Meta did not reply, but closed his eyes. Following his masters instruction, he dulled his physical senses and reached out with the force, well at least he thought he was reaching out. Although only pain and anger of the past could he find, struggling to remain calm. He began to breath heavily as the images of his augmentations flashed through his mind. He had to fight it, he used his Masters words, he tried to reach out to tranquility and the beauty of the lake and fountain. His muscles tensed, he was loosing control over his emotions. But the force he was in control of. He could see, but not in your everyday spectators view. The area around him was shadowed in darkness. For some reason he could not understand himself, the force was there but seemed lost to him. The only other time he had felt it was during his augmentations, when he felt the others crying out, just as they heard him. The feeling was immense, the pain and suffering was too much and suddenly it had became silent. As if he had hidden himself from the force. That's all he could think of, the pain and silence of that fatal day;
This twisted his view of the force, it seemed as if it was screaming out to him. He couldn't take it anymore, he shut it out. Using his masters words again, he began to calm himself and detach the present from the past. A sigh of relief came from Meta as his muscles relaxed and he became calm. Feeling the fountain, the every drip of the water. It was sensational.
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