This man who claimed to be Mythos spoke as though a prince and a puppet were two different ideas.
The boy couldn't but share some of the same sentiment that the man before him expressed. Regret? Ego, perhaps. One imagined that princes wielded power, not the yoke of obligation. What this Mythos offered him seemed a fairy tale.
Much as was the case with the still evolving story of death and life. First, Mythos' death was a lie. Then, he had referred to his own death in the past tense. Now, he confirmed that he was, indeed, claiming to have returned to life from death.
Was such a thing even possible in the Force?
"Juyo," the boy repeated. This was the so-called forbidden technique. It was clear that whoever this man said he was, he wielded power through the Force. So Shoma intended to look into this Juyo for himself. Perhaps he would ask [member="Junko Ike"]. She seemed like she was honest with him about everything he asked, as opposed to those who withheld knowledge until they deemed a more appropriate occasion for sharing it.
The blood glyph took him by surprise. The cold washed over him, the sensation like that of taking one foot and planting it firmly into the grave. That thought alone was enough to send a shiver up the child's spine. This was dangerous. This man was dangerous. Yet, if there was an escape from the situation then Shoma could not see it. And so, ever the prince, ever the puppet, he resigned himself to playing the part others authored for him. At least until an opportunity to slip away presented itself.
Close your eyes.
That was easy enough.
Now, focus on his... wait, what?
"How am I supposed to focus on your hand with my eyes shut?" the youngling wondered aloud. As instructions went, these were very Jedi. Much cryptic. Many confused.
[member="Sav Elko"]
The guards would ask to check the woman's identicard. Once her credentials had been verified, along with her status as a member of the Galactic Alliance New Jedi Order, she would be admitted into the Xiaolang Palace complex.
The boy couldn't but share some of the same sentiment that the man before him expressed. Regret? Ego, perhaps. One imagined that princes wielded power, not the yoke of obligation. What this Mythos offered him seemed a fairy tale.
Much as was the case with the still evolving story of death and life. First, Mythos' death was a lie. Then, he had referred to his own death in the past tense. Now, he confirmed that he was, indeed, claiming to have returned to life from death.
Was such a thing even possible in the Force?
"Juyo," the boy repeated. This was the so-called forbidden technique. It was clear that whoever this man said he was, he wielded power through the Force. So Shoma intended to look into this Juyo for himself. Perhaps he would ask [member="Junko Ike"]. She seemed like she was honest with him about everything he asked, as opposed to those who withheld knowledge until they deemed a more appropriate occasion for sharing it.
The blood glyph took him by surprise. The cold washed over him, the sensation like that of taking one foot and planting it firmly into the grave. That thought alone was enough to send a shiver up the child's spine. This was dangerous. This man was dangerous. Yet, if there was an escape from the situation then Shoma could not see it. And so, ever the prince, ever the puppet, he resigned himself to playing the part others authored for him. At least until an opportunity to slip away presented itself.
Close your eyes.
That was easy enough.
Now, focus on his... wait, what?
"How am I supposed to focus on your hand with my eyes shut?" the youngling wondered aloud. As instructions went, these were very Jedi. Much cryptic. Many confused.
[member="Sav Elko"]
The guards would ask to check the woman's identicard. Once her credentials had been verified, along with her status as a member of the Galactic Alliance New Jedi Order, she would be admitted into the Xiaolang Palace complex.
[member="HK-36"] | [member="Darth Lykos"] | [member="Mythos"]
