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Talorin - ex-Student  |
this is just a short story that I had written, tell me what you think. Memories of the Dark Lord Talorin …It all started a life time ago, on a remote planet Narooni, don’t bother looking at star charts in attempts to find it- its not there any more. In a small village on the southern continent near a beautiful crystal clear lake. The country side was magnificent and in a near permanent state of frozen glory... the thought alone turns my stomach. But back to the tale, The village. A small assembly of huts, a few fields, and some live stock. Enough to survive. And that is exactly what they all wanted - mere survival... all but one - me. I saw no reason to exist in such a timid way, I had no desire to herd animals and to plant crops. I wanted more. But alas, the first 10 years of my life were spent a disgruntled serf, watching the damned animals, and planting purple seeds that would grow into greenish eatable plants. My father was always around, helping, laughing, smiling a lot. So was my mother. They had a good life, they wanted nothing more. I did. By the age of 12 I pondering a question, a question which I could find no answer to, why did I look nothing like my parents? Why was I so unhappy with what seemed to satisfy everybody else? Why was I special... and how? One evening, walking towards our hut, after yet another day of watching the silly beasts, that were too stupid to try and run away, I saw a gathering of people in front of the door. The entire village was there. The men - grim expressions; he women - tears. I walked as in a dream, desperately trying to guess what could have happened. But as luck would have it, I did not need to. As soon as a neighbor saw me, she ran towards me tears running down her pie-like face, she has been crying for a while that much I could tell, but why...? "Talorin! Tal! dear child... I am so sorry!!" more tears, she grabs me and hugs me. I started getting the impression that something very serious had happened. "Morria... what’s wrong?" I asked. Tears...."its your mother... she ... oh dear child!". My mother... what about my mother..., I wanted to ask, but could not find the words. She kept crying and hugging me, while I just stood there and blinked. After what seemed like an eternity, although probably was less then a minute, Morria's husband walked up to us. He was a short man, with a great red beard, strong as an ox, and always very quite. He was wearing his blacksmith clothes, and a silly cap like hat. Gently but firmly he pulled me away from his wife, and said "Talorin... this is not easy to say, but you are a man, even if a young one, and you need to know. " takes a deep breath " your mother died. ". The world slows down, I notice that the smiths wife starts crying again, and that other neighbors have noticed me and are walking in our direction. I remember vividly the gray color of the sky, the smoke rising from the forge's chimney. Silently I looked at the smith, he let go of my arm, and we started walking towards the hut. The rest of the neighbors reached us, but allowed me through. I approached the door. It was open. Walking in, I saw my father kneeling down beside the bed, on which my mother's corpse laid. He was staring at the fire place, there were no tears. There never will be. He looked up, as if sensing me, and spoke a single phrase "close the door". I did. "Sit down at the table son". Wordlessly I did. He kept staring at the fire place. For a long time it there was silence. Then he spoke "Talorin, your mother is dead. She died while you were out with the herd. Do not ask me questions now, just listen. We raised you as our own son, but you are not of our blood. She loved you, as do I, but there are things in you that I do not understand. You must know your past, at least as much as I can tell you, for this was meant to happen." I stared at him, desperately trying to figure out where this would lead. Strangely I felt no sorrow over my Mother's demise, in fact I felt nothing at all. My father said "12 years ago, there was a great storm, a storm the likes of which we have never seen before, we thought we would all die. At the darkest hour of the night, huddled around the fireplace, we heard a knock. I went to open the door, and out side stood a man in long black robes. He came in silently, carrying you in his arms. Putting you on the bed, he turned to me and said "you will take care of this child, he is my son, and the son of a women who is now dead. He was born mere hours ago, and does not need to know the truth about his parents. I have made a dreadful mistake a long time ago, and now I see the error of my ways. It is too late for me how ever, I will die tonight as well. The forces lined up against me are to great. Take my son, farmer, and make sure he grows up to be one too. Never tell him this, never make him doubt you." I tried protesting "but..." he silenced me with a single look and kept speaking "Should you fail to do as I say, you will bring death to all that you love and care about, this child...is unique... but you have to make him think that he is not." with that, the stranger dropped a bag of gold on the table and walked out in to the night. Later we saw terrible flashes of light in the blue woods, and then a scream of such misery and hatred that it hunted our dreams for years. I tell you this now son because I believe that you have the right to know who you are, and also because with the death of Sarin, I fear that I have already failed to do as the stranger instructed." I stared in to the eyes of the man I called father all those years, and saw only pain. My father died 3 months later from, what the local healer had referred to as "misery". I was left all alone. After my father's funeral, the blacksmith called me into the smithy, sat me down on the anvil, gave me a cup of tea and said "Talorin, you are welcome to stay with me and Morria... if you choose to". Simple, and honest, and good. As always. I looked into the flames burning quietly in the fireplace and thought. After a while I answered "No sir, thank you. I cannot stay here any more." He nodded. We finished the tea. I left. Packing up my few belongings, I left the village under the cover of night, traveling towards where I knew was a small town. The night was cold, the sky gray, and my heart empty of all emotions, but that would not stay true for long. I traveled for hours, not really thinking of anything. I stopped at a small clearance in the forest, and fell asleep. My dreams were troubled by images of men in dark robes, and the emotions of fear, pain and misery. And hatred. I knew not whom I hated, but I hated with all my being. Opening my eyes, I had realized that something changed... it was the ground... no longer covered with snow, but burned to black ashes, it had been, in a circle around me. I stood there and stared at it, and probably would have still been standing there for hours more, if I had not felt a hand touch my shoulder. I turned slowly. Behind me stood an old man in dirty clothes. He looked at me and I at him for a long time. Then I spoke "what do you want stranger?" he looked at the ground around us, at me, and at the skies. Then he said "you will die if you don’t learn". "learn what?" I said without any interest. taking his hand off my shoulder he said "yourself". He closed his eyes. "What in the name of god are you talking about?", I was getting rather annoyed by this. "There are powers that flow through you that you do not understand, I can teach you, but if you refuse to learn I will cut you down here and now, for if another teaches you will be a tool in the hands of evil. A tool so powerful that you would not be stopped.". Studying his eyes, I saw no trace of humor. He was being serious. Yet I felt no fear. "Then kill me now. I have nothing to loose and i do not with to learn" I said. There was a long silence where I felt the old man lost for words. He stood there shaking his head. "No. I will not kill you, I can not. Yet learn you must. And I am a teacher. You have no choice, you will learn." the next image will stay burned in my mind for ever. He points at me, I see his eyes change in color, and a blue lighting emanate from his outreached hand. I fall. I sleep, I dream. I dream of destruction, wars, death, hatred. I feel no fear, but rage. I dream of killing of destroying. I awake. The old man is sitting cross-legged on a stool in a corner looking at me intensely, he says "good. you are awake.". "where am I, old man..?" I say with a puzzled expression after looking around, we are in a cave on a mountainside, and below us, to the horizon, a great forest outstretches. He says "where we are matters not, suffices to say that we are very far from any one. Let us begin training." For five years, I train under the old man, History, religion, philosophy, and of something called The Force. He tells tails of old ages, of when the Jedi and the Sith ravaged through the galaxy in titanic battles. Of acts of honor and rage, of heroism unmatched and unbelievable trickery. Then he tells me about a third order, the order of which he is the last master. The gray ones. the ones that stand neutral between the Sith and the Jedi. And he says how important they are, how it is they that keep the balance. And that I am the one he has been looking for. All his life. I listen I learn. Five year after the night of our encounter, the old man walks up to me while I am meditating and says "it is time for your final trial Talorin, it is time to see if I have chosen the right student." I look at him and say "and what will it be this time? running on walls? jumping from tree to tree, of levitating?" For the first time he laughs. Shakes his head and says "No. I will look into your heart, it must be pure, no emotions, good or evil must dwell there. If you are ready, as i think you are, I will teach you all the secrets of our order, if you are not, you will die." I nod "I am ready, master. look.". He places his palm on me head, closes his eyes, and stares right into my heart, all my dreams, fears, and desires are reviled to him, he seems content. I do not know for how long I will be able to hide my rage from him, or what will happen when he sees it. I picture a closed chest with the rage inside. I hide in the deepest darkest corner of my being. My teacher finds and opens it. A black reddish could of pure hatred is released. Hatred for my Father dieing and leaving me alone. Hatred for my parents lying to me, hatred and rage and anger for everything. I realize in a half conscious state that the old man is struggling for breath. I realize that I am holding him by the throat with my bare hand, I hear a breaking sound. I see him fall to the floor. I laugh. I laugh. I laugh. And in that state of crazed laughter a ghost appears before me. I can sense its darkness and ancientness. I feel its power. I am awed. It speaks "...you are the one we feared you could have devastated us... yet you killed your master, the darkness with in you was stronger then we thought... you will serve us well... if you choose so... or you may choose to oppose us and join the light... join with those who slaughtered your father when he begged for forgiveness... join those who understand not what they do and merely want our annihilation..." The specter disappears. -End of part one- _______________ For Honor and Glory |
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