Aran Finn
Redeemed
Kashyyyk, on the slope of its greatest peak...
Enter Alen Na'Varro...
The Force was a concept that transcended the borders of space and time, existing in its own dimension entirely. It deigned to visit the lives of those it touched, its tendrils reaching across universes and timelines to affect events in the past, future and simultaneous to the present. It was ... simply, it could not be truly understood from a sentient standpoint. Not even a Muun had the processing power to rationalise it, and not even the most powerful of Jedi, Dark Jedi or Sith could truly claim to have the wisdom to see it and love it for what it was. For that was what understanding truly was. Love, or something similar to that. Perhaps that was the barrier between Alen and Masterhood. Perhaps he had been wrong all along.The bearded man reflected on the Force in this way for it was the reason that he had revisited this mountain. Eight hundred and seventeen years ago, a Sith Knight by the name of Raien Keth had cast him into the very abyss he stood over now. The Wookies had rebuilt the rope bridge that spanned this chasm, probably several times since Alen Na'Varro had visited here last. Several times since Keth had sliced the bridge from its moorings while Alen had sprinted across it. He had survived that, but not the brief but brutal clash that followed it. Alen could feel the effects of the Force altering his perception of the place. He could feel the history here; he could almost see it. Eight hundred and seventeen years ago these events had taken place, yet they were also happening right now. It was now that Na'Varro was finally getting a sense of what the Force truly was. It seemed not to be an entity itself ... it was something on a different realm of existence.
Now the Dark Jedi stood facing the rope bridge that spanned the twenty-five metre long chasm. Below him the chasm stretched, darkness obscuring the bottom from the human eye. A cliff face stood behind him, twenty metres high, with ledges dotting the cliff face all the way to the top. To his left was an alternative path, a thin windy goat track that led to the summit, albeit longer and perhaps less dangerous for a non-Force user. But Alen was in the centre of it all. The scene revolved around him for now.
The Dark Jedi stood, cloaked in furs, and awaited the reckoning which he knew was coming.
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