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[Bewitching]

The Initiate was meant to realize he is in control of his gift. By the look on his face one would assume him to deem his realization a curse. He would be correct; and yet he would be wrong about that.​

He told his student, "You remember the exact thought and feeling that connected you to the Force," his voice boomed over the grunts of the fighters.​

"Strength Through Passion!" The Master roared at the top of his lungs, using the Force to be heard in the farthest reaches of the pit.​

"Power Through Strength!" The Sith shot back with reverent passion.​

"Victory Through Power!" Their voices lifted up in unison from all of the training arenas across the field, as their show of honor to the Emperor dwelling in the Citadel.​

As Dixon/Akaan fell to his knees again with exhaustion once again, the Master stopped at his side and handed the Potion to him, instructing him to drink it down quickly. He offered him the salve as well at this time. ​

It is the beginning, not the end, of a long and prosperous journey for the Initiate, and for the Sith Empire to benefit from his loyalty, should he accept his invitation to remain and evolve, developing his abilities under the program of the ancient order.​

"You will learn many things here, and everything you learn is merely a discovery of what already dwells inside of your head. This is the Force."