The Lion King
The Silent Temple
Teth, Wild Space
Ten years he had spent on this planet, becoming what he had always intended; a protector. Ten years of honing his skills in the arts of the lightsaber, his understanding of the Force and the knowledge it brings, and from studying under Teynara he was now proficient in the arts of healing - both through the use of medicine as well as the Force. His body had been shaped into that of a man of great strength through the rigorous training sessions Jaxton had him undergo, coupled with the wisdom granted to him by Teynara over the years, and his heart was strengthened by the love of Kida and his family of Conclave members. Needless to say, Thurion had learned much this last decade, even though most of it was spent without Asha.
Asha Seren - she had served as master and mother both to the boy throughout his youth, and after all these years spent without her at his side, holding his hand so lovingly as she so often would, his heart was still shattered by the fact. The love he felt for her was beyond the boundaries of life and death, and while having Kida by his side throughout this troublesome ordeal have helped him immensely, the fact remained; Asha was dead. Dead and buried, with only a piece of her robes to serve as a memento. It was his most cherised possession, and one he'd always keep on his person wherever he went. This day was for her, and the memories he had of her.
The wind blew at a steady pace, yet it was soothing and caring, and the sun shone upon his face as he was sat on his knees at the foot of her grave, her solemn headstone staring back at him. His breaths were calm, as was his spirit, aided further by the caressing winds blowing through his golden hair and newly grown beard. Closing his eyes, he could still see her, smiling back at him and holding out her hand for him to grab onto, yet whenever he would try to do so she would disappear and cause him such great distress every time. Maybe... this time would be different? Perhaps this one time it would work, and she would take his hand to let him know everything would be fine. His eyes closed, Thurion slowly extended his right hand towards the headstone, yet in his mind Asha was there, offering him to hold her hand once more.
Alas, this would not be the time, and he was abruptly awoken from his daze as soon as her apparition faded away, just as he always had been before. At this time @[member="Jaxton Ravos"] had entered the scene, his Force signature shining like a beacon. Turning his head to look up at the blue-haired warrior, Thurion was almost about to grab hold of the man's leg, like a toddler would his father when seeking care and attention. "Forgive me, Master. I was just... remembering her." Returning his gaze to the headstone which had the name 'Asha Seren' engraved upon it, his fingers swept through the waving grass surrounding him, savouring the relaxing feeling it would bring him to do so. "Ten years and the loss of her has yet to go away, Jax." Again looking up at his mentor, Thurion's eyes were filled with doubt of himself. "What if she thinks I am not ready?"
Teth, Wild Space
Ten years he had spent on this planet, becoming what he had always intended; a protector. Ten years of honing his skills in the arts of the lightsaber, his understanding of the Force and the knowledge it brings, and from studying under Teynara he was now proficient in the arts of healing - both through the use of medicine as well as the Force. His body had been shaped into that of a man of great strength through the rigorous training sessions Jaxton had him undergo, coupled with the wisdom granted to him by Teynara over the years, and his heart was strengthened by the love of Kida and his family of Conclave members. Needless to say, Thurion had learned much this last decade, even though most of it was spent without Asha.
Asha Seren - she had served as master and mother both to the boy throughout his youth, and after all these years spent without her at his side, holding his hand so lovingly as she so often would, his heart was still shattered by the fact. The love he felt for her was beyond the boundaries of life and death, and while having Kida by his side throughout this troublesome ordeal have helped him immensely, the fact remained; Asha was dead. Dead and buried, with only a piece of her robes to serve as a memento. It was his most cherised possession, and one he'd always keep on his person wherever he went. This day was for her, and the memories he had of her.
The wind blew at a steady pace, yet it was soothing and caring, and the sun shone upon his face as he was sat on his knees at the foot of her grave, her solemn headstone staring back at him. His breaths were calm, as was his spirit, aided further by the caressing winds blowing through his golden hair and newly grown beard. Closing his eyes, he could still see her, smiling back at him and holding out her hand for him to grab onto, yet whenever he would try to do so she would disappear and cause him such great distress every time. Maybe... this time would be different? Perhaps this one time it would work, and she would take his hand to let him know everything would be fine. His eyes closed, Thurion slowly extended his right hand towards the headstone, yet in his mind Asha was there, offering him to hold her hand once more.
Alas, this would not be the time, and he was abruptly awoken from his daze as soon as her apparition faded away, just as he always had been before. At this time @[member="Jaxton Ravos"] had entered the scene, his Force signature shining like a beacon. Turning his head to look up at the blue-haired warrior, Thurion was almost about to grab hold of the man's leg, like a toddler would his father when seeking care and attention. "Forgive me, Master. I was just... remembering her." Returning his gaze to the headstone which had the name 'Asha Seren' engraved upon it, his fingers swept through the waving grass surrounding him, savouring the relaxing feeling it would bring him to do so. "Ten years and the loss of her has yet to go away, Jax." Again looking up at his mentor, Thurion's eyes were filled with doubt of himself. "What if she thinks I am not ready?"