darkhaert
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Sivelto stuck himself beside the concrete wall of the monastery. He hasn't changed his stature since he stood there. Passersby would get his attention but only when they looked like a Jedi master. Some of them were masters but not his. His Jedi training begins today and he was thrilled. (Although he wishes only to be trained by the force and not by the lightsaber.)
Had he arrived, Sivelto thought. Was I late?
A cold breeze passed by, brushing his face. The sound of marching feet lessened after a quarter of a second. He meditated while he waits. The dual-blade tucked close to his hips. A bird flocks to a nearby tree.
Had he arrived, Sivelto thought. Was I late?
A cold breeze passed by, brushing his face. The sound of marching feet lessened after a quarter of a second. He meditated while he waits. The dual-blade tucked close to his hips. A bird flocks to a nearby tree.