The Knight (Qimir X OC)

Chapter Five ~ So it begins

Lyssa's POV

Suddenly, everything clicked. Vernestra had been hard on me when she was my master, borderline abusive. With Qimir, she was abusive. It enraged me even more. It was no wonder we both had to leave the Order, why we were so angry.

She had even took great measures to keep him covered him up. No one, not a single soul in the Jedi Temple, knew of his existence. The Council had to have known, and yet they did nothing to reprimand her. They let her take on another padawan instead. Another one that failed. It made me wonder if I was completely erased from the Temple as well.

Did anyone.. remember me? Miss me? Osha had to have remembered me. Osha was my best friend growing up. The only attachment that the Jedi accepted. Then again, it had been nine years since I had last spoken to or seen Osha.

"Vernestra, she was your master too?" Qimir asked, his voice slightly trembled with anger. He had to be angry too that they let that monster train another padawan after the cruelty she inflicted upon her first. But there was also a somberness about him.

"Yes. She too, would demand perfection from me. Though her techniques of, motivating, were less physical with me. She would lock me in a storage space, toying with my mind. Forcing me to see visions of losing the people closest to me if I failed. She forced me to watch every single scenario, every version of their death, for hours on end." I swallowed, my voice brittle. I struggled to keep my eyes from watering. I noticed Qimir stiffen as I spoke.

He immediately pulled me into a hug, his hand coming up to caress the back of my head, playing with my hair. His other hand ran up and down my back soothingly. My head laid against his hard chest, and I listened to his steady heartbeats. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing slightly.

"I promise, she will pay for what she has done." He promised, his tone deadly serious. It's crazy how soft this man makes me. Focus Lyssa. I let go of his embrace, and he pulled away, though his face was only inches away.

He stared deep into my emerald eyes, and I stared right back into his deep brown ones. They were so mesmerizing that I could almost get lost in them. He broke the contact by letting his eyes flicker to my lips for the briefest of moments before pulling himself away.

"C'mon, it's not much further." He spoke, his voice deeper than usual.

I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to know his taste, how his lips moved against mine. Everything has a rhythm, I wanted to get to learn ours. But he had no interest in my company beyond what I could offer him as an apprentice.

After a good 10 minute walk, we finally arrived at a tall waterfall. The sight was absolutely beautiful, the water cascaded down into a large pond, different species of fish swam around in the water. Around the pond, the grass had overgrown. Wild flowers blossomed everywhere, filling the air with a sweet aroma.

"Behind that waterfall is a cave, I hid your ship there." Qimir pointed, his eyes looked into mine and softened slightly.

He started to turn around before I grabbed his wrist. He looked back at me again slightly startled.

"You're not even going to let me thank you?" I asked. I didn't want him to go.

"You don't need to thank me." He murmered, his eyes cast down. He looked torn. Like he was forcing himself to go.

Force sake, I'm probably going to regret this-

"Yes."

He looked at me confused, but his face held a little tinge of hope.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I will become your apprentice. I want to help you take down Plaugeis. I want to become more in tune with the force. I want the Power of Two." With each word I spoke, I took a step closer to him until I had to lift my head to speak to him. I held my hands loose at my side.

He gazed down at me, his mouth slowly turned up into a proud smile. His hand lifted to trail down the side of my face lightly before brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You sure about this?" His voice was barely above a whisper as his dark eyes searched my face for any trace of doubt. It held none.

"I'm sure. You are nothing like Vernestra, and you were right earlier, my training was incomplete. I was kicked out before I was made Knight." I opened up to him even more. Truth is, it felt like the force was pulling me towards Qimir. It was no coincidence that he was the one who saved me. It was no coincidence that I was brought to that island. Ever since I left that planet, it felt like it was calling to me. I needed to save it from the monster that currently resided there.

Qimir studied me for a moment as my thoughts raced. I was about to ask him if he changed his mind, if he didn't want me as his apprentice anymore, when he nodded his head and spoke.

"Very well. I will teach you the ways of the force, but I must warn you. They are unlike the ways of the Jedi." He started to walk towards the waterfall to retrieve my ship. He continued, "The Jedi taught that there is only one way to wield the force, but that is not entirely true. The Jedi taught that your emotions can influence the force in a way that is destructive. They're wrong. Our emotions help make us, well, us. To be completely governed by them is one thing, but simply blocking them all out is not the answer."

I listened intently as he spoke. His words rang true. As a Jedi, holding in your emotions all of the time was a nightmare. And it clearly didn't work out well for me.

"The Jedi call it the darkside. The dark side of the force is very powerful, potent even. There are many abilities the Jedi limited themselves from because of their morality. These are the things I will teach you. Are you still willing?" He stopped and turned to me.

"Yes. I hold no loyalty to the Jedi anymore, not in a long time. They have hunted me down for the past couple of years because of my.. unorthodox ways." I agreed.

We were now standing directly beside the waterfall, the water showering down on both of us. It made his hair start to stick to his forehead, and the water made his skin glisten in the sun. Force, he was so beautiful. He could be spilling absolute nonsense, and I would still probably agree to whatever he was saying.

And when he smiled at me, I felt my heart stutter for a second. Force sake, he just became my master, I can't think of him like that.

He stepped closer to me, leaning down in my ear, and whispered, "It's okay, I think you're quite beautiful too."

And before I could respond, he pushed me into the water.