It was a nice day at the Yavin temple as long as your name wasn't Crix Aran. Okay, fine, so it wasn't that bad for Crix, but the Trial of the Flesh had a reputation for being unpleasant by everyone's standards. Many had the "fortune" of completing their trials in combat these days, but such was not the case for Crix. Nor had it been the case for Zathria.
She still remembered her own Trial of the Flesh had been conducted in the same manner that she would perform Crix's today. In truth, it was an irregular method, but far less barbaric than some of the borderline-torture methods of some of the ancient days of the Order. The fact that she was primarily a member of the Jedi Healers, however, only leant further support to the idea that he might endure some agonizing physical suffering that could only be healed by someone with her particular talents.
While fear wasn't something that Zathria typically wanted to drum up in people, she did nothing to dispel these fears today. Master Skywalker had once said that "confronting fear was the destiny of a Jedi." That was what Crix would have to do today.
The room that Zathria had chosen to begin the trial was relatively empty. It was typically a sparring room, and at one side of the room was a helmet. It had actually taken a significant amount of effort for Zathria to procure it, but she had finally managed it.
So while the Echani waited, she meditated, levitating several feet in the air as she awaited the arrival of the Padawan.
She still remembered her own Trial of the Flesh had been conducted in the same manner that she would perform Crix's today. In truth, it was an irregular method, but far less barbaric than some of the borderline-torture methods of some of the ancient days of the Order. The fact that she was primarily a member of the Jedi Healers, however, only leant further support to the idea that he might endure some agonizing physical suffering that could only be healed by someone with her particular talents.
While fear wasn't something that Zathria typically wanted to drum up in people, she did nothing to dispel these fears today. Master Skywalker had once said that "confronting fear was the destiny of a Jedi." That was what Crix would have to do today.
The room that Zathria had chosen to begin the trial was relatively empty. It was typically a sparring room, and at one side of the room was a helmet. It had actually taken a significant amount of effort for Zathria to procure it, but she had finally managed it.
So while the Echani waited, she meditated, levitating several feet in the air as she awaited the arrival of the Padawan.