3rd Person
Pride is often a mask.
Adi
Darkness.
Cold.
Frigid, glacial cold, plaguing every nerve on my skin.
Unsealing my eyelids was a difficult, delicate task, as the subzero temperatures had frozen them shut.
Nonetheless, I did successfully open my eyes... eventually.
I quickly sat up, taking in my surroundings.
I was alone.
Furthermore, I seemed to be incarcerated.
Dull-gray metal walls imprisoned me on all sides, complete with a ceiling and floor of the same material.
Yet, my enclosure was anything but cramped. Rather, it was nearly boundless.
Curious to investigate my predicament, as well as curious as to how I'd gotten here, I began to wander along one of the walls.
All throughout my aimless odyssey, the cold hung over me.
Originally, it had stung. It was initially painful, sharp to the senses.
Yet, it gradually numbed my senses, both physical and mental, until I felt nothing.
The cold tempered my wild emotions, purifying my state of mind.
It was familiar... safe.
Suddenly, I discovered an armored door ingrained in the wall.
After unbolting the heavy gate, I escaped my confinement...
Or so I thought.
Once I was on the other side, I found myself staring at another wall.
I wandered along this next wall for a time, executing the same process as done prior.
Eventually, I discovered another door...
And another wall on the other side.
Again and again, the cycle repeated.
As I wandered throughout the dull-gray, metal labyrinth, the cold followed me.
"Shoooooooooooooooooooooooo."
Finally, I heard something other than my own footsteps.
The sound of wind howling.
I advanced toward the sound's source.
"Clang! Clang!"
Without warning, a second sound jumped into the fray.
Peering ahead, I spotted a pair of petite hands banging against a collection of metal bars sculpted into the walls.
The hands were so small... they could only have been from a child.
Detecting my presence, the young prisoner reached out toward me, as if to cry for help.
Evidently, they were trapped in a prison of their own.
A cell.
The inside of the cell was utterly obscured by a veil of darkness, causing the child to be completely silhouetted.
Though... judging by the outline of head-tendrils next to the child's head, they appeared to be Tholothian.
When I finally stood in front of the helpless child's cell, I initially reached for their hand.
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The Weakest Jedi
Fanfiction*OC version of The Weakest Jedi.* The story of a young boy and his foolish dream. Born into the hellish underworld of Coruscant, Zevon was found by the Jedi at a young age and welcomed into the order. There's a slight problem, though... Zevon's forc...
