Thread: [ the apprentice ] [ newblood x Niksis ]

Kylo was a man of almost unthinkable emotions one moment he might be as calm as a mild breeze gently rustling through the great green treetops of a massive forest, with no hint of the storm lurking just beyond the horizon. Seconds later, as if some unseen entity flicked a switch, Kylo became a hurricane, threatening to obliterate everything in it's path with naught but a single thought as to who would be on the receiving end of the fury that was his temper. It was, undeniably, his greatest strength. But, at the same time, arguably his greatest weakness too. It made him harm to read and anticipate, but it also made him volatile and dangerous to those around him. So, the warm, almost welcoming gleam in his dark eyes was perhaps a first in a long time. It was new, to him as well, so new that he barely noticed his emotions his thoughts, betray him. Yet he remained where he stood, a gentle grip around the person who mattered the most to him, Zyra, his new apprentice. When their gaze locked, another smile began to form at the very edge of his lips, threatening to crack the usually stoic features of the Sith. A whirl of emotions had been forming deep inside of him the moment he had met her, emotions that were foreign to even him. It made him curious, even slightly nervous - though he would never admit it to anyone, not even himself. To do what you did just now, would by most Force Users be considered difficult. Hard, even though you made it look so easy. Especially considering you are untrained in it's use. Kylo spoke, a hint of admiration noticeable in his voice. When he was but a Padawan untrained in the arts of The Force, Ben Solo, as was his name long discarded now, would spent most of the first few years training the very basics. Most of his time spend on the theory behind the Force instead of it's practical uses. Kylo, as was his new name, did not have ten or even fifteen years to train Zyra nor were she at a stage where that might be required. As such, her training would be unique - different. Mostly made up on the spot by a man even if he is strong in the Force, who is still a Force User in training himself. I was trained in The Force when I was a young boy. It takes many years to achieve even a hint of greatness. Yet here you stand, untrained and still able to control The Force as if it was nothing. Your training, Zyra, will be hard. It will be difficult and dangerous. You must learn in a handful of years, what I learned in a decade. I will teach you to better control your powers and help you reach deep inside of yourself for new ones. The Force feeds upon Emotions. Fear. Anger. Hate. Even Love. The stronger these emotions are within you, the stronger you become. Think back, when you crushed my mens weapons, you were angry, weren't you? And when you killed two more just now? He questioned, curious to discover which emotions she held close to heart. Was she fueled by Anger? By Hatred or Fear? He would have to teach her to utilize them all to control her emotions and not let them control her. Most Sith were trained to use Anger and Hatred as fuel for their powers. Kylo had heard, though never experienced it himself, that Love and Passion were even more powerful tools. And unknown to him, for now, this new emotion was beginning to form at the very depths of his soul. Most of your training will be in the field, where failure is rewarded with death. The robed man said as he held her in his grip still, his head hovering ever so slightly closer to the smaller form before him. Though I suspect that you're not everything you seem.