Anticipation makes the heart grow fonder?

Algus Doll

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He wasn’t the prodigy everyone wanted.

In Fort Ypso, life was different. The icy temperatures and rough terrain of Vandor hardened its citizens with a frigidness that rivaled the misty blue mountains of the desolate planet’s backdrop. There was little warmth to be found, even as orange sparks ignited into starbursts and hot magma rolled from the droidworks inside the quant city of Ypso. He imagined leaving his remote home behind for Ajan Kloss would reinvigorate him; but he never felt lonelier.

The jungle planet’s dense forests and water-saturated atmosphere was acrid. It burned his lungs and he had an almost constant cough. Never had he longed so much for the cold fresh air of his home-world to fill his chest and electrify his senses. When he arrived at the Jedi temple, he felt outcasted and solitary, a small man in a big world. On Ypso he was a big deal, atleast amongst his circles. Algus Doll, the first of his bloodline to have such a connection to the force. But in the grand scheme of it all, was it really such an accomplishment? Was his father just a nobody? “A tinkerer that worked on droids. He could barely pay the bills.” Sitting, he drew lines in the dirt with a stick, girded by the darkness of his cave.

He had left the temple as soon as he had arrived, keen on suffering and surviving on his own accord within the Klosslands. With each step, he ventured to the far-side of the moon, caking his boots in mud while foliage ripped at his clothing and cut his pale skin. He yearned for the force to speak to him, to reassure him that he had a place in its webwork, to know there was a plan. But there was nothing. He was scared; of what, he was unsure. Was his master proud of him, or was he as much of a disappointment as he felt?

He waited. A day turned to weeks, then weeks to months. “Nothing.” His belly was full of Zymod flesh and staring at their skewered bodies across the firepit, he knew that there was little difference between the ease of which he consumed lizards and the ease of which the universe would consume him.

His lightsaber had begun to whine, protesting its wielder. It’s Kyber Crystal was cracked; it never belonged to him anyways and he didn’t care.
 
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Algus Doll

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A tapestry of midnight jewels cut from entropic aether clouded the sky like spilling liquid tar. It wasn't a lake, it was an ocean; it was a bolt of cloth made writhing of feathers. It tore in lines, giving way to plumed edges as daybreak gleamed between them, casting a maze of powerful bloodied rays that stung the eyes and ignited flesh. The very soil was made of glass pebbles that tore the skin and released a cascade of humbling radiance. Red violent lasers!!!!!!!!
 
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Algus Doll

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What of this half-truth? And what of those walls that separate you from the passerby? It will die. This fever-box, this sickly heat. This gloaming.

There was youth in his movement. A spring in his step, a sudden run, and the occasional laugh. Right now, all was good in the world, heaven was here, and his home was the only boundary he knew. He had heard tales though, they spoke of the outside, of mystical areas beyond the drifts, and of forests that stretched as far as the eye could see. His love waited on a mountaintop, surrounded by an ocean. Her hair was red, like hellfire and spilt wine. She was a crimson lily in a pool of water. She was where he wanted to lay his last breath.

Looming behind the glass window of his room, the frost obstructed his vision. He stared longingly with a wandering mind and if it wasn’t for a sudden cough from Master Silla, he thought he may be lost forever. Turning his head, he brushed obscuring locks of brown hair behind his ears and beheld his master. Who knew an old man in his twilight years could demand so much veneration? Even now, with his hair grey and his misty eyes a pale blue, he appeared as a statue, a sinewy monument of great power.

“This is your last day.” The words left his mouth with pleasure, but there was a duskiness to his eyes, like a setting sun; the air was heavy, and he knew they both were afraid of eachother. Silla was never one for sentiment. “You’re a knight now. Do you remember what I taught you?” Algus shook his head with a concerning pause. How could he possibly remember all of it? There had been so much.

“I don’t remember all of it.” Ashamed, he looked away from him.

“Of course not. How could you?” He was right after all. It was etched in his very bones.
 
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