Arturious knelt sitting on his heels with his eyes closed doing as he had always done in that small room the same room he always used. His fortress of solitude, his haven. Arturious waited for her to arrive the young girl content to sit among the rock instead of seizing her destiny. She reminded him or himself all those years ago. A wealth of potential squandered in self doubt.
Arturious sat their letting the force flow through him and settled his nerves. She would be his first student, the first he had ever brought out of the darkness of doubt into light of confidence and fearlessness. He would give her the tools. What she did with them was her choice to make.
[member="Hidia"]
Arturious sat their letting the force flow through him and settled his nerves. She would be his first student, the first he had ever brought out of the darkness of doubt into light of confidence and fearlessness. He would give her the tools. What she did with them was her choice to make.
[member="Hidia"]