The Last Paladan

The last Je'daii

As Sesa lumped with the man to the temple, he couldn't help but feel himself grow...
Angry.
Desperate.
Sad.
Scared.

Powerful.

"You are in dire need of medical attention, my young friend. However, it comes at a price." The man says, sitting him down and cleaning him with what water there was. "After all, power could never be truly free to the weak."

Sesa glared at the man, still coughing.
"You... Are a Sith... I can sense it..." He says, desperately trying to escape his grasp, but falling back to his ass. "Don't touch me...!"
The man shakes his head and clicks his tongue.
"No, Youngling. I am a Jedi, like you. But, yes, it is true that the dark side recides inside of me. Do you know why, Youngling?"

Sesa grunted, huffing to sit up with his mostly broken and bruised body. "Because you're a Sith..! But... Why do I sense a bit of good in you as well..?" He asks, holding his broken limbs to himself.
The man shakes his head.
"No, Youngling. I am the last of my kind. I am a Je'daii, an ancient one at that."

Sesa perked up, huffing as he glared at the man, sensing...
He wasn't lying...

"Prove it to me." Sesa states, and the man smirks. The man draws a sword encased in purple energy, making the young man's jaw drop.
"Is this proof enough?" He asks, swinging the sword as though he were still a young warrior.
"I... That's impossible... That would make you at least--"

The man laughs. "No, Youngling! I'm older than that, sadly. The only way for me to keep my body was to learn the ways of the dark side, as you call it. But back when I was a boy, my people worried not about politics or money, nor war. But..." He sighs sadly, siting in front of the young Paladin, "They are all gone now. Wether through civil war or through old age I cannot say, but I miss them all greatly. I am old, Youngling. I am tired. But the force has a way of letting you know you aren't quite finished yet." He says, handing the Paladin his sword. "And my time draws near. However, it is now my duty to teach you my people's way."

Sesa grunts at the pain, leaning in and grabbing the sword.
The energy behind it...
It was primal...
Raw...

Evil.

"But... Why help me? I'm just a--"
"You are so much more than you believe, Sesa of Alderaan. What flows through your veins is not blood, but pure, raw force at its finest. You are the embodiment of light and dark, good and evil, selfless and selfish. You'll do whatever it takes to protect those you care for."

Sesa looks away, feeling himself tear up at the memories of...

Her...

"But then again, who am I to say? After all, I'm merely a whisper." The old one says, slowly fading into thin air, leaving the Youngling shocked and afraid.
"Go deeper into the temple. There is where you will find your answers." The old one states, and Sesa suddenly felt...

Revived.

He looks at his hands, which were now blood free. He felt his body, now bruise free. And his bones, they were no longer broken.

He glances at the sword, it drawing him, teasing him to pick it up.
Go ahead.
We won't bite.
We just want to be used, one last time.

Sesa felt himself pick the weapon up, staring into the blade.
"I... Guess it wouldn't hurt, would it? After all, my sabers are all broken or missing. Besides, I need a weapon until I get back to Corosaunt." He whispers, attaching it to what little armor he had left. "I mean, a sword is a sword. It's not evil. It can't be. It just can't." He says, walking deeper into the temple and feeling something dark tug and pinch at his mind.

He limped his way into the temple, using the wall to support himself, since he couldn't see.
"Damn Shik'to...! I swear, Kara... Vengeance will be mine..!" He says, feeling himself become even more determined to destroy the one who took his universe from him.


Little did he know of the trials he'd have to take, nor did he know what he would become once he left.
After all, the dark side can turn even the warmest heart to a cold void if death and darkness...