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For weeks now, there has been a gnawing feeling in the pit of Reilu's stomach. For weeks now, he has learned how to meditate and place himself within the force for its guidance. For weeks now, he had honed the skills he had learned in the jungles of Endor. For weeks now, he has worked on making himself better and for all of this, nothing has changed. The gnawing would only grow. From the thing that felt the size of his pinky had grown into what felt like the size of his fist and continuing to grow.
For two days, Reilu allowed himself nothing but meditation to hopefully bring an answer to the peculiar issue happening. He swam through the force until he arrived at another gnawing feeling, his father's lightsaber. The one he recreated even though it didn't work ignite for him any longer. He knew that it wouldn't ignite because he chose to move on his own path instead of honouring his father.
When he came out of his exhausting meditation, he opened his eyes and withdrew his father's lightsaber. With a hot fury directed at himself, and a defiance for his father's saber, he clicked the ignition on his father's lightsaber and watched as it blazed to life and held true; something it hadn't done since the crystal cave. He was amazed in the moment, his mind clear on the picture of his father he could barely remember, just the hair he shared with him. The lightsaber wavered at the exact moment his thoughts did and vanished as soon as his concentration was removed.
It was what he needed in order to give his coming actions solidification in his mind. He rose from his spot and reached through the force to acquire his own lightsaber. He sheathed his father's inside his vest and his own along his back, balancing the meter long hilt so equal amounts sprouted from his shoulder and opposing hip. He rearranged his room so things were back in their place before leaving the room and eventually the academy.
He found himself not walking blindly, but offering himself to the force; something he had grown used to over the passed weeks. Without much thought, Reilu found himself walking towards the general archives. He wasn't sure what he would find there, but he knew that he would need to start there.
For two days, Reilu allowed himself nothing but meditation to hopefully bring an answer to the peculiar issue happening. He swam through the force until he arrived at another gnawing feeling, his father's lightsaber. The one he recreated even though it didn't work ignite for him any longer. He knew that it wouldn't ignite because he chose to move on his own path instead of honouring his father.
When he came out of his exhausting meditation, he opened his eyes and withdrew his father's lightsaber. With a hot fury directed at himself, and a defiance for his father's saber, he clicked the ignition on his father's lightsaber and watched as it blazed to life and held true; something it hadn't done since the crystal cave. He was amazed in the moment, his mind clear on the picture of his father he could barely remember, just the hair he shared with him. The lightsaber wavered at the exact moment his thoughts did and vanished as soon as his concentration was removed.
It was what he needed in order to give his coming actions solidification in his mind. He rose from his spot and reached through the force to acquire his own lightsaber. He sheathed his father's inside his vest and his own along his back, balancing the meter long hilt so equal amounts sprouted from his shoulder and opposing hip. He rearranged his room so things were back in their place before leaving the room and eventually the academy.
He found himself not walking blindly, but offering himself to the force; something he had grown used to over the passed weeks. Without much thought, Reilu found himself walking towards the general archives. He wasn't sure what he would find there, but he knew that he would need to start there.