The imbalance Dark or Light?

[Kyla Foy]

It had been a week after the Netherworld events had taken place. The people were finally getting a hang of the situation and everything was being solved pretty slowly. The worst was over but it only started for Ophelia. Ophelia had a difficult time adjusting, she had been disconnected from the force, which kept her always protected. The Light-side of the force always kept the darkness from entering. She never had a clear consciousness on the situation of Dark and Light, now she had seen everything in the highest degree within Netherworld; death, murder, blood, suffering.

The moment the force had returned to her it was as if it couldn't shield off the darkness from her mind any longer, she was getting quick changes in the source of Force Energy she got within her body. It was a blend of light and dark, but the ratio was constant changing and there was no balance. She was still on the head capital of the Vitae Alliance, but didn't seem to have instantly seeks help from her master. She was only thinking about the things, she seen and if she forgot it there might have been a chance.

She was within the forest near a waterfall, holding a training saber focusing her other hand on force levitating rocks around the place. It only had a great imbalance, the constant flow of the force increased and the shifting between light and darkness kept on going.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Ophelia"]

Solan watched the girl, his feet gliding as he moved over the ground with soft and careful steps. He didn't want to disturb the girl from her training but the way that her aura was fluctuating there was nothing good that would come from this. His hands drew behind him. "Excuse me Miss, but are you ok?" He spoke softly as his feet stepped into the water and he moved through it without worry being wet, he would dry himself off with the force if he needed and it wasn't even that bad for the man. After all he was already in simple tan trousers and a shirt so it was not like he was dressed up for a formal event. "Something wrong?"

 

[Kyla Foy]

She knew the man was near her by her ability called force sensing, but the exact location, she was unsure off. "I am n...Let me stay alone leave!" She exclaimed after saying the first two words normally after seeing the man finally taking her attention.

"I keep on hearing these weird voices and they won't stop. They will not stop. They keep on returning and saying bad things!" She told the man that had appeared. It was one of those people that were a follower of her master, Vulpesen.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Ophelia"]

His body came down onto its knees and he stared at the face of the girl for a few long moments. Reaching out and touching her mind wih his own but not intruding. He stared, watching her face and his eyes started to darke in their amber color as force sight took over and he gazed into her aura.

"You are cracked..." He knew the feeling and watched her for a few moments more and then nodded. The water still lapping over his body as he now knelt in it to keep eye level with her. "When did the voices start, I can help you deal with them if you answer me such."

 

[Kyla Foy]

Her aura was dazzling from light to dark back to the light. It was a constant switch and she had no control over such a thing.

"It all started at the ....Gggrr.... Netherworld." She placed her palm of her hand on top of her ears and she didn't like these voices talking about only dark things and trying to confuse her that those dark things are the right thing to do.

"They tell me to do bad things.." She stated to the man who was looking within her aura.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Ophelia"]

He looked at her closely and curiously. She had been effected by the netherworld just as everyone else and seemed like it hit her just as badly as it had him at the time. He remembered fondly what it felt like being in that cursed place and just how crazy it had pushed him in connection with Makeb. He could still tap into those emotions and he knew a part of him had been left behind there and that was something he was sure as hell going to make sure never happened again. Looking at Ophelia though he watched her put the palm of her hands to her ears and bent down. "I need you to think about what ever you can that is nice, and happy, and beautiful and calm. All of your thoughts should focus on that, and i can focus on those voices."

 

[Kyla Foy]

Screams were coming from Ophelia her lungs when she was was trying to listen to [member="Solan Charr"]. The voices within her head didn't allow it, "Let it come out!" The voices were refering to something that she had used far in the past. It helped her at all hard times, "You almost killed that Sith Lord! Come on child, kill him!" The voices were screaming and the sound was as if nails were pulled through a chalkboard, She was trying to focus on him as she slowly pulled through, but after that, "AAAH!" It was heard by her and her eyes widened. She made herself as small as possible and the voices were laughing after that. They were quite much enjoying it all.

"I am bored! Let's do something fun?" The voice had told as Ophelia said, "What?" Before hearing the voices gain and Solan Charr's line going through it, "You almost killed that SIth Lord, Circe was her name was it? You were able to kill her if you just finished the job! Let's finish him~" Did the voice want to turn her to the dark side? No, they were not. They had a task. Make Ophelia suicide and make her go to the Netherworld so they would be able to torment her even further.

Ophelia slowly started to think about her calm happy and light things, her Nexu, the faction and far more than that. The voices didn't stop though. They wanted to make her as scared as possible, "I am trying" She had told

The voices didn't stop within her head and if Solan Charr could focus on the voice to hear it, they were saying; in all different tones.
"Do you like blood?"

"Imma slit your throat and crush that spirit of yours."

"Show your hate..."

"Come on, you want to defeat the sith, right?"

"Aing-tii Monk, where are you? Ooh, wait! You are already here! Come on and kill the man!"

"Spirit, let's kill this man!"

"Are you thinking about yourNexu, we will cut his organs open next~"

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Ophelia"]

"Quiet..." His voice sounded through Ophelia's mind as if she would look at him there would be no soft nature left. His eyes glared into her but not at her. His face held no smile and only a deep frown as his voice itself was low and very much so unwelcoming. "You will all remain quiet now..." He said without pause and then refocused on Ophelia. "Im sorry, this must be torture to hear in your head..." He went back to the voices almost immediately, not so much as pausing for a second to tear them away from Ophelia's mind best he could without so much as moving a muscle. "Now, since when did you all get out from that hell you were condemned too?"