Aran Finn
Redeemed
Kashyyyk
Wind swept over the canopy of massive wroshyr trees and towards the mountain like an oncoming wave of fear. From where Alen Na'Varro stood, he could see the power it had to shift the boughs of the trees left and right, back and forth, round and round. Below the canopy, in the jungle itself, creatures big and small would have no inclination that the wind even existed. But up here, on the mountain, the wind bit into all that stood before it. Despite his cloak, the Jedi Master was frozen to the bone, and his face felt like ice. His heart remained warm however, both physiologically and spiritually. Where once he had a heart of ice, heart of stone, heart of iron, he was now starting to feel part of the universe again. A universe that his daughter was out there exploring for herself. Na'Varro lived vicariously through her exploits.The new vicarious nature of his life brought some melancholy with it. Alen would often think of his younger days, the days when he'd actually get out and do something, rather than spending hours teaching Padawans which end of the lightsaber to use. He hadn't been a good man when he was younger, but he had done great things. Fought duels of consequence, slain terentateks and even a L'lotek'k, fought great battles ... many men had counted with him, but none too much. Now he was simply a teacher. The bearded man should have been happy with that, and he was ... but that didn't stop him from thinking of the olden days.
He'd fought on this mountain twice. Raien Keth had almost killed him here, hundreds and hundreds of years ago. More recently, he'd crossed blades with Ket Van-Derveld at this very spot, with a more favourable result. That was why he was here. To remember battles long forgotten, to remember what he had been.
Victory has defeated you.
Na'Varro's ears pricked up, then settled. You're just hearing things, mate. Cut it out before you go insane. But still the unsettling feeling lingered, and if there was one thing the Jedi Master had learned during all of his years, it was to trust his gut.
Something, or someone, approached.
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