Private Facing the Mirror | Trial of Spirit

[Valery Noble]

Voss

Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Lightsabers

The shuttle settled onto a patch of stone, its hull humming softly as the engines powered down. Outside, the forests of Voss stretched in every direction, ancient and unmoved by the passage of time. In the distance, monolithic stones marked with Voss runes stood like sentinels, guarding the path into the Nightmare lands. An ancient place of mystery that Valery had visited many times. First, as a Padawan to complete her trials, then as a Knight and Master, guiding her own students into understanding themselves.

Valery stood at the edge of the ramp, her arms loosely crossed as she took in the view. The air here felt different. It was calm, but she still felt a tension in the air. Voss had always been a place of spiritual weight, and today, that feeling pressed just a little heavier on her chest. Her gaze shifted back toward Everest. "This is where it begins," she said, her voice calm. "The Trial of Spirit is meant to strip away every defense you have. Not against enemies, but against yourself."

She turned fully to face her, "It doesn't test your strength in battle. It tests the person underneath. The one you don't always show the rest of the world." Valery stepped down onto the forest floor and gestured ahead. A narrow path wound between the trees and deeper into the mystical lands of Voss.

"I'll walk with you, but the trial itself… you'll face that alone."

The wind moved softly through the trees as she began down the path.

"Ready?"

Everest Vale ​

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Robes
Tag: Valery Noble

The ramp hissed open, and the first breath of Voss struck her with a weight that was not quite physical. The forest stretched in every direction, old and knowing, its silence broken only by the wind threading through branches and the distant hum of unseen life. She stepped down onto the stone, boots meeting ground that felt… different, as if every root and stone carried ancient memory.

For a moment, she simply stood there.

Two years. From Eshan to Coruscant and Tython, from Woostri to Ilum and Zeffo. Every scar — seen and unseen — had been carved into the person she was now. Fear, grief, helplessness… she had been forced to face them all. And she had endured. It had shaped her, from a helpless farm girl to a fierce, compassionate warrior.

The Force here was heavy. Not suffocating, but deep, like standing at the edge of a vast ocean. Eve let it press against her, testing her balance, and found herself unshaken, for now.

She turned when Valery spoke, listening to every word. The lesson was simple, but it was one she had been walking toward her whole life.

Her single silver eye met her Master’s gaze. There was no trembling now. No doubt. Her weapons and equipment was all held by Valery. There would be no supplementary attuning, no additional help from Force imbuement jewelery, nothing to keep her balanced other than her own heart.

"I’m ready," she said, voice even, steady as stone.

And for the first time, she truly was.