"Into the Fire"
An older man lorded over a mere child, his intensity was unmatched as he stared down at the child. "No! You MUST do it again! The time will come when you are alone, and I am gone. Now, AGAIN!" The dark robed figure stated. His hands clenched impatiently. His black leather clad hands...
The child looked up to his master. There was no fear in his eyes. The child of barely five years sighed. He was old for his age, having learned what other children learned much later in life instead of a childhood. From the moment that he could formulate thoughts he was training. In fact, his thoughts had formulated VERY early in his development. His father having a hand in shaping his own mind and its development. Many would call this unnatural and those many would be utterly and completely correct in their stance. This boy would grow up deprived of a childhood. This boy, merely a child, would grow up carrying a terrible burden.
He sighed. Allowing the focus to return to him. Then his master quipped "You must succeed, otherwise I have no use for you."
Again the child regarded his master. There was no fear, no distress, no pain, NO EMOTION. He simply shook his head and cleared his mind. The raging fire of their camp awaited him. Kneeling before it, he could feel the waves of heat roll over his body.
"NO..." The darkly clad figure stated in almost exasperated tones. "You will walk INTO the fire pit."
A moment passed, only a moment. Then the child stood, breathing in deeply, closing his eyes. The focus was there. He stepped into the flames and they engulfed him. He did not scream as the flames lapped hungirly at his body beginning immediately to sear and ignite his clothing. Then the flames impossibly began to recede. The child of five years turned to face his master. He stretched his arms out wide to the edges of the fire pit. The flames did not touch or consume him or his skin. Within moments, as the boy slowly brought his hands to his sides, the flames were swallowed into the child's hands until nothing, not even the smoking of embers remained.
"Good. Now hold it. Feel its struggling to escape you. Hold it until you cannot bear the pressure. Then, after targeting your prey, unleash the energy." The shrouded figured said to him.
The child began to sweat, slightly at first and turning into massive perspiration. His brow furrowed in concentration. The boy turned to their caged prey, one of the many native animals in the region. Something akin to a stag. The child reached out, palms facing the beast. His master spoke again "Now, slowly lad. Not like the past two evenings. You seared our supper beyond recognition. You don't want to go without food for three evenings do you?" the man asked
The child reflexively turned toward his master, an annoyed look on his face. However, his focus quickly returned and he raised both hands palms toward the beast. Slowly the energies he had been holding inside began to emerge form his hands. Searing the trapped beast. The animal began to scream, but was held in place by the child's master through the force. The child gradually unleashed his fire, circling the animal. He began to shake and exhaustion crept into his body. The boy completed three circuits of the animal, cooking it where it stood. By the seventh rotation, the boy looked as if he would die from the sheer burden. By the ninth rotation, the child sagged to his knees unable to walk further. Finally, the child unleashed the last of the fire he had consumed from the massive firepit. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed unconscious on the ground.
The child lay there, only for a moment. His master was at his side almost immediately. He gently picked up the child, kneeling he laid the boy across his legs and placed a hand upon the boys brow. "Heal now, child. You have done well. Better than I... So very much better than I at your age... If there is a god, a true master of the Force, then he would be proud. However, he could not be moreso than I. Rest my son. I will prepare supper and you shall dine like a king for days." The shrouded man reflexively ran a hand up past his face and into his hair. The motion gradually slid back his cowl revealing raven balck hair streaked with shocks of white and silver. He laid the boy down upon his bedroll and attended to the task of preparing the meal for the next several days.
An older man lorded over a mere child, his intensity was unmatched as he stared down at the child. "No! You MUST do it again! The time will come when you are alone, and I am gone. Now, AGAIN!" The dark robed figure stated. His hands clenched impatiently. His black leather clad hands...
The child looked up to his master. There was no fear in his eyes. The child of barely five years sighed. He was old for his age, having learned what other children learned much later in life instead of a childhood. From the moment that he could formulate thoughts he was training. In fact, his thoughts had formulated VERY early in his development. His father having a hand in shaping his own mind and its development. Many would call this unnatural and those many would be utterly and completely correct in their stance. This boy would grow up deprived of a childhood. This boy, merely a child, would grow up carrying a terrible burden.
He sighed. Allowing the focus to return to him. Then his master quipped "You must succeed, otherwise I have no use for you."
Again the child regarded his master. There was no fear, no distress, no pain, NO EMOTION. He simply shook his head and cleared his mind. The raging fire of their camp awaited him. Kneeling before it, he could feel the waves of heat roll over his body.
"NO..." The darkly clad figure stated in almost exasperated tones. "You will walk INTO the fire pit."
A moment passed, only a moment. Then the child stood, breathing in deeply, closing his eyes. The focus was there. He stepped into the flames and they engulfed him. He did not scream as the flames lapped hungirly at his body beginning immediately to sear and ignite his clothing. Then the flames impossibly began to recede. The child of five years turned to face his master. He stretched his arms out wide to the edges of the fire pit. The flames did not touch or consume him or his skin. Within moments, as the boy slowly brought his hands to his sides, the flames were swallowed into the child's hands until nothing, not even the smoking of embers remained.
"Good. Now hold it. Feel its struggling to escape you. Hold it until you cannot bear the pressure. Then, after targeting your prey, unleash the energy." The shrouded figured said to him.
The child began to sweat, slightly at first and turning into massive perspiration. His brow furrowed in concentration. The boy turned to their caged prey, one of the many native animals in the region. Something akin to a stag. The child reached out, palms facing the beast. His master spoke again "Now, slowly lad. Not like the past two evenings. You seared our supper beyond recognition. You don't want to go without food for three evenings do you?" the man asked
The child reflexively turned toward his master, an annoyed look on his face. However, his focus quickly returned and he raised both hands palms toward the beast. Slowly the energies he had been holding inside began to emerge form his hands. Searing the trapped beast. The animal began to scream, but was held in place by the child's master through the force. The child gradually unleashed his fire, circling the animal. He began to shake and exhaustion crept into his body. The boy completed three circuits of the animal, cooking it where it stood. By the seventh rotation, the boy looked as if he would die from the sheer burden. By the ninth rotation, the child sagged to his knees unable to walk further. Finally, the child unleashed the last of the fire he had consumed from the massive firepit. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed unconscious on the ground.
The child lay there, only for a moment. His master was at his side almost immediately. He gently picked up the child, kneeling he laid the boy across his legs and placed a hand upon the boys brow. "Heal now, child. You have done well. Better than I... So very much better than I at your age... If there is a god, a true master of the Force, then he would be proud. However, he could not be moreso than I. Rest my son. I will prepare supper and you shall dine like a king for days." The shrouded man reflexively ran a hand up past his face and into his hair. The motion gradually slid back his cowl revealing raven balck hair streaked with shocks of white and silver. He laid the boy down upon his bedroll and attended to the task of preparing the meal for the next several days.
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