Find The Light

[Kahlil Noble]

It wasn't much longer for the Emperor's presence to suddenly be felt. The small part of Kahlil that could still hear and care about what [member="Veiere Arenais"] was saying had searched and found it, the taint within his soul. But that wasn't the threat. No, the ex-Sith had stopped using his power because of how much it had warped his mind, and how easily it could influence him. Anger. Fear.

Hate.

They all rushed through him, bringing out the worst in the young man. The fear of the Jedi. The anger of being seen only as his father's son. The hate of those who so willingly shunned him. They. Should. Burn. All of them. Everyone in this temple. The people who hated and feared him. He did nothing to them, but they still treated him like he was a monster. If they wanted a monster, then that's what he would become.

"J̨i̱̳̝̱͜n̶̝̯͖̲a͚̟̻̱̩̹͎'̸͈̮̣̞t͇̣͈͡i̲s͖̬͚͇̞͍ ̫̫̥͎ͅd͈̣̭̘r̵̰̠̺͉̹̖̲a̘̥͞ḑz̜̯i̦̯̱̠̜̩͚a̱̲̬̖̱͉,͙̘͇̜̣̟͘ ̫͙̜s̷͙̜̜a̠̩͔̰ͅm̹̞̻̜̺̩͠y͇̙̦̲i̸ ̳̼̙̕ki̹̺͖̫͔̕ͅ ̨͖͚̭͕w̩̪͙̹͙̳͟a̖̺͎̤͕r̜̝i̦͙̺̼̜̥a̺̯̬̰͔͜.̤̠͉̩͉͜ ̗N̻̤͎̦i̱̼̬͚̲̭s̖͎͠o̪̦͘s̢͚͙͖͉û̼̥̱̙ṯ̻͉i͞ ̜͓͝t͔̼͈̱̘̯͘i̦̞͉n͈̺̱̩͖̰̭r͚̮̰̖̮i̵̘͍̼͖̯ ̢̞̹͚̦n͎̙͍̬a̵͙̟͇i̭̹̦͚̲͖̰͝r͍͠i͚͍̺̙̜̝͡ ̠̻͇a̱n͉͈̬ ̤t̨͙̝̣̗͈s̳̳i̤̤͙̪͙̤o҉̱â̢̹͔̤ ͇͕̥̲͖͈d̷̘̻͈̤̘̟i̵̫̲̥͔̦u̟̳͙̳̼ͅ ͎͇͕̫̀w̛͉̝̫ͅa̰͈͍̟͢r҉͈̯͙̯̳̟̩i͉͙͝a̜͓̖ ̞͖r̭̲͈̀i̢̺̫͎ḑ̱͇͚̗z̤̞̤͓͈͓͍i̵̤̯͙͙̰̠̩k̛ ̧̘̪͈̱k̟̮͈̱̖̺̭û̼͚m͉̯̘̯̰̺i̳̕ ̤̹͓͠k̹͔̻̮̬̳̘i̘͙̰̬͉͉.͇̹̫́ ̦̦̜͕D͏̣̯̙̖̣̝i̖̫͈ù̲̠̩̘͙͇ ̶̠m͚̻͓͓͢i͙̣͎n̷ṱ̴̼i̴͓̜͇̬ ̗̙̞̣̘̻̳ưr̴͕̙̹͓̯͉i̥̥͇͇ ̦̣ͅw̲̰ị̝̬̗͝k̤i͚̘â̶ ͍̱̜͜ͅs̘̺͙͎̖͈͚ṉ̺̩̥̹̫i͙͈̞͎͕̤̬ ̟̗͇͍̬̞̺m̼̗̭̦̺̤u̯͙͕̝̯̥r̭̝̣i͕̺̲̟̪͠.̸͖ͅ ̰̦̗͎͎̺K̥͎͚̠͈̖ṷ̶̻̣̼͕̂rs͈̗̹̱̙̬̕o̡s̨͓͖û̝̪t̝͍͙͎̱i̫̱̘̙ ̳̲̖a̪̦͕̬͞n̬̱͟į͉͙͕̝̩͉m̼ ͏̤̠̙̤d̙i̡̗̟͕͎̩a͘s̙̯͚͜ ̫̠̯̟̤͞z̤͉û͔̭͓̼̲͚̀tar͔͕̺͉͜u͏d͇̥̼̹n͉i̙̺̬̲̭̰̤ ̶͎̺̖a̲̭̱̟͇n̦i̵͓̲ ̨̜̮t̹̼͕̩̣̬u̧̯̱͚t̥͎̫̲̜̲̳ì͖͇͖.̺͎͕̤̮"​

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The sphere of darkness swelled before him, unleashing wave after wave as he began to cast the strongest spell he knew. Waves of Darkness.

 

[WolfMortum]

"J̨i̱̳̝̱͜n̶̝̯͖̲a͚̟̻̱̩̹͎'̸͈̮̣̞t͇̣͈͡i̲s͖̬͚͇̞͍ ̫̫̥͎ͅd͈̣̭̘r̵̰̠̺͉̹̖̲a̘̥͞ḑz̜̯i̦̯̱̠̜̩͚a̱̲̬̖̱͉,͙̘͇̜̣̟͘ ̫͙̜s̷͙̜̜a̠̩͔̰ͅm̹̞̻̜̺̩͠y͇̙̦̲i̸ ̳̼̙̕ki̹̺͖̫͔̕ͅ ̨͖͚̭͕w̩̪͙̹͙̳͟a̖̺͎̤͕r̜̝i̦͙̺̼̜̥a̺̯̬̰͔͜.̤̠͉̩͉͜ ̗N̻̤͎̦i̱̼̬͚̲̭s̖͎͠o̪̦͘s̢͚͙͖͉û̼̥̱̙ṯ̻͉i͞ ̜͓͝t͔̼͈̱̘̯͘i̦̞͉n͈̺̱̩͖̰̭r͚̮̰̖̮i̵̘͍̼͖̯ ̢̞̹͚̦n͎̙͍̬a̵͙̟͇i̭̹̦͚̲͖̰͝r͍͠i͚͍̺̙̜̝͡ ̠̻͇a̱n͉͈̬ ̤t̨͙̝̣̗͈s̳̳i̤̤͙̪͙̤o҉̱â̢̹͔̤ ͇͕̥̲͖͈d̷̘̻͈̤̘̟i̵̫̲̥͔̦u̟̳͙̳̼ͅ ͎͇͕̫̀w̛͉̝̫ͅa̰͈͍̟͢r҉͈̯͙̯̳̟̩i͉͙͝a̜͓̖ ̞͖r̭̲͈̀i̢̺̫͎ḑ̱͇͚̗z̤̞̤͓͈͓͍i̵̤̯͙͙̰̠̩k̛ ̧̘̪͈̱k̟̮͈̱̖̺̭û̼͚m͉̯̘̯̰̺i̳̕ ̤̹͓͠k̹͔̻̮̬̳̘i̘͙̰̬͉͉.͇̹̫́ ̦̦̜͕D͏̣̯̙̖̣̝i̖̫͈ù̲̠̩̘͙͇ ̶̠m͚̻͓͓͢i͙̣͎n̷ṱ̴̼i̴͓̜͇̬ ̗̙̞̣̘̻̳ưr̴͕̙̹͓̯͉i̥̥͇͇ ̦̣ͅw̲̰ị̝̬̗͝k̤i͚̘â̶ ͍̱̜͜ͅs̘̺͙͎̖͈͚ṉ̺̩̥̹̫i͙͈̞͎͕̤̬ ̟̗͇͍̬̞̺m̼̗̭̦̺̤u̯͙͕̝̯̥r̭̝̣i͕̺̲̟̪͠.̸͖ͅ ̰̦̗͎͎̺K̥͎͚̠͈̖ṷ̶̻̣̼͕̂rs͈̗̹̱̙̬̕o̡s̨͓͖û̝̪t̝͍͙͎̱i̫̱̘̙ ̳̲̖a̪̦͕̬͞n̬̱͟į͉͙͕̝̩͉m̼ ͏̤̠̙̤d̙i̡̗̟͕͎̩a͘s̙̯͚͜ ̫̠̯̟̤͞z̤͉û͔̭͓̼̲͚̀tar͔͕̺͉͜u͏d͇̥̼̹n͉i̙̺̬̲̭̰̤ ̶͎̺̖a̲̭̱̟͇n̦i̵͓̲ ̨̜̮t̹̼͕̩̣̬u̧̯̱͚t̥͎̫̲̜̲̳ì͖͇͖.̺͎͕̤̮"​

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Veiere had heard this kind of chanting in the past, though he couldn't recall the exact moment he had come across it last; it was however the power and purpose behind the words that echoed within the Force around them and gave the Jedi Master the sense of nostalgia and caution both in the same moment. The Force within Veiere had been slowly building, and though [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] might not have noticed within his being possessed by this dark power that he called upon, the Darkside of the Force would never breach the walls or locked entrance to the room for he was still maintaining control of the situation. Veiere's eyes remained closed and he did not falter from his seated position nor his guided meditation, that which acted as his pillar to focus on and read the happenings of the room with a vision that far surpassed physical sight.

There were boundaries that were required to be established before falling into an exercise such as this, and the Silver Rest was a place of peace and study for the Jedi, Veiere would not allow them all to be disturbed by the sudden flow of darkness and hate that he was seeing come to life before him. Instead, he had carefully and very subtly called upon the light of the Force to surround them and form something akin to a protective bubble. Everything inside of this bubble would feel normal as expected, yet the boundary that he had erected was a protective wall that would ensure this exercise and it's consequences never leave the confines of the room. Such was the purpose and requirement of having to gather his strength and focus over time, for there was still more required of him as the Dark Side began to consume Kahlil.

Veiere's right hand gently raised and reached out towards the young man. Kahlil was not seated within arms reach, and yet the Jedi Master's was almost telekinetic in form and would immediately bring about a flash of vision of the briefest of moments for the younger Jedi, an outer-body experience that depicted Veiere having placed his palm to Kahlil's forehead and rested it there. This brief vision, the feeling that it brought, none of it was real, yet none the less it was where the Jedi Master was focused upon, for the Light from his palm would soon be unleashed upon the meditation chamber in blinding brilliance.

There came however no cleansing fire, no physical force behind Veiere's projection that Kahlil himself would receive. The result of this light would pierce his aura instead, his spiritual being of which he understood and knew to use and call upon in every time that he practiced an ability of the force. The Dark Side that he unleashed upon everything around him would disperse, caught within the light and distinguished like the steam from hot coals when one poured chilled water upon them. There was no smell of burning, no pain to be felt, but perhaps discomfort for Kahlil who would be forced to succumb to this loss of strength within the Darkside. The significance of Veiere's palm against his hand, acting as a conduit in which the light penetrated the might first before flooding throughout the younger man's being. His hatred and anger having opened himself up so much that there was little restraint left in him to overpower the strength of Veiere's single most powerful skill.

He would not stop until he had felt every ounce of Darkness eradicated from the room, or otherwise if Kahlil himself showed signs of pain and anguish in response to the practice.