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Dantooine - Dusk
Ruins that are ancient beyond what the word ancient can describe sits beneath the moons of the early night sky of the wilds of Dantooine, wildflower and wind-wavered grass seeming to kiss the stars up above. Ancient masonry and durasteel walkways are overrun by nature's sentinels, trees and vines, roots and grass cloaking what was a marvel of technology a millenia ago. Corridors and courtyards that spanned beneath the open sky were wrought with rubble, and the structure itself subject to cave-ins within its lower levels.
The entrance had been ambushed by erosion, and flora cloaked what had been centuries ago an open walkway where Jedi - Master, Knight, and Padawan alike - and any manner of merchants, visitors, politicians, and workers all congregated within an area blessed and cloaked by the Force. It moved through the people, and the people through it like fish through water.
But these things are lost in time, for time being but a part of nature cares little for what happens within it, its indifference - it's only saving grace - misunderstood more often than not.
A gentle wind whistles through the cavernous ruin, the steady hum rendering this massive construct now lost within the wilds of the plains as well as time but a simple part of the planet itself.
That is, until the soft sounds of bated weeping could be heard.
The Force could tell many things, for it is cognizant of all, and is all - space and time bow to the will of the Force, for it alone is not held aback by such misunderstood concepts. This all-knowing energy held many goals and purposes that rendered it on the level of omnipotence, and yet it moved through individuals with plenty of space to spare...and still it chose to show a young Ysannan woman lingering memories of the past and what brought such a place to ruin; whispers of what brought a place once vibrant with both the Force and of life now bent backward with silence and the lingering pain of despair and agony.
A single tear drops from the cheek of a modestly robed, young Ashanna as semi-gloved fingertips trail the chair of what was once a Jedi councilman's honorable throne. She could hear the screams, and she could feel the fear, and she could taste the blood.
"Why are you showing this to me?" she whispers into the air, not expecting an answer as her sadness fills the ruined area, giant slabs of rock having caved into this bottom floor of the Academy section of the establishment, one mildly preserved in a way that the remnants of the past were still hardly recognizable to eyes alone. Slowly, the lonely Jedi stands to her feet and wipes her cheek and moves onto the next part of her tour, silently shuffled boot steps and the mild swish of her robing the only sound of her venture into a dark, anger-filled remnant of a training hall. The energy within the room would only be impressed upon by her own lingering sadness - she longed to comfort the spirits that had been lost so long ago. Was her empathy her weakness?
What did she see? What was she shown? The fall of this temple and the death that accompanied it was for a single purpose, and that single purpose was a recurring trend across the galaxy: lust for power. Finite things and priceless lives in exchange for relative power - power in the shape of something as small as a trinket. Nothing more than a blasted piece of --
In a sudden instant, she's broken from her reverie and spiritual journey by the presence of another. Their energy was murky, though she could tell it wasn't as it seemed - it's true intent was suppressed in a manner similar to hers. As she stands within the middle of the hall, her hands remain at her sides; she turns toward the only entrance and lifts her chin, the emotion she shows unable to be traced within the commanding tone of her voice.
"Whoever's there, show yourself." Her deep, dark eyes remain pressed upon the doorway, then, in wait of who - or what - was to come.