Dark Days

[Flame]

Anaru had vomited precisely after feeling his first encounter with evil. It was nothing like he had ever experienced before, and he had gone through much training with his old Master Rev Ultor. He needed advice from Master Dewbecca because hours of research in the libraries had rendered him nothing.

"These truly are dark time." Thought Anaru as he went up to the big door that he remembered seeing as a young apprentice. With an anxious hand, Anaru went up and knocked on the door just loud enough to be heard.

 

[Matt]

"Please enter"


Master Dewbecca sat in the grandmaster's chair, he had been approached by a young member of the order, normally he would not have a meeting with one so young for sadly his time was precious and he was constantly in demand but the details off this situation made it needed.

 

[Flame]

Anaru was having deep feelings of remorse but now was no time to hang his head for the choice his padawan had made. He had been scarred both physically and mentally from the fight. The long cut down his back (although healed through the force) was a reminder of the scar that came because of the dark side and suffering. So, here Anaru was as he entered Master Dewbecca's private chambers and sat before the highest member of the council, in complete despotism and utter shame.

"Master Dewbecca." Anaru bowed low in honor and got up once the grandmaster signaled for him apropriately. ((Sorry a little bit of god-modding there.))

"I have failed in my teaching of my aprentice Archeron. He has turned to the dark side and has killed many. He told me of his true past of how he had murdered many innocents and civilians. Then he left with me in a duel a massive scar on my back from his lightsaber. He has fled from the jedi temple after our duel and now is in search of the ospion jedi. I fear for him and I hope that it is not too late to turn him from the dark side as many awful deeds as he has done. What should I do master?"