Post by Bourne on Jun 24, 2010 18:27:36 GMT -5
Dark currents of the force flowed threw him as he kneeled in his small room. His mask, and all black attire still was still covering, including his armor. The force manipulated and understood time, itself. His actions were predestined. All was predestined. It was decided, long in the past, that he should be kneeling here in the present. What was chosen in the future, was already known to the force in the present. Free will was nonexistent on such high planes, except the will of the force. But that didn’t stop other’s will, if powerful enough, to defy such will. Such was the way of Hollow, he did not serve the will of the force; he served those who could control and understand such an energy.
He had been learning quickly. A clear flask of water could be dyed any color. His mind was as close to being completely fluid as possible, even the crystal knowledge he learned could be altered the next day if told differently. This adaptive nature was his greatest strength, for it may take years for one to acquire knowledge, but it required no time in the universe to simply understand how to adapt.
All changed before him, and he with it. His mind changed, as his eyes opened, looking out of the dark glass covering the face of his helmet. Those gazing at him would see a light-armored shadow crouching in the room, with a featureless helmet, save for that glass. His stance changed, as he stood. And the light changed as blood-shaded light echoed threw the room, as his lightsaber flew to his hand and ignited with a light crackle. The mechanics in his mind had decided on this very moment to practice, he had no true control over it--he didn’t even have control over his understand of this dark truth.
The crimson stripe in the room swerved into burning streaks and then infernos, as Hollow twirled it quicker and more liberally. It’s sound also blurring passed the detection of his ears, sounding streaked itself. Motioned ceased for a moment, as the weapon appeared in the center of his body, holding it up to his face. The reflection was red appeared over the black of his helmet, before gracefully moving again. This time, his body moving with it. Each of his movements now adapting to the flexibility of the blade. In his hands, was the palace of peace.
He had been learning quickly. A clear flask of water could be dyed any color. His mind was as close to being completely fluid as possible, even the crystal knowledge he learned could be altered the next day if told differently. This adaptive nature was his greatest strength, for it may take years for one to acquire knowledge, but it required no time in the universe to simply understand how to adapt.
All changed before him, and he with it. His mind changed, as his eyes opened, looking out of the dark glass covering the face of his helmet. Those gazing at him would see a light-armored shadow crouching in the room, with a featureless helmet, save for that glass. His stance changed, as he stood. And the light changed as blood-shaded light echoed threw the room, as his lightsaber flew to his hand and ignited with a light crackle. The mechanics in his mind had decided on this very moment to practice, he had no true control over it--he didn’t even have control over his understand of this dark truth.
The crimson stripe in the room swerved into burning streaks and then infernos, as Hollow twirled it quicker and more liberally. It’s sound also blurring passed the detection of his ears, sounding streaked itself. Motioned ceased for a moment, as the weapon appeared in the center of his body, holding it up to his face. The reflection was red appeared over the black of his helmet, before gracefully moving again. This time, his body moving with it. Each of his movements now adapting to the flexibility of the blade. In his hands, was the palace of peace.