Daen C'allyx
Dec 12th, 2003, 03:58:21 AM
There were so many beings walking by on the pedwalk below that Daen felt certain this would be easy.
Talk, as the saying went, was cheap.
He had trained with the Jedi since he was seven, and by all accounts the young man should have had a range of capabilities by now. And he had until a year ago. The mind worked in mysterious ways, did things that weren't always fair. "Erasing" all his recollection of his training somehow went beyond the category of unfair.
Daen knew the process well enough. Calm yourself, find your center. Expand your senses. Reach out with the Force. Feel., yadda yadda yadda, it was old hat. But he couldn't do it anymore.
Until today. Today was the day that he would do it again.
Turning away from the window from which he gazed, Daen took a slow breath to ease the tension in his shoulders. He sat down in the training room, cross-legged, and closed his eyes. Concentrating intently the chestnut-haired seventeen-year-old cleared his mind and maintained his breathing. This was it.
The moment of truth.
Tentatively Daen reached out for the Force, that familiar entity that had always been rather easily accessable to him. Only this time, like every other attempt made in the last few months (two), failed. He could vaguely sense the Force but he couldn't take hold of it, couldn't grasp it even slightly. It was like sand slipping through his fingers, or water lapping over just the tips of his toes; so close, and yet unreachable.
It was becoming frustrating.
Daen was uncertain enough about using the Force again, and this incapability was only adding to his ever-growing opinion that he was to remain forever in the dark. Because that was exactly what it was like.
Since he'd been a baby there had always been the soothing presence of the Force. Daen had never really realized how big a part it played in his life. Until it had been taken away.
The first time had been a year ago. Events had led to the capture of the young Padawan and his then-Master Iro Kann. They had been exposed to many forms of torture, but the one that had had the most profound effect on Daen was the collars. Force-dampening clamps that encased the neck. Suddenly Daen had been shut out, losing his only intact sense. It was like being blind, in a cold, dark room. Now it was happening again.
Only this time there were no collars. There was no reason why it should have kept happening.
Unless...
Was he still capable of being a Jedi? Daen wasn't so arrogant as to assume that he knew the will of the Force but maybe that was it. Maybe he was never to complete his journey as an Apprentice.
The thought left a heavy lump in his stomach. Wearily Daen opened his eyes, only one of which retained sight, and sighed. Though the room was empty he looked around as if speaking to a group of people.
"What do you want from me?"
Talk, as the saying went, was cheap.
He had trained with the Jedi since he was seven, and by all accounts the young man should have had a range of capabilities by now. And he had until a year ago. The mind worked in mysterious ways, did things that weren't always fair. "Erasing" all his recollection of his training somehow went beyond the category of unfair.
Daen knew the process well enough. Calm yourself, find your center. Expand your senses. Reach out with the Force. Feel., yadda yadda yadda, it was old hat. But he couldn't do it anymore.
Until today. Today was the day that he would do it again.
Turning away from the window from which he gazed, Daen took a slow breath to ease the tension in his shoulders. He sat down in the training room, cross-legged, and closed his eyes. Concentrating intently the chestnut-haired seventeen-year-old cleared his mind and maintained his breathing. This was it.
The moment of truth.
Tentatively Daen reached out for the Force, that familiar entity that had always been rather easily accessable to him. Only this time, like every other attempt made in the last few months (two), failed. He could vaguely sense the Force but he couldn't take hold of it, couldn't grasp it even slightly. It was like sand slipping through his fingers, or water lapping over just the tips of his toes; so close, and yet unreachable.
It was becoming frustrating.
Daen was uncertain enough about using the Force again, and this incapability was only adding to his ever-growing opinion that he was to remain forever in the dark. Because that was exactly what it was like.
Since he'd been a baby there had always been the soothing presence of the Force. Daen had never really realized how big a part it played in his life. Until it had been taken away.
The first time had been a year ago. Events had led to the capture of the young Padawan and his then-Master Iro Kann. They had been exposed to many forms of torture, but the one that had had the most profound effect on Daen was the collars. Force-dampening clamps that encased the neck. Suddenly Daen had been shut out, losing his only intact sense. It was like being blind, in a cold, dark room. Now it was happening again.
Only this time there were no collars. There was no reason why it should have kept happening.
Unless...
Was he still capable of being a Jedi? Daen wasn't so arrogant as to assume that he knew the will of the Force but maybe that was it. Maybe he was never to complete his journey as an Apprentice.
The thought left a heavy lump in his stomach. Wearily Daen opened his eyes, only one of which retained sight, and sighed. Though the room was empty he looked around as if speaking to a group of people.
"What do you want from me?"