Having arrived to Ajan Kloss just moments prior, he found himself in a clearing of jungle, lost in the shadows of large branches and thick foliage. His world was spinning, he felt uneasy and he had spent all his credits booking his passage here. He had arrived on but a word, and already he could hear Master Silla's voice echoing in his head, in all its rasp.
Go to Ajan Kloss. The Force will lead you where you need to be.
The moon was a furnace compared to Fort Ypso, it's air thick with moisture and already rivulets of sweat cascaded down his forehead in beads. The jungle was almost suffocating, its very leaves so teeming with life that the cry of insects was deafening; it was a sea of viridian stolen from his wildest dreams of what lay beyond the icy mountains of Vandor. He had never been so surrounded by life, yet felt so alone and lost.
He didn't like it.
Before the tides of Ajan Kloss would drown him however, he regained his composure and shed the top layer of his poncho, draping it over his shoulder. Reassuring himself, he let his fingers trace over the cold surface of his lightsaber hilt, tucked away and hidden neatly at his side. He hoped he wouldn't have to make use of it, but still, knowing it was there brought him some comfort. It reminded him that he was a Jedi, that he should be vigilant and brave. In the back of his head, he had hoped Master Silla would have came with him. This was his first time without his protective wing hovering over him.
Grass protested under his feet, his footfall barely audible against the leaf-cushioned ground as he began to finally make his way through ferns and vines, brushing them aside, mustering what courage he had to carry onward, without any idea of where he was going. The Force would lead him? The very concept of the phrase brought nothing but doubt; as long as he had studied to be a Jedi Knight, he always had trouble putting his full faith in The Force. He always imagined it was more of a tool than a guide of destinies. Was a Jedi temple supposed to appear out of the aether, hidden betwixt and between all this green?
Maybe he wasn't the prodigy his father wanted after all. But prodigy or not, he had nowhere else to go.
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