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Coruscant was a sight young crusader strongly preferred to avoid, yet the uneasy tides of the fate had cast him there anyway. Especially for that reason, perhaps.
He was here for two particular missions, one being official, the other one personal. He had never approved the act done to this place, yet he knew that as a result of it, there was much raw potential here now. So much so that he could not keep himself away from it. The view was, both tragic, and capturing. From the high hill of ruins and wreckage that he stood on the head of, like a winged beast of sorts keeping watch to the endless pit of misery below, he had a clear view of his surroundings. The once greatest stronghold of the greatest order, long before the times of the dark dawn. Now merely a sign of utter destruction and misfortune. For many it meant nothing, barely little more than an example, a quiet lesson for those who had the eyes to see it. To him, it was much more. More than he wished for. His emotions and memories of the place were rather fresh yet, the flow of time had failed to erase them. So much was lost, and he used to assume that he had already defeated the foe inside him, his foolish light side. Was he wrong? As he stared into the fallen temple from the distance, seeing through the idly flying ashes and the black clouds, the red tone in the air, could he possibly deny the point of him that ached with the slightest thought of his involved in it? It's destruction was necessary, a pleasure even, but such insensitiveness, he did not know. Death made everything useless. In a way it contibuted to their cause, in a different field, it weakened it. His own hunger for power studied the enviroment from the dreadful tower he stood upon, sucking the emptiness, the chaos from it. The darkness was the answer. Nothing else.
It was now time to lift his head from the grand library in Korriban, which he was completely bored of by now, and seek new sources of knowledge. In his past days of remorse, a few years ago now, he found the friendship in the books just like he did back in Naboo, where he was equally alone. Now the case was different, even if slightly. He had responsibilities, eager students very much like him.
As his cloak waved in the impassive wind, he kept staring into the soul of Coruscant; a few pathetic slums and common wreckages scattered here and there, with the distant storms of destructive lightning and black smoke completing the stunning view.
He was here for two particular missions, one being official, the other one personal. He had never approved the act done to this place, yet he knew that as a result of it, there was much raw potential here now. So much so that he could not keep himself away from it. The view was, both tragic, and capturing. From the high hill of ruins and wreckage that he stood on the head of, like a winged beast of sorts keeping watch to the endless pit of misery below, he had a clear view of his surroundings. The once greatest stronghold of the greatest order, long before the times of the dark dawn. Now merely a sign of utter destruction and misfortune. For many it meant nothing, barely little more than an example, a quiet lesson for those who had the eyes to see it. To him, it was much more. More than he wished for. His emotions and memories of the place were rather fresh yet, the flow of time had failed to erase them. So much was lost, and he used to assume that he had already defeated the foe inside him, his foolish light side. Was he wrong? As he stared into the fallen temple from the distance, seeing through the idly flying ashes and the black clouds, the red tone in the air, could he possibly deny the point of him that ached with the slightest thought of his involved in it? It's destruction was necessary, a pleasure even, but such insensitiveness, he did not know. Death made everything useless. In a way it contibuted to their cause, in a different field, it weakened it. His own hunger for power studied the enviroment from the dreadful tower he stood upon, sucking the emptiness, the chaos from it. The darkness was the answer. Nothing else.
It was now time to lift his head from the grand library in Korriban, which he was completely bored of by now, and seek new sources of knowledge. In his past days of remorse, a few years ago now, he found the friendship in the books just like he did back in Naboo, where he was equally alone. Now the case was different, even if slightly. He had responsibilities, eager students very much like him.
As his cloak waved in the impassive wind, he kept staring into the soul of Coruscant; a few pathetic slums and common wreckages scattered here and there, with the distant storms of destructive lightning and black smoke completing the stunning view.