His anger flooded the area of the temple that they were situated within. His rage and embarrassment filled up the area of the ancient temple that they were located in. It was quite the embarrassment to fail twice in only one training session. But it seemed that that was what the Force had wanted for him.
And then she spoke again, and another current of lightning came flying at him. He didn’t know what she wanted him to do. He almost panicked, until he finally had a moment of clearness. He knew what he had to do. But he didn’t think he could achieve that power yet, he realized as he lifted his hands up to meet the lightning head on.
Catching the lightning in his bare hands he roared at the top of his lungs from the pain that was coursing through his hands, he screamed and yet he was still focused. He was at work with the Force. He was slowly absorbing as much of the lightning as he could at a time. Though it would take some time he realized, he needed more power. And it seemed meditation was one way to achieve that.
He said nothing as he whispered words to himself. To others the words he was uttering may not have been that important. But to him, he was reciting the Sith Code in the only way that he figured was reasonable in his current situation. In Sith’ese. It was a queer thing to watch from the sidelines if there were unseen eyes watching on. Seeing an apprentice slowly be scorched by purple lightning while you could barely hear the Sith Code being uttered in the area. It was the only thing that was being said, between his clenched breaths.
Nwûl tash. Peace is a lie, there is only passion. He thought to himself as he continued to draw from the dark side of the Force. He was drawing as much of it as he could at a time. He knew he would be tired at the end of this thing. But his plan was by the time he finished saying the Sith Code he would have the Force in his hand. In the form of spark. Or so he hoped.
Dzwol shâsotkun. Through passion, I gain strength. He felt it. He was indeed drawing as much of the dark side as he could. He thought of the future power he would hold once his apprenticeship was over. He imagined himself striking down armies singlehandedly with the use of the Force, and the sorcery that he would have at his fingertips. He felt himself going stronger as he slowly felt less pain from the pain receptors within his hands. It was curious, were his hands two burning husks, or were they still ‘living?’ He thought to himself, he drew off of the power of the dark side of the temple. This temple was indeed the teaching place of a past and powerful Dark Lord of the Sith. Tormax would return here one day to meditate again, though he wasn’t prepared to return soon.
Shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk. Through strength, I gain power. At this point he didn’t even feel his hands anymore as it seemed he was drawing so much from the Force he felt as if he were the Force itself. At least that’s what he felt like. How could he possibly know what that felt like right? Though he felt the power of Isis’s force lightning dissipating upon his hands, it was slow going. Though he had to hurry he figured if he wanted to save his hands. His anger and fear tied into everything it seemed when he realized he could quite possibly lose his hands from what he was doing. He was probably not doing what she wanted but he would complete the objective all the same. And correctly, this time.
Tyûkjontû châtsatul nu midwan. Through power, I gain victory. He imagined her tell him he was wrong again. It had only happened a few moments ago and yet the thought enraged him further, he would not fail this time. Not again, not a third time. He was powerful, and this time, his way was the right way. What he was doing was the only way to do it in his mind. He must have receive pain before he may inflict it upon others in his future, and now he felt the current in his arms now. It was tickling at his forearms. He was going to dissipate as much of it as he could and still produce the force spark that she wanted. I will be victorious, he thought to himself. From the knowledge I gain of Sith Magic, from the strength I gain from my training, I will gain victory.
Midwanjontû châtsatul nu asha. Through victory, my chains are broken. He knew he was nearly done here at this point. But he couldn’t just stop. He would have to die in the future. After all of his battles were won, after all of his enemies were defeated, he would be forced to die one day. But he couldn’t let that happen, now could. At least, not on purpose anyway. He would fight for every single moment of life and he wasn’t going to die just because it was in the Code.
Ashajontû kotswinot itsu nuyak. Wonoksh Qyâsik nun. The Force shall free me. And now he was done. The current had most probably vaporized the pain receptors in his hands for all the pain, rage, fear and embarrassment that he had felt all at the same time only moments ago was directed to forming the crackling of the sound of the force spark in his hand. It had taken a long time maybe. But he had completed what she wanted, at least he hoped. The force spark sat in his blackened hands, and he held it there within his hands for a few more moments before he dissipated it from the air and fell to his knees.
He felt as if the Force had left him completely as he slouched to the floor on his knees. He had used up all the energy that he could to do what she wanted. Perhaps he wasn’t ready for that lightning after all.
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