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bjornwilde) wrote2013-05-23 11:51 am
bjornwilde) wrote2013-05-23 11:51 am
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Ficlet-There is no death, there is the Force
For days after the death of Master Tyvokka, Quinlan tried to meditate and find peace but it was elusive. The young padawan had tried everything; lightsaber forms, silent meditations, moving meditations, even floating meditations--though he always had trouble with that one. All met with inconsistant success. The times he was able to reach peace were few but always the death would cross his mind, disturbing his center and he would experience the visions of his parents death all over again.
Finally, his master, Tholme, gave up trying to lead the boy to peace and instead took him away from the Jedi Temple to yet another mission. Perhaps the boy would find peace in activity.
The night was chill and the lights of Coruscant twinkled and shifted in their dance but Quinlan barely noticed. He had had another nightmare and woke screaming as he felt his parents death all over again, their souls devoured by the Anzati vampires who not only killed them but devoured their memories. Not for the first time, he felt the burning hatred for his Aunt who had forced him to read his mother's medallion after her body was discovered to find clues to the cause of their deaths.
But hate was a path to the Dark Side and so he struggled to take a calming breath. His heart calmed and he felt the hate fade but he could do nothing for the fear of death that remained, nor the tears of grief the wind froze on his cheeks.
Finally, his master, Tholme, gave up trying to lead the boy to peace and instead took him away from the Jedi Temple to yet another mission. Perhaps the boy would find peace in activity.
The night was chill and the lights of Coruscant twinkled and shifted in their dance but Quinlan barely noticed. He had had another nightmare and woke screaming as he felt his parents death all over again, their souls devoured by the Anzati vampires who not only killed them but devoured their memories. Not for the first time, he felt the burning hatred for his Aunt who had forced him to read his mother's medallion after her body was discovered to find clues to the cause of their deaths.
But hate was a path to the Dark Side and so he struggled to take a calming breath. His heart calmed and he felt the hate fade but he could do nothing for the fear of death that remained, nor the tears of grief the wind froze on his cheeks.