(Old) Avatar the Last Airbender - Jedi Outcast (Remastered)

Chapter 10 - The Fortune Teller (Part I)

Ben's scream riddled through the campground. His fevered insane cry launched him forward as he pushed off the sheets from his bed roll. His sweating frame visible to see as the lumps of sweat dripped from his face and down his nose.

His hair was plastered to the back of his neck as his frantic and coarse breathing echoed along the campground.

Aang's form shot up, the wind circulating around him as he launched himself quickly to his feet. Sokka, panicking as he frantically tried to grab his boomerang. Katara, tried to get herself out of her sleeping bag to only trip over it.

"What's going on!" Sokka slashed at the air with his boomerang. The layers of darkness clouding his eyes. "Are we being attacked!" He anxiously breathed out, his weapon still swiping through the air.

Ben's hollowed breath echoed through the campground. His eyes clamped shut as his palm went to his face. After a second, he parted his mouth to speak.

"No...no...just a nightmare." Ben panted out. The other three began to slowly calm down, Ben's lumbering form sitting straight up as he hunched over his bed roll. It had been a whole week ever since him and Meetra had begun his training and he once again decided to follow the path of the Jedi Knight.

Force ability training and trying to teach himself lightsaber forms. At first it was hard for Ben to learn again, the dull of the alcohol and the smokes limited his potential with the force. Even so, after merely a week he had seen progress.

Maybe it was due to the excessive alcohol and smokes that were still in his system but as they began to be filtered out, he began to feel slightly better. His body felt lighter, and his breath didn't feel as heavy as it once was anymore. The force as well didn't feel as much as an echo as it once was.

Even so...the demons of the night had begun to haunt him again. He was a fool, believing that his sudden proclamation as a Jedi Knight would have stopped the memories that have haunted him to leave him alone.

There were times as well...where he would lose control over his left hand. His fingers clenching and unclenching as the shakiness of his palm spasmed throughout this core. He would have to use his right hand to level it down. Sometimes...violet sparks would emit from his fingertips, uncontrolled and unrestrained.

He was back there, twelve years old with his double-bladed lightsaber. He could feel it at times, the force heightening the senses of the dream world. It was almost like he was reliving a memory...like he was back in the massive jungles of Eres III, back in the Mandalorian Wars.

His palm went to his face, his eyes closed as he tried to still his breathing and to relax. He was back there in those dreams at times...back in that jungle, they didn't know anything. They were just kids who just reached the ranks of knighthood, there were many like Benjamin who were merely apprentices who were swayed by Malak and Revan to join them.

Left thinking that the war was going to become an adventure, that the council were being fools just like around the Exar Kun Wars. Choosing to not get involved and the republic would eventually be paid the price for it, they won the war just in time, by the skin of their teeth in the very end. Though, it was the farthest thing from an adventure...it was a hell.

The mandalorians set fire to that jungle...they burned it, the fires that still burnt even after all these years. Ben's breathing went shallow, his eyes not glossy anymore. Now they were full of rage and hate...

'It was the Jedi's fault! They allowed children to fight their war for them...they turned me into this, they broke me!' Ben's thoughts exploded in his head. The dreams forcing him to relive the hellish memories of his past.