*An eerie silence floated within the training room. At the center of the room, a child sat in the lotus position, breathing in and out slowly. Sitting upright, the child was resting his forearms on his thighs, fingers spread out slightly as each finger its opposite in the shape of an "O" near the center of his crossed legs. Eyes closed, thoughts brewed within the deepest corners of his brain.
In the depths of his mind, Tyran Eldras quickly reviewed the lessons learned from his former Master Tian Velvar: Force Telepathy, Sense, Telekinesis, along with some of the Jedi Philosophy. Exercising whatever skills could be applied in the moment, a stone floated from the far corner of the room upward, than sped towards Tyran as if Tyran was gravity itself. The stone stopped right at Tyran's feet and dropped to the floor. The low thump on the floor rang throughout the room before vanishing into thin air.
Force Sense was performed as well; there were five people within the 20 meter radius within the extent Tyran could perform Force Sense. After practicing for some time, Tyran was already sweating from the use of the Force, beads of sweat forming on Tyran's forehead, running to his chin before dripping onto the floor. It should have been about time his new Master would be arriving.*
In the depths of his mind, Tyran Eldras quickly reviewed the lessons learned from his former Master Tian Velvar: Force Telepathy, Sense, Telekinesis, along with some of the Jedi Philosophy. Exercising whatever skills could be applied in the moment, a stone floated from the far corner of the room upward, than sped towards Tyran as if Tyran was gravity itself. The stone stopped right at Tyran's feet and dropped to the floor. The low thump on the floor rang throughout the room before vanishing into thin air.
Force Sense was performed as well; there were five people within the 20 meter radius within the extent Tyran could perform Force Sense. After practicing for some time, Tyran was already sweating from the use of the Force, beads of sweat forming on Tyran's forehead, running to his chin before dripping onto the floor. It should have been about time his new Master would be arriving.*