Silent Reckonings [Yord Fandar x OC]

Chapter 32

The training hall buzzed with the hum of lightsabers and the eager chatter of young Padawans. Master Sol and Master Norin stood at the center, their authoritative presence commanding the attention of the trainees. Elara stood beside them, her lightsaber glowing a brilliant light purple, ready to assist in the demonstration.

Master Norin turned to the Padawans, his voice calm and instructive. "Today, we will focus on lightsaber combat execution. Watch closely as Elara and I demonstrate the techniques."

Elara's heart pounded as she faced her former master, their lightsabers clashing in a series of precise, fluid movements. The Padawans watched in awe, their eyes wide with admiration. The duel was a dance of light and skill, each strike and parry showcasing the mastery Elara had achieved.

After a few minutes, Master Norin stepped back and deactivated his lightsaber. "Now, pair up and practice what you've seen. Use your practice lightsabers and remember, precision and control are key."

The Padawans quickly paired off, their enthusiasm palpable as they began to spar. Elara moved among them, offering guidance and corrections, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of the mission and her father.

An hour later, Master Sol dismissed the Padawans. "Good work, everyone. Keep practicing and refining your skills."

As the trainees dispersed, Elara lingered, nervously trailing behind Master Norin. He sensed her hesitation and paused, turning to face her. "Elara, what is it?"

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "Master Norin, are there any updates on the mission? Or on my father?"

Master Sol, who had been listening nearby, stepped closer. "We were about to discuss that with you, Elara. We have a new lead."

Elara's heart skipped a beat. "A new lead? What is it?"

Master Norin's expression was serious. "We've received information that the Sith is still alive. We plan to resume the mission."

A surge of determination coursed through Elara. "I want to join you."

Master Norin shook his head, his eyes filled with concern. "No, Elara. You have personal ties to the Sith. It will complicate the mission."

Elara's brows furrowed in confusion and frustration. "What ties? I barely know him."

Master Sol exchanged a glance with Master Norin before speaking. "It's not about how well you know him. It's about the emotional connection, the past encounters. They can cloud your judgment."

Elara's voice trembled with suppressed emotion. "I can handle it. I've proven myself."

Master Norin placed a hand on her shoulder, his grip firm yet comforting. "We trust your abilities, Elara. But this mission requires absolute focus. Your emotions are still too entangled with this Sith."

Elara pulled away, her eyes flashing with defiance. "So, I'm just supposed to sit here and do nothing?"

Master Sol sighed, his expression sympathetic but resolute. "It's not about doing nothing. It's about ensuring the mission's success. You'll be kept informed, I promise."

Elara's shoulders slumped, feeling a mix of anger, frustration, and helplessness. "Fine. But don't shut me out completely."

Master Norin nodded. "We won't. Trust us to handle this."

As Master Sol and Master Norin began to walk away, Elara hesitated, a lingering question weighing on her mind. Gathering her courage, she awkwardly called out, "Master Norin, is... is Yord still part of the mission?"