It Takes Two (Qimir FF) - English Version

Dreams need to get controlled

The training room was only a minute away and as we arrived there, Yord said goodbye. He would go to the meditation room, now. I would be training with Sol. Even though it wasn't a regulary thing, that we trained together. Normaly our groups and partners get chosen out of there midichlorians in their blood. The more of the midichlorian present in your blood, the stronger you're group will be you get chosen into. I was way stronger than Sol. But it was his wish.

„Hey Sol...", I said hello, as I stepped into the room and got my lightsaber out.
"Hey...", he repeated, looking through the traininglightsabers. As a Jedi, an apprentice, Jedi Master and Jedi Knight, it wasn't usual to train with real lightsabers.

But I did it anyway, even though there was a high risk of hurting somebody with it.

It all starteds with a curious and jokingly mind. Yord and I were trying it out, so we were strong enough in a real fight. But after some tries (and burns all over our bodies), wie didn't continue.

A few months later, we came back from a mission. After it... we changed, you could say.
We didn't train with the traininglightsabers after that anymore. Not when we were training together.

As Sol contacted me, I was a little surprised abput it, as he said I should train with him like with Yord, too. I felt a strong wave of angst and hate as he asked me. But I didn't refuse. It was his wish. So it was his risk, too.

But I was still beholding myself, not sure if I should attack him with the lightsaber right now. Something inside of Sol changed. And I couldn't say that it was his curiosity. Something hit Sol. Something that hurt him from inside. But I didn't want to ask him. Not when I knew that he was the most open minded und trusted Jedi.

„Why are you holding back?"
In the meantime, Sol found a lightsaber, opened it and got into position. I clearly thought too much, cause I didn't recognise it before. Still holding back, I opened mine, too.

A purple light came across my eyes. Most Jedis stepped a foot back, when they saw it the first time. Well, simply because it's not a really popular colour and also, cause it meant that I had a thing for the dark side, an open mind as I like to call it. But did this make me to a Sith? Clearly not. And what mostly forgot, what I was really proud of, was the fact that I had a second one, too. Cause I had talent. And they didn't just made me to a Jedi Master, no, in a few months I could call myself a Jedi Knight. A honorary position that only a few Jedis can be trained for.

Abruptly Sol attacked me. He knew that if I was into my thought, I was a simple target, but it didn't made my surprise any more harmless. I deflected his move, as good as I was supposed to and didn't hurt him.
„How long?", he asked me then, letting me frown at my move and looking confused.
„How long, what?"
Another maneuver from Sol let me trip, cause I had a bad feeling about his next words.
„This nightmares... Yord told me about them."

His look went directly through me and my soul.

Yord betrayed me. My Yord, betrayed me. My whole life I trusted this man. Yord was the brother I never had. We cared about each other... not telling someone else about our secrets. I let my lightsaber sink.

My mouth opened, but no word wanted to flee out of it.

Then I put myself together again. Maybe Yord didn't now that it was a secret of mine... but whatever I tried to tell myself, the betray stabbed into my heard, as Sol confronted me with it.

„He worries about you, Ares."
„And that makes it better?"

I attacked Sol. He parried. I gave him a lightsaber mark on his hand. He got a little burn, but it was still a burn and I put my lightsaber out as fast as I could and yield, his lightsaber on my throat.

„Get your feelings under control, fight against it, I know you can do it, Ares."
But he knew nothing about me.
„Whatever you are dreaming about, whatever is haunting you... don't let it take the control over you. Fear, anger, even secrets, can destroy a Jedi."
He had fear. I could feel it. He feared me.

Curiously I tilted my head. Sol never feared me before. Now his fear was big enough to let him forget about his new burn on his hand.

„Go away from me Sol and behold your advice for yourself."

I really didn't try to let my feelings restrain my instincts and skills as a Jedi. But the fear from Sol, who got clearly contacted from Yord before all this happened, just to talk with me about my nightmares, stabbed me lie thousand lightsabers in my back.

„Ares, you need to tell someone about your nightmares, before they will control you."
Which they definitely did since like two or three weeks.
„You have a burn on your hand. You should better patch it up before it's getting into a scar."