Anger.that was his life. Since his youngest years, Doma had received
training as a Sith apprentice. He couldn't really remember having much
choice in the matter, all he could remember was a mysterious figure in a
black cloak talking to his mother, and he assumed that must have been the
moment his fate was decided. Not that he disliked the path that had been
laid before him, but he had always had a feeling, that there was something
more. He knew the galaxy well, the tutors and teachers made sure he knew
that, and although he had a good knowledge of each civilization, he could
not shake this feeling. It had become almost an obsession over the past few
weeks, but he had put it down to unhappiness in his current lifestyle.but
what unhappiness?
He awoke early one morning, the previous nights training had gone quite
well. Though Doma was only 14 , he was one of the more highly skilled
pupils in terms of the dark side of the Force. He looked from his desk in
the corner, to the window. He could hear the sound of birds pouring into
the room through the window, which brought him to his senses. He had been
trying to remember what he had been dreaming of, but he knew what would
materialise in his head when he did remember, it was the same every night.
He would see a lightsabrehilt, on the floor of a dark room, and as he
approaches it, it would flare into life, and fly into his hand. Each time
he dreamed this, he would swing the sabre a few times, but then another one
would appear, a little way away from him. This one however would stay where
it was, and if Doma approached it, it would move away from him.
Sure enough, as he concentrated, the exact same images manifested in his
mind.
"Awake now?" a cold voice emitted from the darkest corner of his room.
"Master" Doma recognised his voice immediately. Ruhmer, one of the highest
ranking Sith alive today. Doma continued, "How long have you been here?"
Ruhmer smiled, however small a smile "You may be skilled, Doma, but you
still come nowhere near to me, I came to bring you something".
Ruhmer put his hand into a pocket of his long, black robes, and brought it
out again with his fingers clutched around a lightsabre. Doma felt the
bottom drop out of his stomach, he knew his master did not take kindly to
Doma misplacing things, especially important things like this.
Ruhmers eyes almost glowed under his hood, red, and angry. He strode from
his corner quickly towards the apprentice and raised him clean out of bed,
his fist clenched firmly around Domas neck.
"Just be thankful," he snarled "If I'd used the force you'd be dead". And
with that, the towering mass of anger that was Ruhmer left the room,
letting Doma fall to his blankets below.
Doma rubbed his neck, as Sith weren't trained to use the force for healing
purposes.
He realised he must have left his saber in the training hall last night,
and now he wished he hadn't. He knew it was a bad idea to cross Sith Master
Ruhmer, as well as being one of the best, he also had on of the shortest
tempers of all the Sith. Doma knew he would probably never equal his
Master, but only a fraction of his power was all that he wanted, enough to
prove to his Master that he was strong.
He stood up, rubbed his neck once more, and took his saber over to his
desk. He would not need it in the safety of the temple. Then, feeling
strangely tired, he dropped onto his sleep couch, and slowly wavered into a
light sleep, in which he was haunted by the same dream as always.
training as a Sith apprentice. He couldn't really remember having much
choice in the matter, all he could remember was a mysterious figure in a
black cloak talking to his mother, and he assumed that must have been the
moment his fate was decided. Not that he disliked the path that had been
laid before him, but he had always had a feeling, that there was something
more. He knew the galaxy well, the tutors and teachers made sure he knew
that, and although he had a good knowledge of each civilization, he could
not shake this feeling. It had become almost an obsession over the past few
weeks, but he had put it down to unhappiness in his current lifestyle.but
what unhappiness?
He awoke early one morning, the previous nights training had gone quite
well. Though Doma was only 14 , he was one of the more highly skilled
pupils in terms of the dark side of the Force. He looked from his desk in
the corner, to the window. He could hear the sound of birds pouring into
the room through the window, which brought him to his senses. He had been
trying to remember what he had been dreaming of, but he knew what would
materialise in his head when he did remember, it was the same every night.
He would see a lightsabrehilt, on the floor of a dark room, and as he
approaches it, it would flare into life, and fly into his hand. Each time
he dreamed this, he would swing the sabre a few times, but then another one
would appear, a little way away from him. This one however would stay where
it was, and if Doma approached it, it would move away from him.
Sure enough, as he concentrated, the exact same images manifested in his
mind.
"Awake now?" a cold voice emitted from the darkest corner of his room.
"Master" Doma recognised his voice immediately. Ruhmer, one of the highest
ranking Sith alive today. Doma continued, "How long have you been here?"
Ruhmer smiled, however small a smile "You may be skilled, Doma, but you
still come nowhere near to me, I came to bring you something".
Ruhmer put his hand into a pocket of his long, black robes, and brought it
out again with his fingers clutched around a lightsabre. Doma felt the
bottom drop out of his stomach, he knew his master did not take kindly to
Doma misplacing things, especially important things like this.
Ruhmers eyes almost glowed under his hood, red, and angry. He strode from
his corner quickly towards the apprentice and raised him clean out of bed,
his fist clenched firmly around Domas neck.
"Just be thankful," he snarled "If I'd used the force you'd be dead". And
with that, the towering mass of anger that was Ruhmer left the room,
letting Doma fall to his blankets below.
Doma rubbed his neck, as Sith weren't trained to use the force for healing
purposes.
He realised he must have left his saber in the training hall last night,
and now he wished he hadn't. He knew it was a bad idea to cross Sith Master
Ruhmer, as well as being one of the best, he also had on of the shortest
tempers of all the Sith. Doma knew he would probably never equal his
Master, but only a fraction of his power was all that he wanted, enough to
prove to his Master that he was strong.
He stood up, rubbed his neck once more, and took his saber over to his
desk. He would not need it in the safety of the temple. Then, feeling
strangely tired, he dropped onto his sleep couch, and slowly wavered into a
light sleep, in which he was haunted by the same dream as always.