The First Teacher [Moridin]

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer sighed with some relief as she discovered she wasn’t going to be thrown into the chaos. Her face wrinkled, the dead Sith inside called out to her trying to reach and draw her into the gate. Stepping back, she looked towards Moridin, she didn’t understand his question. There was something she was going to have to give up to be able to learn his talents. She thought about what she would lose, she had lost a lot coming here and during her journey to find balance. There wasn’t much left of her to give up for what she wanted. She had to find it though, balance held her destiny and her sanity.
Looking back towards the gates she knew what she had to do.

“Everything.”

She watched as his appendage became a ghost, she wondered if this was what the corruption of the dark side did to you. Remembering Ashin spoke of it, she wondered if eventually she would also lose the woman in this fashion as well. Knowing wholeheartedly, she was determined to find this balance so that she could save or avoid that loss.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

The Dreadlord raised his ghostly arm towards the gates, there was a smirk on his face now. His hand touched the first of the six gates, and slowly he placed his palm flat upon the strange inscribed stone. A light seemed to shine from where he touched the door, and then it began to spread. Lines formed out from the gate, thousands of bright broken lines formed upon the gate. They shifted and moved in a shinning complex maze. Within seconds the lights covered the entire door, and then a split began to appear in the middle of the gate.

Slowly the door slid open, it cracked and as soon as it did a blackness spread out from the gate. The darkness wrapped itself around them, spreading in a massive arch around the two force users. The black goo began to scream as the door opened more and more. By the time the second door appeared Spencer and Moridin stood in complete blackness.

Eventually all six doors stood wide open, a massive raging torrent of the Darkside standing just beyond the last gate. Moridin moved his hand towards, his form seemed to shift and change with the wind As if he himself was almost being dragged back into the Sith Hell. The Dreadlord looked down at Spencer, seeing her within the darkness that was around them.

“This is Chaos, the rage of a million Sith.” Moridin spoke above the raging torrent. Beyond the six gates one could see thousands upon thousands of ghosts, wraiths, and hundreds of other things moving. They all wandered towards the gates, screeching and howling in pain and insanity. The Dreadlord did not address them, nor did he care to even comment on them.

They were however, exactly what Spencer would be absorbing. She would consume one of these Sith, and she would do it in the worst way possible.

 

[Allyson Locke]

The first gate opened and she didn’t feel anything, the second open and she was surrounded by darkness, then the third continuing on until all six were open. Spencer became engulfed with the darkness around her, every fiber of her body burned as she could feel them crying out for her. She would be a feast to any of the souls within Chaos. Force born child, completely made up the force, conceived by the will of it.

The pain and the rage that came from the souls locked in Chaos. Spencer held her breath feeling them crawl inside of her mind pulling at her. They wanted something, they wanted her and she fought to keep them out. She screamed and held the sides of her head as she shook. She could feel them crawling along her skin and under it, there was nothing that kept them out. Spencer shut her mouth and she gritted her teeth. This was a horrid feeling as she became smothered in their rage. Looking towards Moridin she cursed under her breath.

“What—why are we – here?!”

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin looked down at the girl, clearly she was in quite a bit of pain, good. A smile formed on his face as he stuck out the ghostly appendage of his towards the six gates of Chaos. Something seemed to warp and twist and change within the center of the gates. Moridin's hand extended itself, moving and shaping until it seemed to disappear entirely within the torrents of Sith hell.

“We are here so you may learn.” The Dreadlord simply said as he flicked his ghostly wrist. Suddenly a massively loud screech tore through the Chaos and shifting winds. A low growl of death. Then before them at the edge of the sixth and final gate a form appeared. The outline of a ghostly man, wrapped in darkness and fear.

Moridin's palm was placed upon the wraith's chest, halting its path. The ghost pushed forward against him, though it did not budge. Again Moridins voice broke the raging torrent apart as he spoke to Spencer. “This is where we begin, where you learn to cull the darkness of others and take it within yourself.”

“This...thing was once a man, a living being of great power.” Moridin looked at the wraith that stood behind the final gate, and slowly he allowed it to move towards them. The Wraith trudged with heavy footsteps, walking towards Spencer. “Consume it. Give in to your hate, your anger, forge your will. Grab the energies of this creature and tear them apart, bind them to yourself. Think of it not as a conscious creature binding to you as a slave, but an object to be controlled and used as you see fit.”

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer watched as the wraith moved forward, it was slow but the rage that came with it was strong. She choked on the darkness; it crushed any light that emitted from her. This was the first test, he was the first teacher and if the rest of her trials were like this – everyone better watch out for when she finishes. Consume it; he wanted her to take this being into her body to create the darkness that she was void of. Force drain was her first thought, but the being was the force along with a body. No, she needed to consume everything about it.

Struggling to stand she focused herself. She remembered how she invaded the minds of the Gand and the inhabitants of Mon Calamari. Her connection had to do the same, but more malicious. She fed off the hate and the anger that the souls released. Using it, she felt her aura spread out forcing it towards the Wraith. She saw his aura, the deep crimson tendrils of its aura spit out and her own quickly latched on. Instead of invading the aura she moved her hands, using her own to rip it to shreds and mixing it with her own.

Pain surged through her body as she felt the pieces of the wraith being sucked into her force aura. She pushed through it and continued to pick apart the wraith, bigger pieces started to become absorbed as the aura became hungry. She remembered the hunger; it was the same one she felt with the force drain. Though instead of controlling it she let it run wild. It didn’t take much longer once her aura took over, the wraith was soon gone and Spencer collapsed to her knees. She had the urge to throw up her stomach and the rest of her body burned from what she had just done. The feeling reminded her of what it felt to be infected by Val’Ryss curse.

A cold sweat set in as she looked up at the Sith Master.

“I did…what you wanted it”

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin looked down at her, then flicked his wrist. Suddenly the six gates of Chaos slammed shut. One after another the massive stone door's closed. They sealed themselves and the massive tormenting screams disappeared almost immediately. As soon as the doors shut the darkness around them disappeared and everything went back to normal. It happened almost instantly and perhaps even too quick to perceive.

As soon as The Dreadlord forced the gates to shut they began to fade. The intricate stonework became smooth and nonexistent. Slowly the door's themselves faded into nothingness, turning into mist that quickly faded as well. In only a few seconds things went entirely back to normal and Spencer and Moridin found themselves standing upon the shores of the lake once again.

“Yes, and impressively quickly as well.” Moridin said quietly as he looked down at his right hand. The ghost appendage was still there, but soon flakes of skin began to crawl from his arm to cover the ghostly arm until finally his appendage became whole again.

The Dreadlord looked down at Spencer, she had done well. Not as well as Sable, but that was to be expected since Sable had been born of the force. “It will be harder next time. The already dead are simple, their energies are ripe for the taking. With the living one must...dig.”

He didn't mention that one also had to suppress an opponents force of will while digging, that was the most difficult part, keeping yourself in control.