Lord of the Order, yet what struck Kyros the most was his species; for he was Sith like him. 'Perhaps he will take me on,' he supposed to himself, and the following day came the Lord once more to the Archives, terrible yet inquisitive in appearance. There was no other time to wait for. Calmly, collected, directly, Kyros approached, head bowed ever so slightly for but a moment, as a mark of respect.
"My lord, perhaps you know of where I might find more information on our own species?"
Thus it was that while Kyros was attempting to find a suitable master to train him, he had spent a generous amount of time already digging deep into the Grand Library of the Sith Archives, although he was only able to comprehend some of what he read, while the more esoteric texts he noted mentally to return to at a later point in his eventual training.
Fascination grew within the young man as he learned more and more of the history of the Sith over centuries, the fluctuations of rising to the top and falling into dust, and now to the point where they are now, grand and expansive much like how they once had been so long ago. Yet, he could find little about his own kind, that of the Sith, the real Sith, the main reason he had begun his journey into the Dark Side. He continued the search, for the library was vast and the resources innumerable and were bound to yield the information he desired, yet pushed the priority aside as he dug deeper into Dark Side history.
The more he visited the library, the more he began to recognise regular faces, the most prominent to his mind being an obvious high Lord of the Order, yet what struck Kyros the most was his species; for he was Sith like him. 'Perhaps he will take me on,' he supposed to himself, and the following day came the Lord once more to the Archives, terrible yet inquisitive in appearance. There was no other time to wait for. Calmly, collected, directly, Kyros approached, head bowed ever so slightly for but a moment, as a mark of respect.
"My lord, perhaps you know of where I might find more information on our own species?"
