Encrypted Journal Entry – Acier Moonbound
Log Entry - Training Log #3
Location: Aether's Safehouse, [REDACTED]
Wow, this is my third entry? I'm really bad at this.
So much has happened since my last entry. Things I'm not getting into because this isn't a diary.
Aether, my brother, let me stay at one of his safehouses the past three months. I've been using the time to train. Properly this time.
It's been about three months now. Pisti drops in when she can. Jedi business pulls her all over the place, so most of the time it's just me, the silence, and the walls. Her lessons stick, though. She leaves me with exercises, drills, meditations that scrape at the edges of who I used to be. I run them every day until my arms give out or my mind does. Sometimes both.
It's not glamorous. There's no one to impress out here, no sparring partners (except for Pisti occasionally). Just repetition. Tension. Discipline. I've had to learn how to push without someone always watching. So what I've been doing all my life really.
My clothes don't fit me anymore. I think I got taller... I know I've put on some muscle, that's for sure. I still don't feel heavy, but everything moves differently now. The way I stand. The way I strike. The way I breathe.
My lightsaber's starting to feel like its part of me now. Not just a relic left behind by my folks.
I'm not Jedi level, not even close. But I don't freeze when I reach for the Force anymore. I don't flinch when I miss. I just go again.
Pisti said she'd be back soon for another round of in-person training. Probably with more questions I don't want to answer. She's good at that.
Until then, I keep going.
Still not sure why I'm even writing these.
But maybe I'll write a fourth one.
Maybe.
- Ace
:: Log saved to encrypted drive ::
