As the cold numbed his face and the snow started to pile on his shoulders, the old White Lion of Zaa Fenn finally stood in front of the castle of what was the most dangerous creature in the galaxy. He had felt the pulse in the force when it was born or, rather, awoken, but he had not mustered the courage to delve too deep into it, at least, not at first...But although feeling that presence had been terrifying, to someone as fallen as Gareth it was also captivating. It had peeked his interest and, as he cared less and less about his own life or about things he had once stood for, he eventually found himself standing at the door's of what one could only describe as the Devil.
The Miralukan stood completely still, patiently waiting without moving an inch in an environment where lesser men would fall to the coldness of the climate, he had made his presence known in the force, and now he was just waiting for an answer. What the future held for him if he kept tempting the force by interacting with something so terrible, he didn't know: Answers, a purpose, a fight that he couldn't hope to win, all choices that appealed to a man so lost as he was, a proud warrior that had been brought to his lowest, most uncertain point. Once he had controlled millions and ruined planets, but now he had come back to just do jobs beneath him, his family now working for the slug that was half the reason he was put away in the first place, a slave, a prisoner and a dog most of his life...a life that ultimately brought him to this point.
@Sreeya