Once upon a Ti- Oh you know how it goes! (Time knows no bounds Part I)

[Vora Kaar]

Time Knows No Bounds​

The past of silence​

I moved across the many houses that were here. Not making a sound as my foot steps were covered in worn leather boots. The ground beneath me was wet with the morning dew as my foot broke the grass beneath it. The green blades made almost no sound, and provided my feet a pillow of a natural phenomenon. I took a hold of the dagger with ease, Made out of a durasteel and Muline to create a hefty blade that rarely required sharpening. A man, dressed almost the same as myself, stood before me. Silent except for his rapid breathing. He was scared. Scared that I might find him. I was in an arms length away from him. reaching out with my black gloved hand I almost touched him, and with a sudden jump, My left hand wrapped around his head and mouth, to silence him if possible, and my dagger came around to hover at his adam's apple.

The man happened to be my friend, Jrok, We were both training to be silent and to take our skills to the next level. My friend smiled and dropped his dagger. "How in the Hell do you always catch me off guard?" I let him go. I patted him down of the dew that had collected on his shirt as I answered. "That's because you look for movement on where it was, not where it could be." I tapped him on the forehead with the palm of my hand almost like a facepalm. he then punched me in the shoulder, "You better be glad that you can sneak up on just about everyone here, cus you would have killed all of us before we would have gotten a chance." I smiled and nodded my head, answering him as though it were a fact, "I know."

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Eating at break, My friend was sitting next to me, Chowing down as this was our last day here. We would be taking one last Exam over our skills to see who was worth of being here longer. Being a follower of an unnamed Force user was hard for some of us. For me however, It was fairly easy. I could use my silence, tracking, and even hiding skills the best out of my class. Though the class was only about two dozen people, this class was the best there was currently, and that said something. I took a grip of my fork and chowed down just like my friend. About 5 minutes later we were having an eating contest on who could eat the most. As it turned out, He could. He had a stack of plates, bowls and cups standing from the ground and rose to about a meter off the ground. While mine was barely half of that. I threw my fork on my plate, "Fine! Fine! You win Jrok!" He smiled as the sandwich in his hands was shoved into his blackhole of a mouth. Smiling while he chewed to rub it in.

While he won in eating and physical combat, I had the other side of the spectrum. I was built tall, lean and muscular, while he was rather short, stocky and very large shoulders. He was more fit to be in battle armor swinging a sword, while I was going around with a dagger. I knew he would win, but it was always fun to pick on him, and this was another chance for me to. "Hey, at least I don't eat so much that I am forced to breath heavily." He started to get up and grab after me, but I moved out of his way and caused him to slip as I began to run. He would catch up to me sometime, but not now.

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We were standing shoulder to shoulder. Wearing our uniforms and dressed in a very nice attire, because today was the day that we would be called. A day when everybody celebrated, whether they made it in or not. Because today was the day, when the Disciples of Twilight called upon a select few to join them, and learn of the true meaning of stealth and strength. many stood behind us, Simple citizens of Dyspeth. While the ones who stood in front of us, were our teachers, Our leaders, and most of all, The Disciples of Twilight.

I elbowed my friend in the side, and spoke to him in a whisper, "Hey, if we both make it-" I was cut off from his talking and rather loud whisper of a voice, "Both of us will, We are top of the class, and we haven't gotten in trouble for a year now." I nodded my head, and prepared for my name to be called. because My name, Given to me by my mother, was something that I always held with me even after she passed away from her illness. And even now, I could hear my name being called from somewhere,

Angel Graves.

[member="Tali"]

 

[Cira]

We are few and far between.

We lost so many. To the Plague. To the hunters. To the strong that would take advantage of the weak.

We are few -- but we are strong. We never falter. This is our purpose, our goal. The silent protectors of what is left of Dyspeth.

We few remain.

Most would consider us myths. Spacer tales of the Outer Rim. But we live in the shadows, those silent protectors over a scant population of humanoid sentient descendants of those who survived.

Few remember the old ways, but the preservation of our traditions and our purpose lives on in the progeny that stands before us, that charge that Twilight gave long ago.

From nothing seemingly shadowy form appear in a small circle around the chosen. Silent dark gray cowls shrouding the faces of the five, not a single strip of flesh visible from the cloak of shadows that they have manipulated to reveal only as much as they so desired, the Force being used to photokinetically manipulate the light around them.

A voice pours into the air, a whisper, a summon.

“Angel Graves.”

He has been chosen.

 

[Vora Kaar]

My name was called out of the crowd. Last year when I had watched, they called those that were best fitted for the position first. And as it so happened. Mine was up. I looked around as everyone was silent. looking at me as though I were an outcast. I swallowed the lump that was in my throat as I could feel myself sweating. Walking up to the stage. Where the others who were her would set me apart from those of the People, and induct me into the Disciples of Twilight.

I had not spent any time out of the planet that I stood upon. My entire life was spent here. As most other people as well. But with this, I had a feeling that my calling had come. That I would be traveling the Stars of the Galaxy to fight for a cause. I had mixed emotions. Happiness for my induction to the Disciples of Twilight, Sad that I would be leaving my known world of Camp and friends, Nervousness of what to possibly expect. And excitement on new people that I will get to meet and to take a part of something greater than myself.

I felt as though my entire body was shaking as I walked to the stage. Walking up the set of stairs. One at a time, I counted each step. One....Two.....Three....Four.....Five. Five total steps to my new life. And here is where I knew that with one step I would be changing the course of a possible history. My mind flashing back to school when we talked about the Butterfly theory. That there are alternate universes where my decisions led to something else. What if I was to not take that last step forwards? or what if I were to suddenly run away screaming like a girl? But I came back to the real world of my perception to take the Five steps up and onto the stage.

I looked to the Members of the Disciples of Twilight. Some looked at me with admiration to have the ability to continue their legacy, while others looked at me like I was fresh meat to tenderize. I moved to stand at the front. Standing straight up as I looked ahead, only wishing that everybody's eyes were not on me.

[member="Cira"]

 

[Cira]

The Disciple bore her gaze upon [member="Zero"], but there was no judgement there. Her face would be held in the shadows, for it was not her identity that mattered but the will of Twilight.

“You have been called to take upon the mantle given to us by Twilight,” she spoke, her voice sure and clear. It held purpose. Conviction.

“It is a duty that is not to be taken lightly. We protect those who would be taken advantage of by people with power. “

“Do you accept this task?” she asked of him.

 

[Vora Kaar]

The words that were spoken to me almost seemed muffled, not by the woman's voice, but my mind still trying to get past the part where I was called as a Disciple. I looked at her as she asked if I was up for the task ahead of me. Protecting those who would oppress others for the sheer joy, or for other reasons of their own. I nodded my head trying to speak, but I could not find my voice. "Yes, I accept these terms that have been placed before me."

I stayed standing straight in front of this woman. Even of my age, I was rather tall, being just a little over her own height it seemed, but it was close. her face was barren of any expression, and I could see that clearly she may have been a higher up in the ranks or more respected than others. Even her stature stated that. and I had to give mine as well. Even when I did not even know her name. I knew nothing of this woman, or any of the other people who were here standing. But she knew more than me. She knew my name. My track record to be selected. and most of all, my life.

For this time being, she was a ghost to me, and thats what I wanted to be as well.

I would reach that point.

[member="Cira"]

 

[Cira]

“Know the seriousness of your pledge. Of what it truly signifies. Do not be lulled by other temptations for the cause.” the warning was spoken with a seriousness that would not be ignored.

This was no mere simple pledge. It was honor bound, his to hold until his last breath.

“Do you still accept?”