Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

53. The Wise

In a realm of darkness, and total silence, you sat up. The air was dry, making it difficult to breath. Slowly you stood up. Your eyes tried to scan the landscape, but you couldn't see anything but black. This was not like your usual dreams you had at night. This felt real. It was real, but your mind was awfully aware that you were unconscious. It might feel real, but it wasn't, and you needed to get back, back to him.

"Qimir?" You shouted out, the word echoed through the darkness.

"He is not here," You immediately turned around, trying to see where the voice came from. It sounded like the voice of the force, you had heard just before you fell down this black hole, but it was nothing. No one. It was like the force tried to play some sick game with you.

"I thought it was time for us to meet," you suddenly felt the force pushing you down on your knees. You tried to push back, but the force was too strong against you. It was dark and filled with anger. Suddenly you felt a finger on your chin, lifting your face up. It was cold, and thin, almost like a skeleton. You looked up, as a dark creature appeared.

His eyes were piercing red with a tint of yellow. His face was crocked, long and rough. If you weren't wrong, the creature was no monster, he was of the Muun species. A highly intelligent species. He was wearing a robe, in the darkest shade of red. His height made him all the more intimidating, but you knew better than to fear what you didn't know.

"Who are you and what do you want?" You asked, staring death into his eyes.

"They call me The Wise," The Muun let go off your chin, as his hand curled back inside his robe.

He stepped back, studying your eyes. You knew what he was searching for, but you wouldn't allow him to see it. He wanted you to be afraid, to fear him. A part of you believed you should. Never had you experienced someone use the force in such way. He was dominant, leaving you empty-handed, with only one move to play. Do not show fear.

"You are meant to be on the island," The Wise spoke, he moved closer to you. Leaning down to your level.

"Don't leave the island," His tone was warning.

"Why?" You asked, humoring The Wise for knowledge.

"It's where the seed will grow," He whispered, studying your face.

You did not understand what his words meant. Who were they? On the island, it was only you and Qimir, or that's what you'd been thinking. It was no one else there to grow. You shook of him, his words. He was trying to get under your skin. You needed to leave. 

"I do not let myself get dictated by the darkness, I am where the light brings me," You answered, finally able to break through his force hold. He backed away from you.

Both of you reached out into the force, and the battle of power had begun. He was getting loud, almost shouting, trying to throw you off. You closed your eyes. It was dark no matter what you did, but with the eyes closed, you were at least the one in charge of the picture in front of you. Your mind went over to Qimir. His beautiful eyes, and signature smirk. You could feel his love run through you. It was like he held your hand. You grew stronger and stronger.

"Remember the song of the cave," The Wise screamed, laughing.

You heard him, but threw out his manipulations, as you broke through his possession. You gasped for air, as your eyes shut open.

"Qimir," You shouted, looking stressed around you.

"Hey, hey, hey, I am here," He grabbed your face with one of your hands, looking into your eyes. Your hand grabbed into his neck and pressed him down so you could see him better. Your fingers caressing his face. It was him. You were alive, and he was real. You felt his hand squeeze yours, as your eyes wandered to them.

He was with you all along.