Author Note: Well, I guess I have to state that I do not own star wars and
George Lucas does o.o Unfortunately. Anyway, some of you will probably
notice that Cyon and (his master) look relatively similar to Obi-Wan and
Qui-Gon. I can't help it =( I LOVE Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, they just make the
best Jedi team ever. So, I wanted to write a story basically about them,
except not having to actually use their characters. So think of it as my
own versions of Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon going through life together =D Enjoy.
1 "The Light and the Dark"
Two more years now pass, and the 13 year old Cyon lies sleeping in his bed. His comforter is pulled up to his neck, curling up into a ball as he sleeps soundly. He begins to feel a gentle shaking on him, then slowly opens his eyes half way, staring in front of him. Alexia sighs and keeps shaking him, "Come on Cyon, if you don't hurry we'll be late. Today's the day!" Something clicks in Cyon's brain; today IS the day. He immediately sits up, Alexia helping him up to his feet as he picks up his robe from the nearby table, rushing into the bathroom to get changed.
Once in the bathroom, he slips off his night shirt and his pants, then sets them to the side sloppily. He quickly wraps his robe back around his body, tying his sash around his waist to hold it on. He then leans down, picking up his brown boots and quickly slipping them on as well. Once this is finished he stands up and places his hand on the doorknob, rushed, but then stops. He looks to his side, looking down at his night clothing.
He smiles, then picks them up in his hands, slowly folding them and taking them with him out of the room. His thoughts ruminate on them, thinking to himself, 'This is the last time I'll probably never see these old things again. After today, these will be passed on to the next Jedi student after me. I wonder if they will itch as much for him as they did for me.' He chuckles lightly at that, then feels a swift, playful thwap on the back of his head.
He blinks and quickly turns around, Alexia giving an almost annoyed look, "I won't let you make me late for this like you do for everything else, Cyon. Now come on!" He gave an apologetic smile, then put his clothes down neatly on his, well, what used to be his bed. Alexia and Cyon then both walked out of the room, making their way towards the end of the hallway.
They stop at a doorway, the doors slowly sliding open to the sides, revealing a floating platform. Alexia steps onto it first, followed by Cyon. Without a word, the platform sinks down the long shaft it is positioned in, taking them all the way down to the bottom floor of the temple. Alexia takes Cyon's hand, hurrying him along, "Cyon, why must you always take so long to wake up and get ready!? We only have a few minutes now." Cyon let her drag him, laughing a bit, "Calm down Alexia, we won't be late. Relax."
Alexia sighed, still dragging him along quickly, "I'm not going to risk looking bad in front of the new Masters because you made us late, Cyon. Whether you think we have time or not, we have to hurry! Aren't you nervous about today?" Cyon never really thought about it before. He kept walking with her, but his mind was wondering about what his master will be like; of course assuming anyone even finds him worthy enough to be an apprentice.
On the secluded planet hidden from the rest of the galaxy, the sun slowly rises over the horizon, bringing light slowly across the sand. The light hits the top of the Sith Catacombs, then continues to spread across the desert land. Deep down within the depths of the catacombs, number 78 slowly rises, wiping his eyes a bit, giving a slight yawn as he stands from his bed. He sees 77 and 79 still sleeping, then rolls his eyes a bit. His hair is a jet black, spiked and short with a rat's tail as well. The Sith students all seem to have this hair cut, all sharing the hair style of the young Jedi.
78 tightened his black robe around him tightly, tying on his sash as he kicks the side of 79's bed. He scowls a bit, "Wake up you lazy Banthas." 79 yawns, then slowly sits up, bringing his hand to his side and into 78's stomach, barely hitting him though. 78 pushes his hand off him, then smirks, slapping him lightly on the chest, giving him a friendly tap before he turns around and heads for the door. "79, wake up 77 and lets get going. Today we get assigned masters, and I want to be the first one there. I'm not letting you morons slow me down."
79 glared up at him lightly, then stood up before hitting 77 on the side of the head, quickly waking him up now. All three boys are also at the age of 13, however 78 only just reaching this point a few days before. 79 and 77 both are older than him, yet each seem to follow him around, as if they were his henchmen, if you will. 79 and 77 struggle around with their clothing, finally tying their robes on and putting on their boots. They both follow 78 down the hall way, reaching the end and quickly jogging down the flight of stairs.
78 passes the other two by far, 79 and 77 almost out of breath, "78! Wait up! You're too fast!" 78 just keeps rushing down, determined to be the first there, sure that if he's there first all the masters will notice his determination. 78 finally reaches the floor he has been searching for, then skids out into the room. It's empty? 79 and 77 both stumble out of the stairs, almost out of breath as 77 hangs on 79's shoulder, trying to balance himself. "-huff- Where –huff- is –huff- everyone?" 79 rolls his eyes a bit, "-huff- I –huff- bet –huff- 78 –huff- got us –huff- here –huff- too early."
78 turns around, glaring at them lightly, as if daring them to try to mock him on his eagerness. Neither 79 nor 77 say anything, then 78 turns back around as he sits indian style in the center of the room. 77 and 79 begin to catch their breath, then take seats next to 78 as they all wait calmly.
They hear footsteps from the stairway, turning their heads as they see their master walking out from the dark stairwell. His hands are behind his back, then smirks down at his students, pleased to see how determined they must be. "I must admit, I'm surprised to see anyone down here so soon." The students all smile up at their master, watching him walk toward them.
The Jedi teacher slowly paces back and forth in front of his students, all of them standing at attention. He stops in front of Cyon and Alexia, smiling down at them as he begins to speak. "As I'm sure all of you know, today you will be assigned your masters whom will train for you years to come in the ways of the force. Now, you are to show complete respect to your master, regard him as high as the great Yoda himself. Learn from him, take in his advice, use it to better yourself."
He then sighs, turning his back to them as he walks away from them a few steps, "Now, some of you might not be chosen by a master this day. This is because, despite my teachings, some of you just don't have the qualities needed to go on to being a Jedi Knight one day." He stops walking, closing his eyes, "As you know, at the age of 13, if a Jedi student does not take on a master, he or she gets sent to the Agricultural Crops, where you will still be taken care of by our helpers there, as well.." He turns around again, smiling slightly, "Even if you are not chosen today, you will still live a decent life, using your abilities in the force to help with the crops, providing food for this planet. Perhaps you may even move onto something more one day." He then lifts his hand, coughing into his fist lightly to clear his throat, moving back onto the subject at hand.
"Now, stand at attention and present yourself to any master that asks you to. Once you are chosen by a master, you will then proceed to your master's living quarters, where you will set up your new living arrangements. You will be living with them from now on, until you one day become a Jedi Knight, and may have an apprentice of your own. After you set up your arrangements, the rest of your time here in this temple will be decided by your master." He begins to pace in front of his students slowly again, looking from one student to the next, "You will see your class mates again, do not worry. Your friends will remain your friends, but they will become significantly less important in your lives now. There will still be a few mandatory classes, such as a new poetry session we are attempting this year to help students become a bit more in tune with their emotions, helping them understand themselves."
The master stops in front of his students now, facing them again as he smiles, "Finally, I want you all to remember everything I have taught you, and want you all to know that you have been exceptional students. May the force be with you." With that, the entire class responded, "And with you, master." Both master and students all bowed now, the class bowing in thanks to the teacher for all he has taught them, and the teacher giving his blessings to them all. With that, the teacher turned around, making his way out of that section of the garden.
A group of Jedi slowly entered the section of the garden, walking in with cloaks wrapped around them, their hoods down, each holding a smaller cloak to their side. Cyon figured the smaller cloak would be for their apprentices. Cyon began to look around as he watched fellow students begin to be questioned by potential masters, a few being taken after only three questions. Cyon assumed that some people must just click together, he guessed.
Most other masters took their time, scouting through every student thoroughly, trying to find which one would best fit together with the master's teaching styles. Cyon began to look around through all the masters, none of them really catching his eye. He looks to his side, and smiles to see a human female Jedi take Alexia by the hand, and lead her back to their room. Alexia turned around and smiled at Cyon, waving happily, "I'm sure we'll see each other soon Cyon! Bye!" Cyon waved back, then continued to look around at his other fellow students.
He watches his other friends be taken away one by one, until only a handful of the students were left. Cyon still didn't feel any of the masters were meant for him, until he looked at a man entering the garden's section at just that moment. At first, Cyon thought it odd that a Jedi Master would be late to an event, and chuckled a bit, thinking that the man must have had the same problem of getting up early as Cyon did.
The man was tall, but not so tall as to tower over everyone. He had a short beard along with a short mustache, as most Masters did at that time. His hair came down behind him, stopping at a little past his shoulders. His hair was mostly brown, but had various gray hairs straining down through it, showing his signs of age. There wasn't much besides the few strains of hair that gave away his age, he looked like he could have been considered relatively young. He stood at the entrance, then slowly trailed his eyes across the row of the remaining Jedi students. The man looked down at Cyon, and smiled as Cyon quickly turned his head away. He had been staring at the man, though Cyon wasn't exactly sure why.
The man walked toward Cyon, then bent slightly so they were at about face to face. He smiled, "Hello there. And what is your name?" Cyon quickly looked up at him, answering him immediately, "Cyon Herian, Sir." The man smiled again, "You needn't be so tense; relax." The man then stood up, taking Cyon's hand and shaking it lightly, "My name is Du-Ran Doogn. Now, why were you staring at me?" Cyon looked up at him, then turned away, slightly embarrassed he noticed, "Well, Sir, I thought it odd that a Jedi Master would be late." He quickly looked up at the man again, "I'm sorry, Sir, I mean no disrespect."
The man chuckled a bit, "None taken. I simply arrived late because there was no reason for me to rush through breakfast just to be here on time. If it is the will of the force for one of these students to be my apprentice, then the force would have kept them here long enough for me to claim them as my apprentice." Cyon smiled up at the man for once, feeling slightly at ease, nodding. Du-Ran sets his hand down on Cyon's head, patting it lightly. "So, Cyon, how would you like to be my apprentice?"
Cyon nodded quickly, his smile growing a bit wider, "I'd be honored, Sir."
Du-Ran turned, standing next to Cyon's side as he places his hand on Cyon's back, leading them to the elevator to be taken back up to Du-Ran's room. "You may call me master, from now on. And once you prove yourself a worthy apprentice, maybe even 'Du-Ran'." At that they both laughed, knowing Du- Ran was only teasing, knowing that a Jedi never thinks of himself as better, or more important, than another.
"Now, Cyon, once we reach my quarters, you are to quickly arrange your side of the room to how you like, then we shall begin your training." Cyon nodded, the two of them stepping onto the floating pad seconds before it lifts off, heading to the appropriate floor. Cyon couldn't help but feel that this was the first day of his new life, where it all begins. And Cyon, for one, was glad that Du-Ran was the master that would lead him through it.
The Sith students all stood at attention, one by one being lead away by an appropriate master; 77, 78, and 79 all still remaining, standing in numerical order. Unlike in the Jedi Temple, the Sith students were assigned a master chosen for them by ranking the Sith student's capabilities. They were also being called up in numerical order.
In the dimly lit room, there is a large platform in which the Sith teacher stands on, calling up the students one by one. Once they reach the platform, they are assigned two things: First, they are given a master. Second, the Sith teacher assigns the student his Sith name.
77 finally gets called, then quickly approaches the platform. Once standing on it, the teacher places his hand on his back, then pushes him to the side and into his master, "This will be you master, Darth Rune. You will follow every single instruction he gives you. Maybe if you're lucky, you will grow into a decent warrior, instead of a fumbling idiot." The rest of the class chuckled at this. "Now I bestow upon, the title of 'Darth Trinity'." After that, Trinity made his way, along side his master, out of the room.
78 slowly looked up, looking his teacher in the eye as he spoke out, "Number 78, report." He slowly made his way to the platform, stepping up onto it and approaching the teacher. The teacher placed his hand on 78's back, yet didn't push him along like 77, the teacher seeming to almost have some respect in 78. "Now, 78, this is your new master, Darth Premonition." The teacher looked down at 78, smirking a little, "Do as your master tells you, make us all proud. You have shown a lot of promise these past years, you just might be the one that will bring forth the destruction of the Jedi." 78 nodded, smirking back slightly. "Now, I bestow upon you, the title of 'Darth Omen'."
He just stood there for a moment, thinking about his name, then looks forward at his master. He finally made up his mind, deciding that he liked the name, grinning a bit as his master turned around. They both start to make their way toward the stairwell, the master keeping his hands folded over in front of him, his sleeves covering his arms. His black hood stays over his head, however his face isn't concealed by a shadow like most other masters. "Well, young apprentice, I can sense the darkness in you is strong. However, not nearly strong enough. You have a long, hard road in front of you my apprentice."
Omen nodded slowly, only answering with, "Yes, of course, Master." Premonition smirked lightly at his obedience, then continued walking, "Another thing; your class may have been allowed to speak whenever they want, but a Sith is to be silent and dignified, however evil we may be. From now on, you will not speak unless spoken to, understood?" Omen once again replied, "Yes, of course, Master." The two then continued walking, continuing their path, ascending up the stairs immediately to the Sith training grounds, dedicating every minute of their new life to training.
Author Note: Well, that was chapter two! =D did you like!? Was it decent at least!? Do you want more? If you do, PLEASE REVIEW! ;.; It's no fun if I don't think people read my story, and how do I know unless you review? ^^ Any commentary is welcomed, thanks!
And by the way, the master's name is pronounced "Doo-rawn Dune." And incase you can't pronounce Cyon, it's "Sigh-on" lol
1 "The Light and the Dark"
Two more years now pass, and the 13 year old Cyon lies sleeping in his bed. His comforter is pulled up to his neck, curling up into a ball as he sleeps soundly. He begins to feel a gentle shaking on him, then slowly opens his eyes half way, staring in front of him. Alexia sighs and keeps shaking him, "Come on Cyon, if you don't hurry we'll be late. Today's the day!" Something clicks in Cyon's brain; today IS the day. He immediately sits up, Alexia helping him up to his feet as he picks up his robe from the nearby table, rushing into the bathroom to get changed.
Once in the bathroom, he slips off his night shirt and his pants, then sets them to the side sloppily. He quickly wraps his robe back around his body, tying his sash around his waist to hold it on. He then leans down, picking up his brown boots and quickly slipping them on as well. Once this is finished he stands up and places his hand on the doorknob, rushed, but then stops. He looks to his side, looking down at his night clothing.
He smiles, then picks them up in his hands, slowly folding them and taking them with him out of the room. His thoughts ruminate on them, thinking to himself, 'This is the last time I'll probably never see these old things again. After today, these will be passed on to the next Jedi student after me. I wonder if they will itch as much for him as they did for me.' He chuckles lightly at that, then feels a swift, playful thwap on the back of his head.
He blinks and quickly turns around, Alexia giving an almost annoyed look, "I won't let you make me late for this like you do for everything else, Cyon. Now come on!" He gave an apologetic smile, then put his clothes down neatly on his, well, what used to be his bed. Alexia and Cyon then both walked out of the room, making their way towards the end of the hallway.
They stop at a doorway, the doors slowly sliding open to the sides, revealing a floating platform. Alexia steps onto it first, followed by Cyon. Without a word, the platform sinks down the long shaft it is positioned in, taking them all the way down to the bottom floor of the temple. Alexia takes Cyon's hand, hurrying him along, "Cyon, why must you always take so long to wake up and get ready!? We only have a few minutes now." Cyon let her drag him, laughing a bit, "Calm down Alexia, we won't be late. Relax."
Alexia sighed, still dragging him along quickly, "I'm not going to risk looking bad in front of the new Masters because you made us late, Cyon. Whether you think we have time or not, we have to hurry! Aren't you nervous about today?" Cyon never really thought about it before. He kept walking with her, but his mind was wondering about what his master will be like; of course assuming anyone even finds him worthy enough to be an apprentice.
On the secluded planet hidden from the rest of the galaxy, the sun slowly rises over the horizon, bringing light slowly across the sand. The light hits the top of the Sith Catacombs, then continues to spread across the desert land. Deep down within the depths of the catacombs, number 78 slowly rises, wiping his eyes a bit, giving a slight yawn as he stands from his bed. He sees 77 and 79 still sleeping, then rolls his eyes a bit. His hair is a jet black, spiked and short with a rat's tail as well. The Sith students all seem to have this hair cut, all sharing the hair style of the young Jedi.
78 tightened his black robe around him tightly, tying on his sash as he kicks the side of 79's bed. He scowls a bit, "Wake up you lazy Banthas." 79 yawns, then slowly sits up, bringing his hand to his side and into 78's stomach, barely hitting him though. 78 pushes his hand off him, then smirks, slapping him lightly on the chest, giving him a friendly tap before he turns around and heads for the door. "79, wake up 77 and lets get going. Today we get assigned masters, and I want to be the first one there. I'm not letting you morons slow me down."
79 glared up at him lightly, then stood up before hitting 77 on the side of the head, quickly waking him up now. All three boys are also at the age of 13, however 78 only just reaching this point a few days before. 79 and 77 both are older than him, yet each seem to follow him around, as if they were his henchmen, if you will. 79 and 77 struggle around with their clothing, finally tying their robes on and putting on their boots. They both follow 78 down the hall way, reaching the end and quickly jogging down the flight of stairs.
78 passes the other two by far, 79 and 77 almost out of breath, "78! Wait up! You're too fast!" 78 just keeps rushing down, determined to be the first there, sure that if he's there first all the masters will notice his determination. 78 finally reaches the floor he has been searching for, then skids out into the room. It's empty? 79 and 77 both stumble out of the stairs, almost out of breath as 77 hangs on 79's shoulder, trying to balance himself. "-huff- Where –huff- is –huff- everyone?" 79 rolls his eyes a bit, "-huff- I –huff- bet –huff- 78 –huff- got us –huff- here –huff- too early."
78 turns around, glaring at them lightly, as if daring them to try to mock him on his eagerness. Neither 79 nor 77 say anything, then 78 turns back around as he sits indian style in the center of the room. 77 and 79 begin to catch their breath, then take seats next to 78 as they all wait calmly.
They hear footsteps from the stairway, turning their heads as they see their master walking out from the dark stairwell. His hands are behind his back, then smirks down at his students, pleased to see how determined they must be. "I must admit, I'm surprised to see anyone down here so soon." The students all smile up at their master, watching him walk toward them.
The Jedi teacher slowly paces back and forth in front of his students, all of them standing at attention. He stops in front of Cyon and Alexia, smiling down at them as he begins to speak. "As I'm sure all of you know, today you will be assigned your masters whom will train for you years to come in the ways of the force. Now, you are to show complete respect to your master, regard him as high as the great Yoda himself. Learn from him, take in his advice, use it to better yourself."
He then sighs, turning his back to them as he walks away from them a few steps, "Now, some of you might not be chosen by a master this day. This is because, despite my teachings, some of you just don't have the qualities needed to go on to being a Jedi Knight one day." He stops walking, closing his eyes, "As you know, at the age of 13, if a Jedi student does not take on a master, he or she gets sent to the Agricultural Crops, where you will still be taken care of by our helpers there, as well.." He turns around again, smiling slightly, "Even if you are not chosen today, you will still live a decent life, using your abilities in the force to help with the crops, providing food for this planet. Perhaps you may even move onto something more one day." He then lifts his hand, coughing into his fist lightly to clear his throat, moving back onto the subject at hand.
"Now, stand at attention and present yourself to any master that asks you to. Once you are chosen by a master, you will then proceed to your master's living quarters, where you will set up your new living arrangements. You will be living with them from now on, until you one day become a Jedi Knight, and may have an apprentice of your own. After you set up your arrangements, the rest of your time here in this temple will be decided by your master." He begins to pace in front of his students slowly again, looking from one student to the next, "You will see your class mates again, do not worry. Your friends will remain your friends, but they will become significantly less important in your lives now. There will still be a few mandatory classes, such as a new poetry session we are attempting this year to help students become a bit more in tune with their emotions, helping them understand themselves."
The master stops in front of his students now, facing them again as he smiles, "Finally, I want you all to remember everything I have taught you, and want you all to know that you have been exceptional students. May the force be with you." With that, the entire class responded, "And with you, master." Both master and students all bowed now, the class bowing in thanks to the teacher for all he has taught them, and the teacher giving his blessings to them all. With that, the teacher turned around, making his way out of that section of the garden.
A group of Jedi slowly entered the section of the garden, walking in with cloaks wrapped around them, their hoods down, each holding a smaller cloak to their side. Cyon figured the smaller cloak would be for their apprentices. Cyon began to look around as he watched fellow students begin to be questioned by potential masters, a few being taken after only three questions. Cyon assumed that some people must just click together, he guessed.
Most other masters took their time, scouting through every student thoroughly, trying to find which one would best fit together with the master's teaching styles. Cyon began to look around through all the masters, none of them really catching his eye. He looks to his side, and smiles to see a human female Jedi take Alexia by the hand, and lead her back to their room. Alexia turned around and smiled at Cyon, waving happily, "I'm sure we'll see each other soon Cyon! Bye!" Cyon waved back, then continued to look around at his other fellow students.
He watches his other friends be taken away one by one, until only a handful of the students were left. Cyon still didn't feel any of the masters were meant for him, until he looked at a man entering the garden's section at just that moment. At first, Cyon thought it odd that a Jedi Master would be late to an event, and chuckled a bit, thinking that the man must have had the same problem of getting up early as Cyon did.
The man was tall, but not so tall as to tower over everyone. He had a short beard along with a short mustache, as most Masters did at that time. His hair came down behind him, stopping at a little past his shoulders. His hair was mostly brown, but had various gray hairs straining down through it, showing his signs of age. There wasn't much besides the few strains of hair that gave away his age, he looked like he could have been considered relatively young. He stood at the entrance, then slowly trailed his eyes across the row of the remaining Jedi students. The man looked down at Cyon, and smiled as Cyon quickly turned his head away. He had been staring at the man, though Cyon wasn't exactly sure why.
The man walked toward Cyon, then bent slightly so they were at about face to face. He smiled, "Hello there. And what is your name?" Cyon quickly looked up at him, answering him immediately, "Cyon Herian, Sir." The man smiled again, "You needn't be so tense; relax." The man then stood up, taking Cyon's hand and shaking it lightly, "My name is Du-Ran Doogn. Now, why were you staring at me?" Cyon looked up at him, then turned away, slightly embarrassed he noticed, "Well, Sir, I thought it odd that a Jedi Master would be late." He quickly looked up at the man again, "I'm sorry, Sir, I mean no disrespect."
The man chuckled a bit, "None taken. I simply arrived late because there was no reason for me to rush through breakfast just to be here on time. If it is the will of the force for one of these students to be my apprentice, then the force would have kept them here long enough for me to claim them as my apprentice." Cyon smiled up at the man for once, feeling slightly at ease, nodding. Du-Ran sets his hand down on Cyon's head, patting it lightly. "So, Cyon, how would you like to be my apprentice?"
Cyon nodded quickly, his smile growing a bit wider, "I'd be honored, Sir."
Du-Ran turned, standing next to Cyon's side as he places his hand on Cyon's back, leading them to the elevator to be taken back up to Du-Ran's room. "You may call me master, from now on. And once you prove yourself a worthy apprentice, maybe even 'Du-Ran'." At that they both laughed, knowing Du- Ran was only teasing, knowing that a Jedi never thinks of himself as better, or more important, than another.
"Now, Cyon, once we reach my quarters, you are to quickly arrange your side of the room to how you like, then we shall begin your training." Cyon nodded, the two of them stepping onto the floating pad seconds before it lifts off, heading to the appropriate floor. Cyon couldn't help but feel that this was the first day of his new life, where it all begins. And Cyon, for one, was glad that Du-Ran was the master that would lead him through it.
The Sith students all stood at attention, one by one being lead away by an appropriate master; 77, 78, and 79 all still remaining, standing in numerical order. Unlike in the Jedi Temple, the Sith students were assigned a master chosen for them by ranking the Sith student's capabilities. They were also being called up in numerical order.
In the dimly lit room, there is a large platform in which the Sith teacher stands on, calling up the students one by one. Once they reach the platform, they are assigned two things: First, they are given a master. Second, the Sith teacher assigns the student his Sith name.
77 finally gets called, then quickly approaches the platform. Once standing on it, the teacher places his hand on his back, then pushes him to the side and into his master, "This will be you master, Darth Rune. You will follow every single instruction he gives you. Maybe if you're lucky, you will grow into a decent warrior, instead of a fumbling idiot." The rest of the class chuckled at this. "Now I bestow upon, the title of 'Darth Trinity'." After that, Trinity made his way, along side his master, out of the room.
78 slowly looked up, looking his teacher in the eye as he spoke out, "Number 78, report." He slowly made his way to the platform, stepping up onto it and approaching the teacher. The teacher placed his hand on 78's back, yet didn't push him along like 77, the teacher seeming to almost have some respect in 78. "Now, 78, this is your new master, Darth Premonition." The teacher looked down at 78, smirking a little, "Do as your master tells you, make us all proud. You have shown a lot of promise these past years, you just might be the one that will bring forth the destruction of the Jedi." 78 nodded, smirking back slightly. "Now, I bestow upon you, the title of 'Darth Omen'."
He just stood there for a moment, thinking about his name, then looks forward at his master. He finally made up his mind, deciding that he liked the name, grinning a bit as his master turned around. They both start to make their way toward the stairwell, the master keeping his hands folded over in front of him, his sleeves covering his arms. His black hood stays over his head, however his face isn't concealed by a shadow like most other masters. "Well, young apprentice, I can sense the darkness in you is strong. However, not nearly strong enough. You have a long, hard road in front of you my apprentice."
Omen nodded slowly, only answering with, "Yes, of course, Master." Premonition smirked lightly at his obedience, then continued walking, "Another thing; your class may have been allowed to speak whenever they want, but a Sith is to be silent and dignified, however evil we may be. From now on, you will not speak unless spoken to, understood?" Omen once again replied, "Yes, of course, Master." The two then continued walking, continuing their path, ascending up the stairs immediately to the Sith training grounds, dedicating every minute of their new life to training.
Author Note: Well, that was chapter two! =D did you like!? Was it decent at least!? Do you want more? If you do, PLEASE REVIEW! ;.; It's no fun if I don't think people read my story, and how do I know unless you review? ^^ Any commentary is welcomed, thanks!
And by the way, the master's name is pronounced "Doo-rawn Dune." And incase you can't pronounce Cyon, it's "Sigh-on" lol