Mathaniel
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The room was dark. The torches on the wall created little light, which made Cris'hapris nervous. No one here was his friend. Few were even acquaintances. He didn't know who or what would come through the door, and he didn't know if it would be friendly. He needed more light to even attempt to see with his eyes, but there was nothing he could do but wait.
The people he had come in contact with whenever he found the temple didn't seem normal. They seemed as if something was inside them. Something different. In a way, Cris didn't want to be here. He didn't feel secure here. But, then again, what else did he have? He needed to find his parents. Needed to get them back. The only way he was going to do that was to fight, and the only way to learn to fight was through the teaching he'd recieve here. He was questioning now if he should've gone to the Jedi Order. The man had said that the jedi here were different, and he trusted him. He seemed to have something different that Cris had never seen before, much like the people he had met when he arrived at this place.
Cris'hapris wanted that.
The people he had come in contact with whenever he found the temple didn't seem normal. They seemed as if something was inside them. Something different. In a way, Cris didn't want to be here. He didn't feel secure here. But, then again, what else did he have? He needed to find his parents. Needed to get them back. The only way he was going to do that was to fight, and the only way to learn to fight was through the teaching he'd recieve here. He was questioning now if he should've gone to the Jedi Order. The man had said that the jedi here were different, and he trusted him. He seemed to have something different that Cris had never seen before, much like the people he had met when he arrived at this place.
Cris'hapris wanted that.