Ziost, forest clearing, training

[Zyrin Ranus]

It had been five years since Zyrin had started his training. His master, Darth Validus, had taken him from the Sith Academy on Korriban to a Sith Temple on Ziost. For five years Zyrin had studied the language of Sithese aswell as undergone physical training, hand to hand combat training, and torture technique training. The years had changed Zyrin. He was no longer the helpless little eight year old that was dropped off at the Sith Academy. Now he was thirteen with some fair knowledge of how to take care of himself. His old dirty robes had been replaced with some black baggy garments. His body had grown also, now standing at a height of 5' 2". The training he had endured so far was only the basics for what was ahead him.

His latest form of training was different. He left in a forest to fend for himself four months ago. It had seemed like a long time. Sleeping outside and haveing to hunt for his food. All that he was left with was a blaster and a knife. That was enough to help him survive. The knife was tied to a five foot long stick, making a fair spear. His clothes had been ripped and torn from the harshness of the environment. This mattered not since Zyrin had mannaged to gather furs from his hunts to make up for the lack of clothing that was needed.

A small hut made of leaves, twigs, branches, and mud could be seen in the area. It wasn't much but it did its job for shelter. A small fire burned near the hut. This was a sign that someone called this place home but no one was around at the moment. A small rustling noise came from within the forest area. Dragging a kath hound behind him with his right hand, Zyrin walked out of the forest and towards the fire. His black hair had grown down to his shoulders. He left the corpse of the kath hound near the fire while setting his spear against the hut. His blaster was tucked into his pants.

[Validus]

Fear leads to anger.

The voice erupts from all around like a volcano, pouring over anything that stands in its way; plating it with a thick oozing layer of burning lava. Deep was the voice, spraying from all around in a loud tone, the force seemed to bend around a certain nexus. This nexus was a centre of a deep blackness that made a starless night look pale and the brilliant red lights of Tatooine a figment of imagination conjured by the little glimmer of hope that you would most definitely not have left in you.

Anger leads to hate.

The dark mystical being of power starts to make his way towards, the little clearing as the smoke gently rises from the spitting flames made by Zyrin. The wood cackling, an ominous feeling given off as the flames roar into an inferno that would not be possible by the laws of physics. Yet those held thin anyway, at Ziost where atrocities where a thing of normality and brutality a way of life. Darkness held sway in these parts.

Hatred leads to power.

The black crow-like birds squawk as the pulsating, swirling, infinite abyss of darkness gently moves closer to its destination nation. A hint of fervour entering his voice as he speaks, a hint of hunger. The flames swish side from side to side. Maybe Zyrin would fear, maybe he would not. Yet he may have been predator on these parts of Ziost for his time; yet a new predator had come. It was darker, it was more horrific then he would be able to comprehend. To him women where tools for pleasure, enemies a mere hindrance and life something that would bend to his will.

Power leads to victory.

It was not a ‘hint of hunger’; no, it was an obsession for power. One of a man who had what he wanted, yet he wanted more. He wanted it to fill him, he wanted it to fill him, to corrupt him until darkness was not a matter of opinion – it was him. So he came closer, the rustling of leaves as a gust of unnatural and eerie wind swishes through the forest. There was no noise, just a block of invisible power that would go from one side of the clearing to another. Chucking everything that got into its way into the air. It would not compensate. There was no ‘discussion’, only absolutism.

Let your anger flow through you.

Your hate will make you strong.

True power is only achieved through

testing the limits of ones anger,

passing through unscathed.

Rage channelled through anger is unstoppable.

The dark side of the force

offers unimaginable power.

These words where spoken with nothing unnatural happening, yet the tension would become tauter and more volatile. A single snip resulting in a complete explosion of something that made the harshest thunder storm look like a jolly stroll through the park and the most cunning fox like a domesticated animal. The trees start to groan as an outward force bends them inwards, they are bent over as though in servitude of a great and quicksilver master. Suddenly out of nowhere, a flash of legendary Sith Lightening and the inferno that had steadily gained strength was left in ruins, the logs sparsely chucked back by the brutal force. Yet they where not the gleaming, slightly scorched toughened surface of normal logs, instead they where black specks of dust. The dust quickly lost into the gushing of tremendous winds that for a few seconds whip this way and that before falling back down to that unnatural silence.

The dark side is stronger than the light.

The weak deserve their fate.

The voice is stronger as it has ever been in the speech, these last two sentences delivered with a voice of someone with a merciless, clenched iron fist. Anger coming out of those last two sentences like water out of a spring, gently flowing down the hillside; becoming stronger and stronger, until it is the indestructible force of the sea; drowning all those, in a new type of power, different from the lava. Everlasting, no power would be able to remove it.

The figure that projected this voice is still hidden in among the trees, the green leaves half-showing in the stoic glare of the moon from the heavens above. The skies, a deep blue that was almost a black; without a single star of hope in any direction. Validus had come to great his apprentice, for the first time in many-a-month. The being of darkness, the epitome of evil that’s philosophies where a sadistic laughter and way of life disgusting a brutal. This man lived on being powerful. It was his drug, yet in arrogance or a simple yearning, he had decided to share these desires with someone: Zyrin.

[Zyrin Ranus]

Upon hearing the voice, Zyrin left the hut and drew his blaster. The look upon his face isn't the look most people would have after hearing such a voice all around them. Most would show fear but not Zyrin. His facial expression was strong and stern. It was as though a hatered was filled within him. His right hand gripped the blaster tightly as his brown eyes scanned the area, searching for the source of te voice. As his fire erupted into an inferno, Zyrin was unstartled. No doubt it was someone useing the force.

Zrin listened as the being drew closer. His left hand reached for his spear as his right hand held the blaster readily. His ears took in the words spoken by the unknown prescence that drew near. His eyes looked upon the trees as they began to bend and then the sith lightning over took the area. Zyrin's eyes were unable to find the being responsible for what was going on but he was able to find a general direction. Zyrin readied his body incase it was someone ready to attack. His knees bent slightly as he held the spear to his side and pointed outwards and his blaster held outward and aimed to where he looked.

[Validus]

Almost with pleasure, Validus watches, as the gun is drawn and that primitive weapon is joined with the ancient spear. The gleaming blade making Zyrin an easy person to identify, as the moon light cascades onto the blade, it glinting and glistening in a thousand ways. Despite himself, Validus laughs. The laughter a disgusting and sheer demented sound roaring out of his mouth. Zyrin looks towards a ‘general direction’ yet with the stealth of a scorpion underfoot and the speed of a leopard Validus is now behind him.

Not a single leaf twitched and no fallen twigs where cracked. From behind him the ‘creature’ emerges from the forestry, his long black robe dragging behind him. His hood down, and his face down: hidden from view.

‘It has been to long my apprentice…’

[Zyrin Ranus]

Zyrin was unaware of the being's moevements to get behind him so he was surprised when he found out where the man was. It was at this time when Zyrin matched the voice to that of his master. He lowered his blaster to his side along with his spear. He turned to face Validus and bowed his head.

"Yes it has master."

[Validus]

'Yet does time gold concept if darkness is everlasting?' asks a bemused Validus, 'After this session, and the honing of your skills; I will arrive to you once more. This question should have some answer to it.' He adds as if an after thought.

'Yet that is not what I came here for, what is The Code?' he asks.

[Zyrin Ranus]

There is no peace, there is anger.
There is no fear, there is power.
There is no death, there is immortality.
There is no weakness, there is the Dark Side.
I am the Heart of Darkness.
I know no fear,
BUt rather I instill it in my enemies.
I am the destroyer of worlds.
I know the power of the Dark Side.
I am the fire of hate.
All the Universe bows before me.
I pledge myself to the Darkness.
For I have found true life,
In the death of the light.

[Validus]

‘Wrong.’ He says bluntly. ‘That is the Sith Code, I asked for ‘The Code’. Not some foolishness made by someone else, I want ‘The Code’, your code. What drives you.’

[Zyrin Ranus]

Strength rules all.
The weak shall follow or die.
To be the strongest is to be the ruler.
There is no possibility, there is only absolute.

[Validus]

'So.. The kid is not one of the flock.' A humouress smile is found upon Validus's lips. 'You want to know what drives me child?'

[Zyrin Ranus]

"Yes master," he said repectfully.

[Validus]

'Sometimes to much curiosity elads to your downfall...' he murmurs under his breathe.

'Love killed you, Let Hate Kill them.
'Kindness wrecked you, let pain wrecked them.
'You gave her your life, and in deaths she killed you;
'Death is my new bride. My sword.
'Vengeance is my log,
'Marcia my air;
'Death, my furious flame.
'I am the reaper.'

[Zyrin Ranus]

Zyrin listened contently, his eyes focused upon his master.

[Validus]

'So you have proven yourself, survived where many fail. With perseverance. Are you ready to continue to the next level?'

[Zyrin Ranus]

"Yes my master."

[Validus]

'Of course, now' he says raising an eyebrow 'what do you presume the enw level is.'

[Zyrin Ranus]

"Learning to use the force master?"

[Validus]

'hmm.... The force.... prehaps, prehaps.... Take a second guess.'

[Zyrin Ranus]

"Perhaps constructing a lightsaber master?"

[Validus]

'Never doubt your instincts young apprentice. We go to COruscant.'

He turns and strides towards the deep looming forests of Ziost.

OOC: Post Closed.