Aika Kawakami
Can one find true light when shadowed in darkness?
What a day it had been, and the afternoon had only just began. Waking with an absurdly horrible headache, and a memory so fuzzy most would think they'd have been drugged the day before, she wasn't sure what else was in store for her. Sadly, the one option she wanted, bed, apparently wasn't on the list. It seemed that, in her infinite wisdom, she had scheduled a sort of mass class for the Silver Jedi's newest padawans. It made no sense to her. She was not one of the Orders instructors. Why, in heavens name, would she set a time for all of them to be with her at once? It made no sense, but it was something she'd now have to deal with. Whether she wanted to or not, and she certainly wasn't sure this was something she could handle.
So there she stood, staring at the empty stairs of the their temple, a heavy sigh escaping her lips as she awaited the arrival of those who had shown an apparent interest. In truth, part of her hoped that they didn't show up. Then she wouldn't have to be worried or nervous. She could pretend like none of it ever happened. But, was her luck ever that good? Ever? Even once? No...
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