Nimir-ra to Iella, Jedi Shadow
CHAPTER ONE
THE SHEPHERD: IN ORBIT ABOVE TYTHON
Syn had prepared his mind for what was going to come, the real test of all this was his body. He had agreed to Elayne's teachings and when she had brought several of her sisters into the ship for the ritual he didn't know what else to do. He had asked for her teachings and he had asked for the Fallanassi master who was here with him. She was not Je'gan or Aleidis, she did not break his word of not seeking teachings from them. Not that he suspected his word meant much to the old master in the long run, no he suspected more tension until he simply outlived them.
The final part of what he had was who else was here... or who wasn't, this was not something for Iella to see and at the moment. In this moment he missed her deeply before stripping down. The witches of the singing mountain adorned him in tribal markings and he laid down on the table. The scents of oil and ichor assailing his nostrils. Then there was a hand on his face removing the sash... He could feel the small membrane over his eyes touched by the cool air while the words lulled him into a sense of peace then rest then... intense pain.
He hadn't expected it the sensation as acid rolled over his skin, the pull upon his body while he ground his teeth feeling it. Muscles taut from trying not to convulse from the pain or go into shock. The spirit ichor he could feel it entering his pores like a tiny needle of pain that went down into his muscles and pierced the bone bringing a new sensation of pain... New levels he had not though he could experience and finally he couldn't hold it back as the scream came full blown from his chest arching his back until unconsciousness came to claim him.
TYTHON SURFACE: ???? HOURS LATER
The jedi master awoke in the woods again, nearly naked and his body ached. He had been sent down here upon his request when it was all done and he could feel it. His blood boiled more so now than it had before. More so than when he was around sith magics or the darkside. Now it boiled it more magics and the force. The Dathomir magics had allowed him to do many things but he would first need to have the basics of it.
“So you have awakened Master jedi?”
The voice brought his head around but he could not see who was speaking but even his senses couldn’t find them. Which meant one thing. The white current was here and he cursed a little under his breathe reaching out to sense but to no avail. Much like Je’gan and Aleidis he couldn’t find the person but he still spoke rolling over onto his stomach and getting up as he spoke. “Are you the one they sent or another user the the current here to torment me?”
Then he could see her as she stood there in front of him and wore an aura of the lightside. “I am not here to torment you and you master jedi asked for one of us to come and teach you to sense but there are things that must be done. Before we can begin you must find the scribed writings in the current.” The woman’s hand came up to his face. “Shhh I will teach you how to sense the flow and if you can find the script at the end of it… Then I can begin teaching you Jedi master.”
Slowly Syn understood what she meant and it made sense, much like the jedi had to see if others had talent in different aspects to teach them so would the Fallanassi need to see if there was some innate talent. So when she sat down he followed suit feeling his muscles protest from the movement. The pain would have to be healed eventually but for now… For now he listened to her words while focusing.
“Now focus on my words and relax your body, ease your mind and calm your spirit. The cathar blood of yours boils for movement and action, I can see why you hide what you are. Sithspawn are not generally liked by the jedi and even less most likely if they knew you were among them. Now parts of you that have formed your being. Your cathar body, your neti spirit and the miraluka mind that completes you. Focus on those and feel whole, let them not be in conflict but in harmony.”
Slowly Syn looked inward to that deep part of him that was sithspawn, that part of him that was a reminder that he wasn’t born but made for a purpose and he found it. The aggression of a cathar natural and hot. The contemplative nature of a miraluka who could see the ripples of the galaxy in the force and the endless patience of a neti. Able to live for centuries upon centuries and observe, to remember and to mourn. He dug deep until he found it and breathed letting a shudder come from his body.
There was more to the alchemy, more species than even he knew and could count. The monster maker of the emperor had been careful to define weaknesses, then give species to compliment them. He wanted to make more monsters and would have done so with zeal. The ancient texts were quite a dangerous thing the jedi had locked away in a deep pit hopefully. No one should have that power. Then he found it and tapped it that reservoir of old magics, of sith magic while peace washed over him.
It was less soothing and more an icy hot balm that cooled then burnt at his skin but there was nothing really there. Just the nerves fraying while the center of his body sent out waves of serenity. He had worked so long to suppress himself, to suppress what he was among the other jedi. Now here he was able to let it out if only for a time and feel that burden of its crushing embrace. The woman he could hear make a chuckle before continuing and tapping on a bottle.
“Now you see it, that inner peace one can have when they aren’t fighting themselves. Your greatest enemy as I can see and after researching you master jedi… I know I am right. Few have met you and walked away without pain, less with their life if you desired it and men curse your name in silent halls. Something ancient and born into darkness, molded by it until you were brought into the light and created into its weapon but that is not what this is for. Je’gan learned that. Aleidis understands that and the others should as well but I doubt it.”
“Children of teachers are often foolish and will abuse their gifts. Something you know all too well after seeing your student abuse what you taught him. Do not worry, when we are done here jedi master you shall be one of the few who have learned from us, like Je’gan before you, or Circe’s mother we will show you. Enough but not all, the rest you can learn over your long life and train up yourself. Just remember this power is something we rarely give but I am amused at the mirror.”
“Now with your mind imagine the force like a stream of water, with all its ripples and sounds. We all touch the stream and from it tributaries form intersecting to branch off and form our own paths, to return later when the person becomes one with the force. The current is this river and we float within it we do not branch it off. We allow it to protect and conceal to help and incapacitate. We do not use this for murder or being the sad little king of a sad little hill. Understood.”
The jedi master gave a nod of his head as the lessons began and he imagined a stream how he knew it, gentle and inviting with small rocks that the water slapped against to make thousands of little sounds. The ripples formed where everything touched it and he set himself into it… Allowing the coolness to wash over making his blood sooth. Making it run cooler than normally would be allowed but he felt strange and as the time passed he didn’t realize how long he was there but his senses and vision was different.
He was looking at the area differently, there was a hue to everything even to his vision letting him make out not features but allowing him to make out the green glow of script along the rocks. His mind was trying to process the idea of colors beyond what it knew for the force and life. Not even droids showed up to him and at first it was strange but as he forced a blink the membrane over his eyes tore releasing a fresh set of blood red tears.
His hands went over the script as he breathed deeply seeing it disappear. He could hear the woman behind him and now… Now he could feel her like a ripple on the edge of his senses. This must be what Aleidis meant by sensing the other users. This must be what it is like when you feel the other users. He wondered if Je’gan would feel like this as well? For a moment and heard her speak more touching his back.
“Welcome master jedi to the current and now rise. We have much to do and this world will provide one part of your lessons. The rest… The rest will be learned in time and with practice. For now you will need equipment the trip to the temples will be long and arduous we mustn’t dally. I will not live as long as you in this case.”
THE SHEPHERD: IN ORBIT ABOVE TYTHON
Syn had prepared his mind for what was going to come, the real test of all this was his body. He had agreed to Elayne's teachings and when she had brought several of her sisters into the ship for the ritual he didn't know what else to do. He had asked for her teachings and he had asked for the Fallanassi master who was here with him. She was not Je'gan or Aleidis, she did not break his word of not seeking teachings from them. Not that he suspected his word meant much to the old master in the long run, no he suspected more tension until he simply outlived them.
The final part of what he had was who else was here... or who wasn't, this was not something for Iella to see and at the moment. In this moment he missed her deeply before stripping down. The witches of the singing mountain adorned him in tribal markings and he laid down on the table. The scents of oil and ichor assailing his nostrils. Then there was a hand on his face removing the sash... He could feel the small membrane over his eyes touched by the cool air while the words lulled him into a sense of peace then rest then... intense pain.
He hadn't expected it the sensation as acid rolled over his skin, the pull upon his body while he ground his teeth feeling it. Muscles taut from trying not to convulse from the pain or go into shock. The spirit ichor he could feel it entering his pores like a tiny needle of pain that went down into his muscles and pierced the bone bringing a new sensation of pain... New levels he had not though he could experience and finally he couldn't hold it back as the scream came full blown from his chest arching his back until unconsciousness came to claim him.
TYTHON SURFACE: ???? HOURS LATER
The jedi master awoke in the woods again, nearly naked and his body ached. He had been sent down here upon his request when it was all done and he could feel it. His blood boiled more so now than it had before. More so than when he was around sith magics or the darkside. Now it boiled it more magics and the force. The Dathomir magics had allowed him to do many things but he would first need to have the basics of it.
“So you have awakened Master jedi?”
The voice brought his head around but he could not see who was speaking but even his senses couldn’t find them. Which meant one thing. The white current was here and he cursed a little under his breathe reaching out to sense but to no avail. Much like Je’gan and Aleidis he couldn’t find the person but he still spoke rolling over onto his stomach and getting up as he spoke. “Are you the one they sent or another user the the current here to torment me?”
Then he could see her as she stood there in front of him and wore an aura of the lightside. “I am not here to torment you and you master jedi asked for one of us to come and teach you to sense but there are things that must be done. Before we can begin you must find the scribed writings in the current.” The woman’s hand came up to his face. “Shhh I will teach you how to sense the flow and if you can find the script at the end of it… Then I can begin teaching you Jedi master.”
Slowly Syn understood what she meant and it made sense, much like the jedi had to see if others had talent in different aspects to teach them so would the Fallanassi need to see if there was some innate talent. So when she sat down he followed suit feeling his muscles protest from the movement. The pain would have to be healed eventually but for now… For now he listened to her words while focusing.
“Now focus on my words and relax your body, ease your mind and calm your spirit. The cathar blood of yours boils for movement and action, I can see why you hide what you are. Sithspawn are not generally liked by the jedi and even less most likely if they knew you were among them. Now parts of you that have formed your being. Your cathar body, your neti spirit and the miraluka mind that completes you. Focus on those and feel whole, let them not be in conflict but in harmony.”
Slowly Syn looked inward to that deep part of him that was sithspawn, that part of him that was a reminder that he wasn’t born but made for a purpose and he found it. The aggression of a cathar natural and hot. The contemplative nature of a miraluka who could see the ripples of the galaxy in the force and the endless patience of a neti. Able to live for centuries upon centuries and observe, to remember and to mourn. He dug deep until he found it and breathed letting a shudder come from his body.
There was more to the alchemy, more species than even he knew and could count. The monster maker of the emperor had been careful to define weaknesses, then give species to compliment them. He wanted to make more monsters and would have done so with zeal. The ancient texts were quite a dangerous thing the jedi had locked away in a deep pit hopefully. No one should have that power. Then he found it and tapped it that reservoir of old magics, of sith magic while peace washed over him.
It was less soothing and more an icy hot balm that cooled then burnt at his skin but there was nothing really there. Just the nerves fraying while the center of his body sent out waves of serenity. He had worked so long to suppress himself, to suppress what he was among the other jedi. Now here he was able to let it out if only for a time and feel that burden of its crushing embrace. The woman he could hear make a chuckle before continuing and tapping on a bottle.
“Now you see it, that inner peace one can have when they aren’t fighting themselves. Your greatest enemy as I can see and after researching you master jedi… I know I am right. Few have met you and walked away without pain, less with their life if you desired it and men curse your name in silent halls. Something ancient and born into darkness, molded by it until you were brought into the light and created into its weapon but that is not what this is for. Je’gan learned that. Aleidis understands that and the others should as well but I doubt it.”
“Children of teachers are often foolish and will abuse their gifts. Something you know all too well after seeing your student abuse what you taught him. Do not worry, when we are done here jedi master you shall be one of the few who have learned from us, like Je’gan before you, or Circe’s mother we will show you. Enough but not all, the rest you can learn over your long life and train up yourself. Just remember this power is something we rarely give but I am amused at the mirror.”
“Now with your mind imagine the force like a stream of water, with all its ripples and sounds. We all touch the stream and from it tributaries form intersecting to branch off and form our own paths, to return later when the person becomes one with the force. The current is this river and we float within it we do not branch it off. We allow it to protect and conceal to help and incapacitate. We do not use this for murder or being the sad little king of a sad little hill. Understood.”
The jedi master gave a nod of his head as the lessons began and he imagined a stream how he knew it, gentle and inviting with small rocks that the water slapped against to make thousands of little sounds. The ripples formed where everything touched it and he set himself into it… Allowing the coolness to wash over making his blood sooth. Making it run cooler than normally would be allowed but he felt strange and as the time passed he didn’t realize how long he was there but his senses and vision was different.
He was looking at the area differently, there was a hue to everything even to his vision letting him make out not features but allowing him to make out the green glow of script along the rocks. His mind was trying to process the idea of colors beyond what it knew for the force and life. Not even droids showed up to him and at first it was strange but as he forced a blink the membrane over his eyes tore releasing a fresh set of blood red tears.
His hands went over the script as he breathed deeply seeing it disappear. He could hear the woman behind him and now… Now he could feel her like a ripple on the edge of his senses. This must be what Aleidis meant by sensing the other users. This must be what it is like when you feel the other users. He wondered if Je’gan would feel like this as well? For a moment and heard her speak more touching his back.
“Welcome master jedi to the current and now rise. We have much to do and this world will provide one part of your lessons. The rest… The rest will be learned in time and with practice. For now you will need equipment the trip to the temples will be long and arduous we mustn’t dally. I will not live as long as you in this case.”