Post by Aelor Kyr on Feb 25, 2016 23:31:02 GMT
Aelor’s mind was starting to swirl, returning to the gardens. He looked down that path he followed to find House Sentia, but he passes it by, remembering his promise. There were more dire, more troubling things on his mind than trespassing onto the Witches’ Lands again.
It was the teaching he received most recently from his Master, Darth Exolus, regarding the Force being analogous to a great storm. “There is not quietness about them,” his Master said during the lesson. “They perpetuate the silence between order and chaos. It is why life begins from order born of chaos and ends in chaos born from order.”
It actually made Aelor feel something he has not experienced in his life. After everything he has read, after all the books and scrolls and what holocrons he could scrounge up, it looked as if life had left him behind. As he sat down in front of a great fountain, his feelings welled up, as he choked and swallowed tears, despair rearing its ugly head.
“I don’t understand,” he says between heavy breaths, a vision beginning to manifest in his head. “Why must there be no peace? Can’t there be? Shouldn’t there be?” As his beliefs and hopes begin to become more and more challenged, the vision in Aelor’s mind becomes more powerful, not perceived by any others due to its meditative origin, whipping around him as a forceful vortex.
Aelor begins to cry, his despair beginning to overtake him. His thoughts were as chaotic as the storm in his mind. He shook with fear and anger and worry and anxiety as he fights to grasp his most recent lesson. It was as if he was powerless in the face of this new challenge. Even with the “encouragement” of Nilos Ven, even with the vision of a deadlier, beastlier, more attuned self, Aelor felt lost, the vortex threatening to swallow him in a mess of bewilderment and the inability to accept the words his Master gave him. “Peace is a lie,” Aelor says to himself, “but why must it be? Just... why? It doesn’t feel right.”
It was the teaching he received most recently from his Master, Darth Exolus, regarding the Force being analogous to a great storm. “There is not quietness about them,” his Master said during the lesson. “They perpetuate the silence between order and chaos. It is why life begins from order born of chaos and ends in chaos born from order.”
It actually made Aelor feel something he has not experienced in his life. After everything he has read, after all the books and scrolls and what holocrons he could scrounge up, it looked as if life had left him behind. As he sat down in front of a great fountain, his feelings welled up, as he choked and swallowed tears, despair rearing its ugly head.
“I don’t understand,” he says between heavy breaths, a vision beginning to manifest in his head. “Why must there be no peace? Can’t there be? Shouldn’t there be?” As his beliefs and hopes begin to become more and more challenged, the vision in Aelor’s mind becomes more powerful, not perceived by any others due to its meditative origin, whipping around him as a forceful vortex.
Aelor begins to cry, his despair beginning to overtake him. His thoughts were as chaotic as the storm in his mind. He shook with fear and anger and worry and anxiety as he fights to grasp his most recent lesson. It was as if he was powerless in the face of this new challenge. Even with the “encouragement” of Nilos Ven, even with the vision of a deadlier, beastlier, more attuned self, Aelor felt lost, the vortex threatening to swallow him in a mess of bewilderment and the inability to accept the words his Master gave him. “Peace is a lie,” Aelor says to himself, “but why must it be? Just... why? It doesn’t feel right.”