Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

18. Lovers Quarrel

"How did you sleep," Qimir asked, he could sense you were already awake.

You hadn't slept. Your mind was haunting you. It wouldn't let it rest. Nothing had changed since the night where the creature had appeared in your dreams. You hadn't slept for a week. The only thing keeping you alive was the force. You could not tell Qimir, you knew better.

The force had told you to stay and to learn. You listened. Now, your body just needed to heal, and when you were strong enough you were preparing to face Qimir. The other half of the relic was going to be yours. Then you were going to take his ship, with him in cuffs and return to Coruscant where he would be brought to justice. The force would tell you when it was time. You only needed to be patient.

"I'm going for a walk," You said, standing up, and with the force called for your lightsaber. You felt the cold metal in your hand. You pressed your lips as you leaned down and picked up your robe.

You didn't give Qimir a chance to speak before you were out of the cave. The wind was harsh against your face as you climbed the mountain top. The soil was rich, animals were singing and the sun even hid behind the clouds. All signs telling the story of a healthy planet, but you had felt the unbalance. Something dark, cruel was hiding under the surface and for the first time in a long week, you felt safe to say that this darkness did not actually come from Qimir.

It pained you to admit, but behind every cruel action excuteded by Qimir, that he believed to be righteous, including killing Jecki, it was not only darkness inside of him. Deep down, it was... hope. If it was for you to discover, you were not sure. The force had a bigger mission for you, and you would do as it told you to. You finally had gotten to the top. You looked out, soaking in every bit of information. The placement of his plane and the model, the other caves that seemed to room darkness, the movement of the wind. You sat down, your legs in a mediating position. You closed you're eyes.

A little smile appeared on your face as you felt you're body levitated. The force was embracing you. Everything got silent, beside the wind who changed it's tune. Suddenly it sounded like an instrument, trying to play you a song. It hit every note, but the song felt rushed, like it needed to slow down. You tried to listen closer, you recognised this song. It was an ancient song, from your home planet Nórovegr. You lifted up your right hand, slowing down the song. This song was normally a festive song, one that would be played once a year for the celebration of the longest day with light, but now – the song was being played wrong.

From beautiful major notes of positive cheer, it suddenly held notes of sadness, of alarm. False minor notes, corrupting the beautiful song of the light. You pressed your eyes together harder, tryng to focus. Was the force telling you something was wrong on Nórovegr? Was that truly where you needed to be, or did it just try to speak to you through a new shape. Suddenly appearing in the darkness, galatic notes appeared from you. You're eyes followed them into one of the caves. You're right hand reached out, now healed by the force, as you swung it out in a shift movement, landing on both your feet.

You could not go in their blind. You had learned from you're past mistakes. The other matter on you're hand was the fact that you needed time. Only one person could truly teach you the way of this island. You did not like relying on him, but you understood you were left with little choice. You could sense his presence as he was walking out of the cage, seemingly to be heading for the little pool on the other side of the island. It didn't take long for you to catch up with him.