Aster Rose Baelor
A servant to her people.
"I understand," Aster replied. "Fortunately, it may be a while until I need a master who specialises in healing," she smiled. "I have a few more Force abilities I wish to learn as well but those two are the only ones I can remember off the top of my head."
"It is unfortunate that the Gathering is not one that has been continued but I guess it cannot be helped since the Silver Jedi space are quite a distance away from Ilum and it certainly did not help that the planet was on the border of One Sith space before their fall," the young Baelor said with a sympathetic tone. "When the time comes, I certainly would enjoy the company very much," she smiled again. Ever since the death of her parents, her life had been a lonely one. Even now, she was filled with loneliness - though that was something she would never admit to her uncle in fear of worrying him. He had done so much - almost too much for her already.
"Even then, I'm not sure if I can take a life. My father was a soldier. He died a hero on the front like - or at least that is what I was told. My mother became a shell of her former self when she learned the news and eventually, she abandoned me join father," Aster teared up as she spoke. "I don't think I could inflict something so horrible on a family. Death is a tragedy for those left behind."
"Your view sounds like quite a good one," the teenager said as she wiped a tear before it could fall on her face and forced a smile. She had to be strong.
"It is unfortunate that the Gathering is not one that has been continued but I guess it cannot be helped since the Silver Jedi space are quite a distance away from Ilum and it certainly did not help that the planet was on the border of One Sith space before their fall," the young Baelor said with a sympathetic tone. "When the time comes, I certainly would enjoy the company very much," she smiled again. Ever since the death of her parents, her life had been a lonely one. Even now, she was filled with loneliness - though that was something she would never admit to her uncle in fear of worrying him. He had done so much - almost too much for her already.
"Even then, I'm not sure if I can take a life. My father was a soldier. He died a hero on the front like - or at least that is what I was told. My mother became a shell of her former self when she learned the news and eventually, she abandoned me join father," Aster teared up as she spoke. "I don't think I could inflict something so horrible on a family. Death is a tragedy for those left behind."
"Your view sounds like quite a good one," the teenager said as she wiped a tear before it could fall on her face and forced a smile. She had to be strong.
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