Bubák
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Alyssa sat on the cold floor of the newly built Sith Temple, crossing her legs and taking deep breaths to meditate and focus on the Dark Side, as her instructors called the gift coming from the God of Death. Various thoughts raced through her mind as she closed her blue eyes, many of these thoughts were memories. She remembered herself coming to the Temple for the first time; an arrogant noble who thought the training ahead would simply extend her understanding of the powers of the Gods. She hated the peasants and slaves who came to train alongside her. People like them did not deserve to know the power of the Gods and possibly become stronger and overthrow the nobles of Iferetes, plunging the Empire into chaos.
That changed a few months ago, when she learned how to turn her hate into an ally and use it to do something productive. As much as she despised the Sith, thinking of them as filthy aliens sticking their fingers where they shouldn’t, the young woman soon came to realize the Sith were a blessing. The power they offered was incredible, and while Alyssa has had an understanding of the Force due to her previous Druid training, the Sith were the ones who truly opened her eyes. She used to be so painfully blind to the power that was always there, blind to see her own potential to become something much greater than her people could ever imagine. No longer had she seen her fellow apprentices as filth, they became potential allies had they survived the training. Alyssa wanted to become a Sith, true to their beliefs. The idea of serving a few to rule over billions seemed like such a bargain, especially since her superiors deserved their position by being strong.
The flames of rage that burned inside her no longer threatened to take over; they became her weapon, one that strengthened her connection to the Dark Side of the Force and allowed her to bend the world around to her will. This power came with a realization the Iferetes Empire needed someone strong to lead them to glory, it needed a Sith sitting on the throne, strong to unite the people of Iferetes instead of dividing them like the current Emperor. This did not mean that she abandoned her support of slavery; while she had no intention to enslave those who were blessed by the Gods, wasting their potential, she definitely supported the idea of the strong ruling over the weak more than ever. It was natural, after all. The strong were the ones capable of leading their people to glory; they could not allow the weak subjects to destroy the whole group. Why should the capable and competent people be held back by weaknesses of others?
Alyssa’s lips opened, reciting the Sith Code.
“Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.”
Each line filled her with a feeling of power, sent shivers down her spine. The young Infereti smiled, it felt good to be so close to becoming truly free. She basked in the Dark Side, enjoying its intoxicating power.
@[member="Darth Naefas"]
That changed a few months ago, when she learned how to turn her hate into an ally and use it to do something productive. As much as she despised the Sith, thinking of them as filthy aliens sticking their fingers where they shouldn’t, the young woman soon came to realize the Sith were a blessing. The power they offered was incredible, and while Alyssa has had an understanding of the Force due to her previous Druid training, the Sith were the ones who truly opened her eyes. She used to be so painfully blind to the power that was always there, blind to see her own potential to become something much greater than her people could ever imagine. No longer had she seen her fellow apprentices as filth, they became potential allies had they survived the training. Alyssa wanted to become a Sith, true to their beliefs. The idea of serving a few to rule over billions seemed like such a bargain, especially since her superiors deserved their position by being strong.
The flames of rage that burned inside her no longer threatened to take over; they became her weapon, one that strengthened her connection to the Dark Side of the Force and allowed her to bend the world around to her will. This power came with a realization the Iferetes Empire needed someone strong to lead them to glory, it needed a Sith sitting on the throne, strong to unite the people of Iferetes instead of dividing them like the current Emperor. This did not mean that she abandoned her support of slavery; while she had no intention to enslave those who were blessed by the Gods, wasting their potential, she definitely supported the idea of the strong ruling over the weak more than ever. It was natural, after all. The strong were the ones capable of leading their people to glory; they could not allow the weak subjects to destroy the whole group. Why should the capable and competent people be held back by weaknesses of others?
Alyssa’s lips opened, reciting the Sith Code.
“Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.”
Each line filled her with a feeling of power, sent shivers down her spine. The young Infereti smiled, it felt good to be so close to becoming truly free. She basked in the Dark Side, enjoying its intoxicating power.
@[member="Darth Naefas"]