Sevrin
Character
Sevrin found himself in a dark, endless abyss, the air thick with dread. He crouched in a damp corner of the slave pits, the chill of the stone pressing against his back. Shadows began to shift and writhe in the dim light, flickering like dying embers from the countless torches that barely illuminated the space. The air became heavy with the scent of sweat and fear with the smell of blood that clung to him. the kind of smell of rot and decay that churned his stomach.
The ground beneath him was soft but coarse sand that crumbled away in to a growing pool of murky water, vanishing like his resolve as he scrambled away from the edges. He instinctively reached out, grasping at the walls and floor as he fell in, but any semblance pr purchase on the sand floor slipped through his fingers as he sank into the dark, swirling waters below. The water's surface undulated, as it tinged with a deep, menacing green that promised nothing but despair.
As he strained to see into the depths and claw his way out, a twisting shadow shifted beneath the surface, coiling like massive ropes. Panic ignited within him, burning away any rational thought. The darkness felt alive, pulsating with a malevolent hunger. He could almost hear whispers woven into the lapping water, taunting him, urging him closer to the edge of darkness.
Then, it happened. The dark shape surged upward as if compelled by an unseen force. Water exploded around it, glistening scales catching the faint light, revealing a massive serpent with eyes of molten gold, filled with a predatory malice.
With a roar that trembled through the pit, the creature lunged. Sevrin's flight instincts kicked in, but there was nowhere to run. The serpent wrapped around him like a vice, crushing him as its fangs sank into his shoulder. A scream of agony tore from his throat.
Pain.
Searing, blinding, pain.
A burning so fierce, it froze him. It spread throughout his body, seeping through every nerve until it consumed him.
All at once he awoke in a start, sweat dripping from his brow. His hands instinctively shot up, searching his shoulder for signs of injury, but there were none. He drew in a ragged breath, then another. His heartbeat was still racing, pounding against his ribs.
A dream. It had been a dream. But even as the realization dawned on him, the pain remained, throbbing in the background like an open wound. He had seen this before. It was a vision of the past, one he had experienced countless times. The same nightmare, always ending the same.
Except this time. This time was different. This time something happened.
Still feeling the effects of the serpent from his dream he rose rose his bed casting aside the blanket. It was cold here. Not a feeling he was used to. He wiped the sweat from his face and looked at the Jedi robes provided for him. They were soft and dark, not like anything he was used to wearing or owning. He cleaned himself up and put them on, feeling out of place in their unfamiliar comfort.
Leaving his room, Sevrin walked down the quiet halls of the Jedi Temple. The place was calm and beautifully decorated... a strange grandeur very foreign to him that stood in contrast to the harsh environments he had known. He found his way to a training hall. It was empty, the middle of the night leaving it silent and still
Stepping inside the dimly lit training room, Sevrin paused, taking in the rows of practice sabers and scattered training equipment that lined the walls. He was alone,
With a deep breath to anchor himself, he unzipped the black bag slung over his shoulder and dumped its contents onto the cold, hard floor. The sound echoed in the silence, metal clattered as a collection of sabers tumbled out, almost seven in total. From a battered, scrap-worn piece he'd gotten from

He knelt down amidst the scattered equipment. He didn't entirely understand their inner workings. But this was his chance to dive deeper, to push boundaries and grasp the power behind these instruments of war.
With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a broken, scrap-worn saber into the air, letting it hover before him. The dim light glinted off its marred surface, revealing the wear and tear of countless battles. Sevrin studied it, feeling an echo of the lives it had extinguished. What made it tick? What secrets lay hidden within its hilt, waiting to be unearthed?
As he focused, the saber began to rotate slowly, drawing him further into contemplation.