Joel, still meditating, heard the mess hall door open. He ignored it until he heard a soft clinking. He opened his eyes but didn't see anything out of place, just two Initiates. The boy was Garma. The other was a girl, gesturing as she spoke. The two turned a corner and disappeared from his sight, and he dismissed them as he slipped back into the calming waters of meditation. He continued to return to the dream, looking over every detail with the utmost scrutiny. When he began his downward swing, the red mist began, tainting the rest of the vision. When his blade stopped, it was as if the Sith had an invisible Force shield. The silver braid was not a braid at all. It was a chain, polished to a high shine. The chain's owner was a girl, around 16 to 17 years old. The Sith, he guessed, was a 20-years-old male. From the feeling accompanying that moment, the Sith had a connection with her, beyond a friend or a spy's connection. Joel had not felt that feeling before, and it left him slightly confused. When the dream went dark, he lost his sense of feeling, indicating a blackout. But the Sith's voice, heavy with emotions, draped with anger, followed him even in the depths of unconsciousness.
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Iron Braid
Fanfiction"Iron Braid" This phrase continually returns to the Jedi Knight Joel Hudsh. Follow him on his quest to discover what the significance of this phrase is, and how to thwart the darkness that threatens to come. Cover made by the aptly named Ålêixø "Aw...
