Purposed to Protect
THE WARDEN
TO BRING A LIGHT TO THE DARKNESS
THE NEW JEDI ORDER | PROSPERITY | PURIFIED MEDITATION SPHERE
To fight ignorance through knowledge;
To act as the guardians of life;
To bring light to the darkness;
To serve others, rather than rule;
To always seek betterment;
To be the light in the dark
Hope was an incredible thing.
For something so intangible, it was all he could feel. From all he’d seen, from all he would see, all they would see –– he felt the goodness of this collective before they gathered in the room before him. A well of virtue to counter the oppression that flanked the New Jedi Order and by extension, the galaxy.
Each individual that gathered would be those destined by The Force to foresee, to seek, to find, to hunt, to decipher, to interpret the whims, fallacies, intricacies and wonderfulness of the spectral planes seers were both cursed and blessed with seeing.
Cursed like he was, blinded by the shattering of Csilla. He’d felt it all. Pathways of the living that thrummed and pulsed with brilliant glows, and dim shadows. Some routes lead to life eternal, others diffused and puttered out to a void that was beyond his sight. In the wake of Csilla's destruction, he'd been effectively blinded. So many souls, voices, lives calling out with a final shout of desperation. He'd felt their burns as if he were on the planet as it ripped apart, the excruciating agony that prologued forever nothingness. All their faces turned into nothing, photons streaming off skeletons that glowed light and dark. It was as if he were observing a beautiful, chaotic painting from across a room –– and the closer they got to death, without warning, only the brushstrokes made it up. Life was nowhere in it.
They shouted, and Asmundr could feel that they sensed the pressure waves going out from their throats. The clouds of molecules that made up their fingers slapping against whatever they could, as if getting a grip on ephemeral objects or persons nearby would save them.
Where their air began, and their bodies ended, was lost. The boundary between their bodies and environment blurred. And then...in union, singularity's realization that something dark and sudden moving through the atoms they'd joined toward them.
And then nothing.
And now, again, he felt something. Many somethings, from all different sources but teased similar outcomes, dancing around the undefinable. Intersections and divergences of pattern, lattices, networks, that felt familiar and strange at the same time. Glittering with alluring potential but frustrating fragments that his distracted mind was weary to parce in time to be proactive, helpful. The great seer’s vision was impaired by the vast spread of empathy that still plagued his peripherals. It was too much, far too great a responsibility to see everything that happened in the corners, too tolling for him to burden the responsibility of attention –– choosing what here and there received it. A wider scope was necessary, with more eyes.
In those, more eyes, would be the blessing. The opportunity.
In strife, they’d find harmony. Balance, answers.
There were many answers to be sought –– between the Brotherhood of the Maw’s accelerated uprising and the recent attempt on a Senator’s life during a senate session, the necessity to seek dialled up intensely.
They’d all received the invitation, a gentle brush against their mind from the well-connected Master, to the meditation sphere of Prosperity. The wording of the summon was not verbatim from recipient to recipient. The only similarity each shared was the sense of urgency and weariness from the venerable, mountainous master.
Organized and timely, per his request, those that had been affected by his plea would walk into the spherical space and instantly be cast in a blue glow that came from nowhere and everywhere. If they sought to perceive the physical and not just the spiritual, they’d appreciate the generic runes scrawled on the walls in a pattern reminiscent of primitive star maps and the open space where each could sit or stand. It was a generous room that had begged to be filled for far too long.
So he stood, hands clasped behind his back and golden gaze affixed on the doorway with a pleasant smile. Brimming with hope in the establishment of the Circle of Seers. It would be done here today.
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