Several weeks earlier…
Mumbled voices argued from behind closed doors…
“I am telling you, the girl is far too much of a danger.”
“Not just to herself, but to those around her.“
“Two masters have tried to train her. Both are now dead.“
“The girl even came close to getting herself killed.”
“She is far, far too reckless to be trained.”
Outside, Ember was sitting on the floor with her knees to her chest and leaning back against the stone wall behind her as the echoed voices pierced her ears like sharpened blades. Her head was low while the sensation of feeling both ashamed and unwanted filled her heart. Ember was quite careless and she was smart enough to know it yet she never seemed to come to the realization when the time demanded.
Her first master was killed when she got into a confrontation with an insane nightsister who stabbed her through the chest, nearly killing her. Ember’s master was able to make the nightsister retreat, but received a mortal wound which he died from shortly after returning to the temple where he barely managed to save Ember‘s life. Ember still bares the scar upon her chest as a reminder of that incident and the memory of her former master.
This most recent incident also proved fatal to Ember’s master when she was reunited with the same foe who had nearly killed her years earlier. The nightsister has disarmed Ember and given her quite a beating for being so arrogant. When ready to make a final blow, Ember’s master had intervened and deflected the strike. When the battle was over, and Ember had regained consciousness, her master was dead and the night\sister nowhere to be seen.
As the debate went on, Ember’s eyes became watery yet she would shed no tear for herself. She tightly held her mother’s light saber, formerly her father’s, in her hand as a child would their favorite stuffed toy. It was all she had left of her parents who had seen fit to leave her long ago. Ember wiped her eyes then clipped the weapon back onto her belt before walking steadily towards the exit of the temple.
The time had come to move on.
Ember entered the pilot seat of a small craft and fired up the power system, readying for take off. The canopy closed and she found herself taking one last look at the temple she was leaving behind. Ember took in a deep breath and, as she slowly exhaled, her lip subtly quivered. She then closed her eyes tightly to clear her mind. There was no time for sorrow nor regret. Not anymore.
The small ship lifted off and shot into the sky where it would disappear into the stars above.
Present Day…
Capricia…
“Why am I here?”
The question kept traveling through Ember’s mind, replaying again and again like some bad song that would not go away. In truth, she had no idea why she was there. Since leaving Ossus, Ember traveled from planet to planet for no particular reason at all. She was lost. Not just in the traditional sense, but lost in which direction her life should go in next and she was in a daily battle with herself over the confusion is brought to her.
Coming to Capricia was a last minute decision. Was she lead here? Was she drawn here? There was no telling and Ember was not trained well enough in how to truly decipher how the force might be guiding her. It was not as if the training was not offered to her, but more that Ember was more interested in learning use the force to swing her lightsaber more efficiently than to focus on the more important facets of strong mental training that was key to any Jedi.
Taking a glance around, Ember could only sigh as her hands came to rest on her hips. “Now what?”
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