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Part 2
The next couple of days passed quickly for Jenar. Kry pushed her to the limits in training, some sessions going for as long as 12 hours a day. When they were finished Jenar would barely have the energy to make it into her small room before falling asleep.
The dreams came every night, no matter how tired she was. The figure in the darkness would speak to her, the same word, "Soon." Somehow these nightly visitations would make her feel better. They strengthened her in a way, this strange netherworld of night and smoky fog. The stranger with glowing eyes and rough, silk voice, made her feel less alone, less weak.
The day of selection came. The sky was bright and clear above them as Kry and Jenar made their way to the center of town. Jenar kept her head bowed as she followed Kry's tall form, but she could not help but notice the stares that followed her from some of the people in town. They all had an opinion of Kry's wild child, the orphan he took upon himself to train even though she was a lost cause. She did not give them the satisfaction of a response to these stares. She felt their eyes on her as she resolutely kept her eyes focused ahead on Kry's back.
The closer they came to the town center the more apprentices they ran into. She saw Ania and her band of followers up ahead of them. The slender blonde had always been a thorn in Jenars' side, and the cause of more than one of her fights. She was younger than Jenar and was most likely one of the two to be chosen today. She thought herself far more superior than any of the other apprentices in the town, and delighted in bating and tormenting Jenar with jibes and insults about her poor history of training. She could not let her mess up this day for her.
Kry broke into her thoughts. "You must go to the gathering area with the others Jenar." He said, placing a hand on her shoulder. She turned her face up to look at him. "You will do well my apprentice." He began, "You must remember control and you will do fine. Let your thoughts be unclouded by doubt and fear."
Jenar nodded and headed towards the area were the apprentice Jedi's waited before the selection began. Ania was already there. Her group was fluttering around her like moths to a flame. Jenar could sense that none of her little band of followers was nearly as strong in the Force as Ania was. That may have been part of the reason they flocked to her, hoping someway it would make them stronger.
Jenar stayed by herself watching the others come in. There would be about thirty apprentices today going in front of the elders of the village. She began breathing deeply, clearing her mind, and calming her heart. Control was the key, being calm. All she had to do was remain calm and relaxed.
She heard her name spoken loudly, as if to make sure she'd hear it.
"Jenar, look at her over there. The oldest among us I believe."
Jenar could tell without looking who it was. Anias' voice was full of mockery. Jenar ignored it. She refused to give in to the anger Ania was trying to rile.
Ania's green eyes glittered with the cruelty of youth and ambition. She knew Jenar was more powerful than she was, but she also knew her weaknesses. If she could get her blinded by doubt, Jenar would never beat her.
With a toss of her golden blonde hair, Ania continued. "I wonder if they are going to set a limit on how many times you can try, they have to be tired of telling her no by now." The others around her giggled nervously in agreement. Maybe they could feel the build up of energy on Jenar's side of the room; maybe they could sense what was about to happen if Ania did not stop her barrage of insults.
Jenar was having trouble ignoring the younger girl. She was tired of being treated this way, and it wasn't just by Ania. She remembered the looks given her by some of the elders of the town, shaking their heads as she passed by, not only today but her whole life it seemed. Hearing Ania speak as she was brought it back to the forefront of her mind. Anger was destroying any control she had built up, red-hot seething anger that had been forged through years of harsh words and harsher stares. Jenar fought with the overwhelming emotions, she had to keep a hold on them today of all days. "I can't let her get to me." Jenar repeated over and over to herself, "I cannot let her get to me." She felt heat rising along her skin, and she beat it back. It was like the prickling of hundreds of needles, all at once, burning her.
Ania could tell it was working. A cruel smile crossed her full lips as she spoke again. "Her master is being talked about all over the village. She's bringing him down in his standing with the elders," she laughed. "Such a hopeless case, they wonder if Kry has all his mind left to keep her on as he does."
Jenar turned in fury, unable to take anymore from her. The young Jedi around Ania gasped and backed away as they saw the look in Jenar's eyes. The strange blue had turned nearly black in her irises from sheer hatred and anger. The power was electric, it charged the air as it emanated from the girl, and it was pure darkness.
Ania was suddenly quiet. She felt the power pouring from the older girl like a wall pressing against her. She hadn't counted on Jenar fighting back. Fear, cold and tight, gripped her.
Jenars voice was low and deadly. "No more," she said. With one gesture of her hand, she flung Ania back to the ground hard.
There was a cry from somewhere nearby but Jenar was focused on the whimpering blonde scrambling away from her on the floor. "You never stop Ania, but I'm going to change that," she told her.
Ania was scared; tears were starting to form in her eyes. She tried using the Force to defend herself, tried to push Jenar back, but it was like a shield surrounded her. She couldn't do anything to the other Jedi from advancing on her. Ania began pleading with Jenar, her voice a babbling sob. "Please...Please...I'm sorry..."
Another gesture and it was like a fist struck Ania's left cheek. A thin line of blood streamed from the corner of her mouth. Jenar kept moving towards her, not hearing a word. Another wave of her hand and the young blonde was tossed to the other side of the room. Ania was moaning now, dazed by the attack. Jenar smiled.
"Jenar stop!" a familiar voice cried out. At the sound Jenar turned to see Kry and a group of the elders rushing towards them. Jenar shook her head clear. She saw what she had done to Ania. The younger Jedi wasn't moving, only a low moan of pain gave any indication that she was still alive.
She was in trouble. This was bad. There was no way they would let her be a knight now. The elders would never understand, let alone what Kry would say to her. Ania had gotten the better of her. She was going to have to leave and fast. With a thought Jenar called the power of Force Speed and ran in a blur away from the town center, the cries of her master to stop unheeded.
"Damn you Ania." Jenar said aloud as she ran into her room. She grabbed her pack and filled it with an extra tunic and leggings, the small data pad she used to record her thoughts and journal on, the few republic credits she had saved, and some personal things she couldn't leave behind. Quickly gathering it all up she headed to the kitchen she had shared with her master. Jenar felt guilty but she needed to eat. She wrapped a small loaf of bread, some dried meat, a small block of cheese and a flask of Alderanian brandy in a cloth. Along with that she took two sweet pastries and a silver canteen of water. This would get her through the walk to the space port on the far side of the island.
Sensing that time was short Jenar quickly hurried from the small clay house she had called home for so many years. She pulled her cowl up and made her way into the forest. At the edge of trees she looked back. Kry and a group of elders had come to the house. "They must have guessed I'd come back there," Jenar thought to herself. She knew they would believe her too dangerous to let stay free. She felt sorry for Kry. He had believed in her, and when Ania had brought him into the slander that had been the last straw. But Jenar knew no one would understand that Ania had brought it upon herself. And maybe they were right, maybe she had went a little extreme on the younger girl. But that was no reason to imprison her. Jenar needed to get away, and quickly.
"Good bye master," she said softly, watching the group quickly enter the small house with their lightsabres at the ready. Jenar turned and ran into the forest. They would be searching for her. They would search the village first and then they would send for the hunters to search the forest. By then she would be near her goal. Jenar knew the forest well, and she knew how to shield herself from detection. Being an outcast for most her life she liked not being found or bothered. This had made her an expert in that area. But if they sent hunters, and she was sure they would, that skill wouldn't matter.
The hunters were a race of natives to the planet, one of the reasons the Jedi's had chosen this world. They were immune to mind tricks and influence and were skilled in the art of tracking and capturing prey. The Jedi's had chosen them as a sort of police force, to hunt down and guard the rogue Jedi's when one was discovered before the Jedi could become fully one with the dark side. There was a holding area, a kind of prison, on a small island close to the one the village was on. It was there that the captured rogues were taken and never heard from again. Jenar had seen some hunters only twice in her life. She remembered them being large, muscular men covered in animal skin. They stank of sweat and had eyes hard as rock and nearly as lifeless. She couldn't stand them then and they most definitely would not capture her now.
It was after nightfall when Jenar stopped to rest, her keen eyes could see in the darkness but only to certain point. The forest was nearly pitch black with the thickness of the tree tops blocking out the moon light and she was very tired.
She made her way to the sound of water and found a small brook. Her legs ached as did her shoulders. Thankfully it was a warm night. She couldn't have made a fire anyway for all the attention it would attract. Jenar sat down her pack and pulled off her robe, laying it on the ground. Sitting down on it she pulled the canteen from her pack and swallowed down the still cold water. Exhaustion was pulling her down into sleep. Her eyes were very heavy; she barely had the energy to wash her face in the chilly running water. Walking back from the shore Jenar punched a time on her computer wristlet to chime an alarm a few hours before dawn, it would be just loud enough to let her hear it. Too tired to eat Jenar lay down on the cushion of her robe and fell into a deep sleep.
The dream came again. The figure from the darkness was there. Smoke, cold and dark, swirled around him. She saw herself in the dream this time though. But it was herself not as she was now. She was stronger, dressed in black from head to foot. Her hair was not pulled back and pinned, but loose and worn in long waves down around her shoulders. Her dreamself looked across what seemed a great distance to the cloaked figure, her eyes pleading. She reached out her hand to him and Jenar felt the loneliness deep within her own soul she had kept hidden reach out too. A need to be with this man of shadows, a feeling of belonging with him swept over her. "Please...help me
she heard herself saying to him, "Find me..."
The golden eyes sought hers in the darkness. They met her gaze and Jenar felt the swirling smoke surround her as well. It wrapped around her like an embrace, engulfing her in it's freezing warmth. "I have, the soft whisper of the figures voice said, the sound like rough velvet to her ears. "Wait for me Jenar." He lifted his hand and she felt his gloved fingers touch her cheek. The sensation sent icy fire through her, and she felt a deep sorrow when it went away. The darkness swallowed him, the fog blocking him from view, taking him away from her. His voice echoed in her ears as he disappeared completely. "Wait for me."
Jenar sat up awake to the sound of her wristlet, her eyes wide. The skin on her cheek was tingling numb. She reached up and touched the chilled place were the stranger in her dream had caressed her.
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