Reborn A New

[Velon Ielor]

[member="Connor Harrison"]

Velon finished making his preparations, and then he decided to go to Connor's room. He soon reached the location, and opened the door, only to find the former Master lying on a bed. If Connor needed a wake up call, he was going to get it.

"Connor!" he yelled, the Anzati amplifying his voice in order to wake him up. Some of the objects shattered, but it would not affect Connor's hearing.

"Three minutes."

Velon then decided to close the door, and he waited for Connor to be ready, as it was imperative they begin their lesson as soon as possible.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Connor was awake, and heard the door, and heard Velon. Who didn't with that shout.

As soon as the door closed, Connor rolled off the bed and was up, cracking his knuckles and limbering his neck to prepare for whatever came his way.

The door opened, and he walked on to follow where Velon was stood a little down the way.

He walked to him, dressed minus his top so just a vest and trousers and boots. Training gear.

He gave a curt nod, and focused.

[member="Velon Ielor"]

 

[Velon Ielor]

[member="Connor Harrison"]

The Alchemist signaled Connor to follow him. They soon arrived in a room which was full of dark side energy. It was time to begin the ritual.

"You spent what I assume is your whole life following the light. You may claim to be a follower of the dark, but you must cleanse yourself of any part of you that made you weak. To put it simply, you will be reborn a new Mr.Harrison." he said.

He then brought a knife to Connor, and a cup.

"Cut yourself, in order for the ritual to begin. When you enter it, you will face your former self, the light-side version of Connor Harrison. Eliminate him, or you will be stuck dueling him forever." he said.

Velon then cut off a part of him, blood coming out. It was painful, but he used his pain to channel the dark-side.

The ritual would begin soon.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Walking into the alchemists room, Connor shivered at the dark energy around him. It was cold, yet comforting, but conflicted within him. Watching the Dark Jedi speak, Connor listened and took the cup and knife.

Seting the cup down, he knelt with the blade and gritted his teeth as he ran the blade down his right palm for a fresh wound to ooze crimson blood. Squeezing his hand into a fist, blood seeped between his fingers and he let it drop into the cup, and Velon did the same.

Connor stood and left his bloodied hand down by his side.

"So what now? You work a spell? Drink it? What?"

He looked at the cup, then at Velon, still holding the knife.

[member="Velon Ielor"]

 

[Velon Ielor]

[member="Connor Harrison"]

"I'll work a spell, and you will enter a deep comatose state. You must defeat whatever light dwindles inside of you. " Velon said.

When Connor did that, the Anzat would start chanting spells in an ancient language, the former Sith Lord using the dark side energy inside the room to fuel him. The ritual would make Connor enter be unconscious.

While he spoke in the ancient Sith language, Velon could only hope and wait for Connor to awake. If not, the Anzati was prepared to enter a comatose state if need be, even though he obviously didn't want that