Sezela burst through the doors of her room, the rage and anger she had kept hidden exploding in a torrent, the books flew off of her shelves as she seethed. ‘What do I have to do to prove myself?!’ She sat, allowing her rage to build, then she drew on it, as she had been taught in the past, allowing it to suffuse her, fill her veins with it’s fuel… This will do.
She had just returned from her lesson in Tutaminis, the technique of absobing, or more correctly, converting energy from one form to another. She thought that she had done well to volunteer to go first, to take the initiative. She had been a part of the Revanite faction for a small time yet she was finding it increasingly difficult to feel like she was getting anywhere. She was Sith, she had trained before arriving at Veles, she knew that Sith often had favourites, it was a fact of life. She was an exiled Chiss, a slave who was liberated by her master, she knew what it was to be prejudiced against. That fact did nothing to lessen her anger.
Feeling as she did she decided to put it to use… She lit a brazier in front of her. It’s flame licked against the sides causing her shadow to be cast against the walls, wavering. She looked into the flame… it is but energy. The heat, the light, it is but the force. The force interweaves all, the energy is me, the fire is in me.
The brazier flickered more violently now, she slowly moved her hand into the brazier, not thinking about the heat, the fact that it could burn the flesh from her bones. There was no fire, it was purely energy that could either be converted to something else or matched to her own.
The flames seem to part, no… they seemed to envelope her hand, she lifted the other… feeling the heat… the energy as it surrounded her hand and she drew it in. It was only in short fits and bursts, her control needed practice. But it was there… She looked at one of the books that had fallen off the shelf earlier, she flicked her wrist at it…
The book flew at a speed across her room smashing into the wall opposite, binding and pages exploding into a papery rain fall. She laughed out loud to herself, her concentration slipping she suddenly felt the heat from the brazier and with a wince pulled her hand quickly out.
Her anger was fading, she instead slipped into a state of self reflection and meditation as she thought on what had just happened. She was pleased, she would have wanted to show her peers what she had learnt but something stopped her… No… what would be the point. Better to practice, grow stronger and show that strength, let the others fawn for attention.
She would grow in her power. ‘she had too…’ she said to herself, the light from the fire reflecting in her eyes.
Tutaminis - Aspirant - 2/8