Heero Luna
Jan 20th, 2003, 05:08:35 PM
Awaiting the ‘Sith Demon’.
Luna spent the morning of his third day in the palace much in the same manner he’d spent the past two. He woke early to the smell of freshly baked bread and once again found his breakfast, neatly presented to him upon a table to the foot of his bed. After which he fell back to sleep for a couple of hours. Then for the rest of the morning he sat, looking over the Eastern sea. His room was obviously situated on the eastern wing of the palace and its large, stained glass window was situated directly central, to a single arm chair. Normally he found such solitude, a real bore, but these past days had changed the young, ex padawan. He seemed to relish the peace and quiet the palace had to offer. Generally he felt good, better than he’d felt in months. His room had a good feeling about it. He’d, at last, seemed to shake off his head troubles, (As he called them) and actually start to regain his control of the force.
So there he sat, looking over the ocean of red. He’d spent some 21 hours in that seat over the time he’d been there and over that time he’d hardly managed to stray his thoughts from the strange meeting with the man in white gowns. After all, he was his host, even if he’d failed to appear again since the night they met. Infact Luna hadn’t seen a single being since his arrival on Corelia. Only that one man, on the night he’d arrived. The Sith Demon who’d handed him his most memorable lesson in power. Painful though it was, It remained an intreage in his mind.
He spoke to the ocean before him. “Malice Draclau!” He’d at last remembered the name given to him by the Sith master asif It’d been planted in his head suddenly. “I wait on you Malice Draclau.”
Though the door to his room wasn’t locked, he’d never felt the need to venture out.’Whoever dwelt in this wonderful place would surely come to him, when the need arose’ he’d often thought to himself. So there he sat, with full contentment, waiting.
Luna spent the morning of his third day in the palace much in the same manner he’d spent the past two. He woke early to the smell of freshly baked bread and once again found his breakfast, neatly presented to him upon a table to the foot of his bed. After which he fell back to sleep for a couple of hours. Then for the rest of the morning he sat, looking over the Eastern sea. His room was obviously situated on the eastern wing of the palace and its large, stained glass window was situated directly central, to a single arm chair. Normally he found such solitude, a real bore, but these past days had changed the young, ex padawan. He seemed to relish the peace and quiet the palace had to offer. Generally he felt good, better than he’d felt in months. His room had a good feeling about it. He’d, at last, seemed to shake off his head troubles, (As he called them) and actually start to regain his control of the force.
So there he sat, looking over the ocean of red. He’d spent some 21 hours in that seat over the time he’d been there and over that time he’d hardly managed to stray his thoughts from the strange meeting with the man in white gowns. After all, he was his host, even if he’d failed to appear again since the night they met. Infact Luna hadn’t seen a single being since his arrival on Corelia. Only that one man, on the night he’d arrived. The Sith Demon who’d handed him his most memorable lesson in power. Painful though it was, It remained an intreage in his mind.
He spoke to the ocean before him. “Malice Draclau!” He’d at last remembered the name given to him by the Sith master asif It’d been planted in his head suddenly. “I wait on you Malice Draclau.”
Though the door to his room wasn’t locked, he’d never felt the need to venture out.’Whoever dwelt in this wonderful place would surely come to him, when the need arose’ he’d often thought to himself. So there he sat, with full contentment, waiting.