Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

57. New Environment Doesn't Change The Past

"You like it here, because if not I'll go down and..." Qimir was speaking non-stop, since the second you had entered your room.

Your eyes were glued at the beauty of the room. High ceilings, large windows and a beautiful terrace. The sunlight lit up the warm white color of the walls. Golden bed frame, brownish floor with red tones, but your eyes were drawn to one thing, and one thing only. The perfect view outside. You dropped your belongings on the bed, and walked out on the terrace. The sun was hitting you perfectly, and you could already smell the salt of the ocean. Your hands rested on the railing as you turned around facing him.

"It is perfect," You stopped him from his long rant, that you had fallen off a long time ago.

A little smile grew on his lip in relief. The only perfection he could see was you. The picture of you, leaning against the rail, as the wind lightly brushed against your skirt, was all he was going to be able to think about for a long time. He let go off the bag, and walks out to you. The sun hit his face, and it was easy to tell that this planet was a lot warmer than theirs. His hands fall onto your hips. A smirk on your lips grew.

"Did you know that the Sea of Cantonica is the largest artificial ocean?" You asked him, moving your head to the side, studying the ocean.

"I did not," He said, looking over at it, before his eyes landed on you again.

"Would you like to go and eat? Give me five minutes," He asked. You smiled weakly, and gave him a nod as he disappeared into the room.

You turned around and faced the ocean. It was truly fascinating what they had done here on an engineering level, however the truth behind the creation of the ocean was much crueler. Though it happened, many hundreds years ago, it was said it stole its water from Tatooine and left the planet to its dust state it is now. Places like these, glamorous in all their beauty, tend to have their dark sides. It's never pure light, just an illusion.

You had begun to fear that you were putting on an illusion yourself. The smile that was plastered on your face, hid all your fears. The voices in your head was gone, and a part of you couldn't help but wonder why. Of course, now that you knew of The Wise it would be more difficult for him to penetrate your shields. Still, you would've felt it if he tried... and he didn't try. It meant that he was okay with you being here, and that worried you. The Wise wasn't the man you wished to please.

"Your ready?" You heard Qimir ask, leaning towards the door frame.

You turned around and faced him.

"Could I ask you something?" You asked.

Qimir frowned a bit by your question, he wished you knew by now that you could always ask him questions. He nodded. You walked slowly over to him, and leaned on to the opposite side of the door frame.

"How long have you lived on the island?" You asked, and crossed your arms.

"For about 7-10 years, I've already lost count," He smiled weakly.

"And it was only you there? I mean until I came of course," You laughed low, trying to act normal with the questions.

"Yeah, me and the force," Qimir lied,

And you could sense it. You tilted your head and chew on the inner side of your mouth. Why would he lie about it to you? He never lied to you, even after murdering Jecki and you asked him to spare Yord and Master Sol he was brutally honest of what destiny he desired for them. Qimir never hid his dark side away from you. It worried you that this was the moment he chose to hide it.