Silent Reckonings [Yord Fandar x OC]

Prologue

The corridors of the Jedi Temple hummed with the quiet grace of disciplined footsteps and the muted whispers of focused minds. Beneath this serene facade, however, Elara Tannis found herself ensnared by a different kind of allure. Every day, she navigated her way through the labyrinth of the Temple, her path often intersecting with the training grounds where Jedi Masters and Knights practiced their skills.

It was during these moments, as she observed from the shadows, that Elara's thoughts wandered into uncharted territories. Her eyes, always seeking the discipline and strength embodied by the Jedi, found themselves irresistibly drawn to one Knight in particular: Yord Fandar. Tall and commanding, with a presence that seemed to absorb the light around him, Yord captivated her in a way that defied her training.

She watched him as he guided his Padawan through intricate forms and precise strikes, each movement fluid and deliberate. There was a magnetism in his every gesture, a silent strength that spoke louder than words. Elara's admiration, though she frequently labeled it as such, began to intertwine with something deeper—an inexplicable pull that made her heart race and her breath catch.

Each time she caught herself lingering longer than necessary, she hurriedly chastised her feelings. "It's only admiration,"
she reassured herself, "a Padawan's respect for a Knight's skill." But as the days turned into weeks, and her fleeting glances became longer, Elara found it increasingly difficult to dismiss the warmth spreading through her chest.

In her solitary moments, away from the training grounds and the prying eyes of the Temple, Elara wrestled with her emotions. The Jedi code dictated a path of detachment and duty, yet here she was, feeling something she struggled to understand. It was easier to dismiss it as mere admiration, but as she continued to watch Yord with a growing fascination, Elara knew she could no longer ignore the shifting currents of her heart.