Coci Heavenshield
Dawnguard Grand Master
"Tython is beautiful and powerful, enigmatic and dangerous, filled with mysteries and open to those comfortable with the Force. It was here long, long before us, and these mysteries persisted with no eyes to see them, no minds to contemplate them. And that is why I fear Tython. It means everything to us, and yet we are nothing to it. We are merely passing through."
Today is different, today she is alone. And that is the way it has to be.
The dawn broke and filled the camp site with it warm heat, the light of it glistening across the surface of the snow that lay outside the entrance of the cave. The fire had gone out through the night and she is cold. She is cold because he is gone. But there is no emptiness in this, her heart and mind full, the force bond link, weaving across the expanse of distance to him. He would always be with her.
Iella had prepared the night before, had acquired a ground speeder from the ship and had it ready outside the cave. A small back pack, filled with items and equipment for the journey to the Silent Desert on Tython. She had gathered some more clothes from the ship, mainly her cream cloak to shield her from the heat of the desert. A bladder of water, the most essential thing, lay at the bottom of the back pack. Her destination, the Temple, Qigong Kesh. If it was still there, or maybe the ruins, either way if nothing was to come of this training, then that would be something to see. It is the perfect place really, for what she wished to achieve, or find out more to the point. A place once used by the force sensitive beings to train in mental enhancement and endurance, a sensory skill of the force users.
One last thing she checked, her hand going to her belt and found her lightsaber. She knew it would be there, it is just habit. But her saber the most important part of this puzzle. And so, she swung the pack over her shoulder and set off.
The mountain range sat over her shoulder now, far in the distance. The speeder careered over the plains kicking up dust and dried grass in it’s wake. The change in the landscape, excited her sensors as the plains reminded her of Cathar, although there is no tall grasses here. A small laugh escaped her now with the remembrance. Those days spent there, with him, treasures beyond value. Up ahead, she could just make out the shimmering desert sands, and she pushed the speeder forward, faster, her cream cloak billowing behind her.
The heat intensified, as the sun’s rays reflected back of the sand onto her face. She could feel the pools of sweat forming on her body making her shirt cling to her, but this is little discomfort and she pushed it out of her mind. The speeder had brought her to the desert, little to be seen for miles except for a shimmering object small on the horizon. She knew what it was, the Temple. Iella wondered what she would find there, was the temple still in use or in ruin? But no matter, she will not be stopping there.
Then she felt it, stronger here, the Force. Tython, the planet of beautiful, the force at it’s very core and essence. Filling all on it, all matter and anyone that visits will not escape the pull. The Silent Desert an intrigue and it had just fulfilled it’s renown. The engines on her speeder now silent as she raced across the sands. The Force, like a glove wrapped around her body, pressing onto her, holding her gently. Had her heart stopped beating? Or no longer breathing? No, she could not hear it her body, no sound entered her ears or her mind. She reached for the Force, with her mind and the wash of calm filled her, it is euphoric.
Her head turn to the right as she past the Temple, only to look upon it from a distance. Standing tall the towers and the colour of the sand, the heat haze gave the impression of the Temple in constant motion within the landscape. Or maybe it was. A living thing? As all thing are. Her head turn back .. soon she would find a place away from every thing as to not cause harm.
Iella walked for a short distance away from the speeder and dropped her bag on the sand. Reaching down she took the bladder of water out and took her fill, as she replaced the cap she looked around at the seeming nothingness. She smiled, the peacefulness and calm of mind almost madding to her, she likes noise and the hustle and bustle of life. The water bladder back in the bag, she walked a few paces more. The sand swallowing her boots as she trod. This is as good a place as any.