Energies swirled there, and in the lake!, he let them wash over him, the powers that lay dormant for hundreds of years.
Ky-Vin saw images forming in the black surface of the obelisk. A scene from his past. Himself, looking 10 years younger, on board a ship. His heart leapt when he saw his first Master, his mentor, alive and well.
Then, the violence overtook it all. The volley of fire, the explosions, the laughing faces of the pirates and the scoundrels on their main viewscreen. They had been set up.
The noises on their ship's hull. The crash landing. The blood. The pain. His dead Master's body found among the ship's debris.
Ky-Vin could feel it all returning to him. How easily it returned! When their attackers make looking for them, and the cargo their ship carried, Ky-Vin was so happily surprised! He was no pilot, and their transport was no match for their ships. But on the ground, Ky-Vin had the upper hand.
The horror on their faces as Ky-Vin emerged from the ruined craft. The thrum of his lightsaber. The cries of shock and pain and fear. He was so sure they deserved death.
The pure destructive power that came so easily from anger, pain, hatred, revenge.
But it didn't last forever. There were far worse things that followed. Guilt and shame and self-digust. Ky-Vin felt he was going to explode.
Ky-Vin's eyes suddenly came back into focus. He heard Kenshin's voice and he was back on Ambria.
Kenshin looked concerned. Ky-Vin blinked a few times and turned from Kenshin and the obelisk quickly and walked a few meters away.
He remembered what he had seen, and felt. He said nothing.
Never again, he swore to himself, would he stray from his path.
