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He had forgotten the serenity of this place.
It had been difficult getting on the planet, knowing that if he identified himself to the fleet outside he wouldn't be let in and yet somehow he managed to slip right through its defenses with the chartered light freighter. Perhaps because the Force willed it? Cavalas wasn't sure the Force willed him anything anymore. For too long had he tried to close himself off, convinced that doing so would also keep the Dark Side at bay, yet as the months and years passed him by he knew he shouldn't fight the Force itself. Meditation came back into his daily regimen although he never really trusted himself to follow the Force freely as he was afraid of what he might encounter. The heart of a soldier was more than once filled with anger and hatred, their reason for enlisting having to do with the burdens and regret. Cavalas was able to sense it and counsel them into finding some form of inner peace again. He was too afraid of what the Dark Side could do even when it only manifested itself in those that couldn't wield the Force.
Now he was overwhelmed with its energy. Wearing his old Jedi modular armor of dark brown leather, he walked among the trees and grassy fields for hours until he finally saw the temple rise up in front of him. Immediately some form of regret went through his stomach. "What will I sense in the people that live here now?" he asked himself, full of fear that he would not find the many images of Fennex walking around, but of Evalyn and Kal. Yes, he had known the Dark Lord of the Sith before the latter's fall. If only he had struck him down back then...
Not wanting to let fear and doubt slip back into his mind, Cavalas sat down on the grass and closed his eyes. Slow and cautious, he allowed himself to seek out the Force and let it flow through him as he traced the Force through his surroundings. He sensed the unrest at the temple yet didn't focus on it or lingered, for the trees gave him a peace of mind he hadn't felt since he was a boy. No doubt his presence in the Force would be noticed, perhaps even by old friends (@Loco) and soon they would come and brand him an exile. He deserved it because he had deserted them in their hour of need.
It had been difficult getting on the planet, knowing that if he identified himself to the fleet outside he wouldn't be let in and yet somehow he managed to slip right through its defenses with the chartered light freighter. Perhaps because the Force willed it? Cavalas wasn't sure the Force willed him anything anymore. For too long had he tried to close himself off, convinced that doing so would also keep the Dark Side at bay, yet as the months and years passed him by he knew he shouldn't fight the Force itself. Meditation came back into his daily regimen although he never really trusted himself to follow the Force freely as he was afraid of what he might encounter. The heart of a soldier was more than once filled with anger and hatred, their reason for enlisting having to do with the burdens and regret. Cavalas was able to sense it and counsel them into finding some form of inner peace again. He was too afraid of what the Dark Side could do even when it only manifested itself in those that couldn't wield the Force.
Now he was overwhelmed with its energy. Wearing his old Jedi modular armor of dark brown leather, he walked among the trees and grassy fields for hours until he finally saw the temple rise up in front of him. Immediately some form of regret went through his stomach. "What will I sense in the people that live here now?" he asked himself, full of fear that he would not find the many images of Fennex walking around, but of Evalyn and Kal. Yes, he had known the Dark Lord of the Sith before the latter's fall. If only he had struck him down back then...
Not wanting to let fear and doubt slip back into his mind, Cavalas sat down on the grass and closed his eyes. Slow and cautious, he allowed himself to seek out the Force and let it flow through him as he traced the Force through his surroundings. He sensed the unrest at the temple yet didn't focus on it or lingered, for the trees gave him a peace of mind he hadn't felt since he was a boy. No doubt his presence in the Force would be noticed, perhaps even by old friends (@Loco) and soon they would come and brand him an exile. He deserved it because he had deserted them in their hour of need.