Elmont Block
Your focus determines your reality

The once-ripe fields of the planet lay barren, pockmarked by heavy artillery. There were hills were once it was open fields and villages, such was the destruction of the bombardment. The desecrated landscape was the handiwork of not only the Sith – or some other dark sided antagonist – but the local resistance. Elmont had hoped each side might be more careful with the thing they were fighting over. He was reminded of an old mantra, ‘The desperate do not possess gentle hands.’ It was fair to say that these were truly desperate times.
Elmont stared across the open land from the relative safety of his makeshift encampment. His eyes were keen, catching even the faintest movement of charred grass in the afternoon breeze. The air was dry and warm. A sheen of sweat covered Elmont’s brow and occasionally a bead would slip down and zig-zag its way through his stubble until it dripped from his chin and onto his grubby robes.
His Master had taught him to use these times to meditate. Elmont found that a challenge. Time was precious. He lived in the moment and trading that for the future was alien to his way of thinking. He was eager to move but had to wait for his guide to return.
He should have been back by now. He should have returned over an hour ago. His Master would no doubt tell him time was transient or that all things happened at the right time - the time the Force decreed. But Elmont was impatient. Deep down, he knew he ascribed slightly negative connotations to his Master’s teachings. It wasn’t that he appreciated them, but they were different people. Different Jedi. He wanted to be trained. He wanted to be a Jedi. But he wanted to be his own Jedi. Much like his Master seemed to be. It was just they were so different.
Not that Elmont considered it a bad difference. Even in his most pig-headed moments, he saw the value in being schooled by someone who saw things from a different perspective. But Elmont was impatient. He wanted results and he wanted them now.
And the guide had never been late. And in Elmont’s mind, he’d already waited too long. Six months too long!