Daen C'allyx
Dec 5th, 2003, 03:23:48 PM
The training room was illuminated only by the cool gray light (that was more shadow than anything), that always came before dawn. It was a curious sight in the Jedi temple, seeming almost to be rising out of the stone floors themselves and reaching like a multitude of hands to the farthest corners of the rooms. There was the normal pre-day hush about the corridors, interupted now and again by an odd sound.
It was a series of soft gasps, the kind made when someone inhales and ehales sharply--perhaps when exerting themselves. However there was a contanied quality to the noise that signalled whoever it was making them was trying to be quiet.
Inside the room Daen C'allyx was hanging from a chin up bar, drenched in persperation. He was midway up to the bar and shaking with the effort. It almost seemed as if he weren't moving at all, merely hanging, but oh-so-slowly he was moving upwards.
A year ago this had been easy. The young Jedi padawan and his best friend Jeb had often raced each other to see who could get to fifty first. That had been before the mission that had taken his masters life, and his own strength. Though it had been a full year now Daen was only just recovering physically. He had gained weight and--taking it as a hopeful sign--had now decided to rebuild his body.
It was harder than he though.
"...Uh..."
His eyes scrunched shut as he tried to lift himself further. From his appearance Daen looked as if he had been doing multitudes of chin-ups. The truth was that he was trying to finish up his third. The bar was wobbling as he strained red-faced to get to the top. He wasn't going up. But he wasn't going down either. It was a single thought...fear, rather, that wouldn't let him let go.
I can't do it...
It was a series of soft gasps, the kind made when someone inhales and ehales sharply--perhaps when exerting themselves. However there was a contanied quality to the noise that signalled whoever it was making them was trying to be quiet.
Inside the room Daen C'allyx was hanging from a chin up bar, drenched in persperation. He was midway up to the bar and shaking with the effort. It almost seemed as if he weren't moving at all, merely hanging, but oh-so-slowly he was moving upwards.
A year ago this had been easy. The young Jedi padawan and his best friend Jeb had often raced each other to see who could get to fifty first. That had been before the mission that had taken his masters life, and his own strength. Though it had been a full year now Daen was only just recovering physically. He had gained weight and--taking it as a hopeful sign--had now decided to rebuild his body.
It was harder than he though.
"...Uh..."
His eyes scrunched shut as he tried to lift himself further. From his appearance Daen looked as if he had been doing multitudes of chin-ups. The truth was that he was trying to finish up his third. The bar was wobbling as he strained red-faced to get to the top. He wasn't going up. But he wasn't going down either. It was a single thought...fear, rather, that wouldn't let him let go.
I can't do it...