*OC version of The Weakest Jedi.*
The story of a young boy and his foolish dream.
Born into the hellish underworld of Coruscant, Zevon was found by the Jedi at a young age and welcomed into the order. There's a slight problem, though... Zevon's forc...
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3rd Person
Within the grounds of Castle Serenno, three wielders of the force clashed.
In the minds of two of the wanderers, this duel was for the fate of the galaxy.
For the last, it was for something else.
Each warrior met the gaze of their foe, but somehow stared past them, focusing on a distant future yet unobtained: a world without war.
Dooku
"You ARE a Jedi!"
The boy cried out, and a distant feeling pulsatedwithin my chest...
A subtle, nigh-imperceptible shift in Master Gallia's pupils startled me with a fear I'd not felt in decades.
A scraping of the ocean floor's molten scales... as if the essence of the entire planet had rearranged.
"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!"
The boy transferred the torch of lightning to her with a brief exchange of blades...
And within those eyes, sibling seas in balance...
The lifeless look from before had evolved into something far scarier...
The same gaze as her former master...
Perfect, passionless...
As if they'd been reduced to mere heralds of fate, impartial to the ensuing calamity...
The absolute scales of Vaapad...
This was going to be a pain.
"Tap! Tap! TAP"
A blur appeared at my left.
Lightsaber Form VII, Juyo:Daylight's Dying Breath
Adi
"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!"
Lightsaber Form VII, Vaapad:Lull Before the Tempest
Sky-blue lightning crackled and coiled around sapphire plasma, dampened along the length of my blade...
Sith lightning always came from the chest, charged and conducted with the deepest malice and hate of its practitioner... and then channeled through the arms, hands, and fingers.
