It felt like someone was trying to keep her from opening her eyes, she was stuck in her own brain, now silent, but of course, creepy. What was the meaning of this? Was the Force trying to tell her something? It never happened to her before, of course, she never mediated regularly but, this was different. Something from afar, it disturbed her the most. A creature, like a spider, she could hear it, the voice of the mushy ground as it moved, a strong, evil aura coming towards her, enough for her shaking a little from fear... And a familiar Force signature, fainting slowly, alive but suffering. Then, she heard a voice, a light coming from the depths of her mind, wise and gentle, she recognized it. It was Master E'ron, talking to her, giving some bad news. After hearing her, the other vision has vanished, she didn't understand what happened, but it was probably important. "I will try it... Master... I saw something... I don't know if it's just me but... Someone is in danger, facing a great evil, and the Force signature is very weak. I almost recognized it, but then it disappeared."
Master E'ron wanted her to open herself to the voices, so she did, not willingly but with a courage, that she knew her master was nearby and she would not let her get in danger. The demonic voices returned, this time not laughing, but whispering something, maybe trying to tell something. This time, without any fear, she carefully listened what the voices were whispering about. They were usually from another language, that she never heard before, ancient, she thought. The first thing she heard that made sense, was not that pleasant. It was now an empty room, just the voice and her, no one else... The time for showdown had begun, the demons haunting her, were finally out to confront her.
"You are weak... You were always weak..." Temperature continued to drop and drop as the voice continued to speak, telling the truth, no matter how difficult it sounded, it was the truth. "You never listened what your brain told you so, you always moved with your emotions, you never listened... Always listened what the others said, never trusted yourself, never loved yourself, wanted to gain the love you never felt towards yourself from others... When you learned that the love wasn't real, you remembered yourself, remembered your true nature...You felt alone once again, that triggered something in your mind. That was why you failed, you turned to dark side... " "S... stop it..." She was fighting an invisible enemy, she couldn't hurt it, she couldn't do anything to it, but the voice from the distance, it hurt... It hurt so much to hear the truth, the truth she tried to conceal, even from herself. "The truth was... you were never a Silver Jedi... you felt it... you were always different. You were the opposite of the Code that they taught you. You wanted power, you wanted to be strong, you are nothing like the mask that you are showing to the people."
"No... you are wrong... I am a Silver Jedi... I just wanted power... Because I wanted to use it to help people." Denial... She wasn't going to let some strange voice get into her head like this, she was better than that. Instead, she continued to deny everything that the voice said. She wasn't evil, she always wanted to help people, it was her nature. "You were the one that always made me think that I was weak, you filled me with your lies, you told me that I am weak, you've made me want to embrace the darkness. You... did this to me." The voice started to laugh, but the tone was familiar, very familiar like her own. "You are right in one thing, I did this to you. Because I know you, because I know what you are, who you are pretending to be. Open your eyes." As she opened her eyes, she saw herself in front of her. This version of her was scary, her eyes were red, the skin was looking very dead pink, but her voice, her voice was Nima's. She stood in front of her, with a red lightsaber at her hand. "I am what you always wanted to be, strong, merciless and a cold blooded killer. I am Nima Tann." Nima started to laugh, seeing her corpse in front of her, looking as fragile and as weak as ever. "You are not me... you can't be me... I will not turn into that thing!" "Yes... that anger... that anger will turn you, you will be like me." She felt that her anger was increasing once again, was she, or it, provoking her?
Her hand went to her lightsaber, she was now able to move as she wanted. Was she in reality, or was she still inside her head, she didn't understand, but she felt free, not restricted anymore, she felt stronger, seeing her other part, she could now see what darkness could do to a person, and now she was smiling, she could feel that the temperature started to rise again, she wasn't freezing anymore. "I will not turn into such a thing like you, not anymore. Thank you for showing me what darkness does to people. I understand now." Then she took and activated her lightsaber. "I am Nima Tann, Padawan of the Silver Jedi. There is no room for you anymore. Begone." The corpse slowly started to move towards her, not with that cold expression anymore but smiling, like her. "Good. Then destroy me, destroy your own darkness, and don't make the mistakes that you have done anymore. You are strong, you don't need anymore power to help people, you just need to look into yourself, and you will find the power you need." "T... thank you." She attacked, activating her lightsaber. With a clean swing, she finished the job. She was feeling clear, and her mind was at peace. She managed to win, at last. "I think I did it, Master E'ron. I feel... I feel nothing... " Neither happy, nor sad... Her mind was now empty, like she was reborn from her own ashes.
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