Master Zapal—Ilia—had been gone for four months. Four months without word, until a chip was found with a snippet of recorded audio. The Jedi Temple brought it to him without telling him where they had found it, having already listened to the contents.
It started out with the sounds of the wilderness. Bird caws, rustling leaves, insect chitters, the wind. Then, a whispering voice. The words are choppy, distorted, scratched: Jedi Temple... taught... dark... an enemy. But still, it's her voice. That gentle tone and elegant accent. He'd recognize it anywhere.
The whisper strengthens into a voice, speaking in riddles. Rambling about darkness and night. The hairs on his arms stood on end when he heard it, a creeping dread settling over him like a pale shroud. He heard her speak his name, Leon, like she'd never said it before.
I know you'll come for me. You must come. You have to see what I've seen, know what I know. Your training won't be complete without it.
That was when he realized she had gone mad. He immediately went into denial afterwards, telling himself that he could've been mistaken. But the need to know was what drove him to find answers.
The Council wouldn't tell him where the chip had come from or where Zapal was, so he took matters into his own hands. He opened himself up to the Force, tracking her down... and broke into an office or two to access confidential records. All signs pointed to Spintir, the site of an abandoned Jedi Temple. Or so it seemed...
Padawan Leon Draco landed his starfighter not far from the temple ruins. Strangely, they didn't look so ruinous from afar. He got out, leaping down to the ground and cushioning the impact with the Force, before heading toward the structure.
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