Chapter 3
The Training of a Young Hero
It had been sixteen long years since Ayslinn and Aerill left Etheria. He had grown up
so fast; he wasn't the babe she held in her arms that fateful night she lost her home and her
best friend. Aerill seemed to be doing well in his studies but Ayslinn had a sinking feeling
that something was wrong. His progressions in his academic studies were doing well but his
social skills were a little inept. A figure stood beside Ayslinn watching over Aerill. He was
a man not visible to Aerill and yet in the background Ayslinn knew he was there. A mystical
bluish hue surrounded the man as he studied Aerill's movements.
"He seems so lonely sire, he has no friends. I have been meaning to talk to him but I
am afraid to hurt his feelings. It has been a year since he started his training in the ancient
ways. I am afraid that he will not be able to hone them when the time is right. His training
seems to be going slow, he has been distracted by the rumors of war. He is young and rash sir
like many of those his age, so many have been disillusioned by the glory of fighting in the war.
The Republic is facing a great evil and war seems imminent, I do not know how long I will be
able to keep his mind focused. He has your defiance in him sire, the boy does not need that
now, and he has so many other problems to worry about. The boy has been having thoughts of
being a hero. I don't know what to do about it." Ayslinn said to the man behind her.
"You must train him in the ancient ways Ayslinn, he can not avoid his destiny. He must
take his place or all is lost." the figure says.
"Can't you just show him?" she asks.
"Ayslinn my destiny has been fulfilled your destiny is with the boy. Teach him, he is
our last hope." the figure says.
"But.." Ayslinn started but it was too late for the figure had disappeared.
Ayslinn looked at the drawer before her and unlocked it. She opens the drawer revealing
a small cube inside. She studied the cube for a second holding it in her hand trying to decide
if it was time.
"The boy is not ready for this yet." She whispered to herself.
She quickly put the cube away and locked the drawer. She then walked into the adjoining
room and slowly opened it, peering inside. Inside she saw Aerill playing with a model of a Z-95.
Aerill hearing footsteps looked up to see Ayslinn, giving her a big smile. His hand dropped to
the side of his bed and he felt a wooden pole enter his grasp, he gripped it tightly. Standing
up quickly Aerill swung the wooden pole at Ayslinn. To his surprise his pole was met by another
wooden pole gripped tightly in the hands of Ayslinn. Aerill leaned forward pushing downward
against Ayslinn with most of his weight. Ayslinn herself, standing shorter than Aerill, at
five feet and nine inches tall, held onto her pole forcing back against Aerill's power. Aerill
standing at six feet seemed to tower over her. Ayslinn's slim figure was deceiving in appearance
for she was much stronger than she looked. Ayslinn was now about thirty-eight years of age but
still looked like a girl barely out of her teens. Aerill pushed with all his strength down on
Ayslinn trying to overpower her and knock her to the floor. Ayslinn quickly moved out of the
way causing Aerill to offset his balance and nearly fall over. Ayslinn quickly took the moment
to brush his back with her pole.
"First rule of fighting, never expose your back to an enemy unless it is a corpse." she
says jokingly.
Aerill looked at her with a determined look on his face turned around and jabbed at her
with the pole. She quickly jumped back and took a swing for his head. Aerill ducked quickly
and blocked with the upper part of his pole. Upon blocking her swing he slashed upward with the
lower part of his pole. Ayslinn seeing the movement coming through his eyes blocked the move
with the inner part of the pole. She quickly pushed his pole back into him with her pole.
Aerill feeling his own pole hitting him let out a breath of air and then continued fighting.
Aerill spun around using his right foot to pivot slashes upward and is blocked by Ayslinn who
holds her pole above his. Using the other end Aerill slashed upward at Ayslinn, seeing it she
slashed at the strike in the middle. Aerill blocked from the middle and pulled the other end
back toward him, resting it on the inside part of his elbow and striking with the other end to
her left. Ayslinn quickly blocked the strike on the left side. Aerill spun around and slashed
behind him looking to connect with Ayslinn's head but it is too late as she ducked. Ayslinn
used her foot to give the pole momentum and swept out his feet. Aerill fell hard on his back
as Ayslinn raised the end of her pole up to his neck.
"Don't always rely on your weapon. Your body itself can be a weapon." she says.
Ayslinn reaches down to give Aerill a hand. He accepted the hand and Ayslinn pulled
Aerill to his feet.
"Why must I train like this?" He asked inquisitively.
"I told you already you must be prepared to defend yourself." she replied.
"From whom?" He asked.
"From those who might try to hurt you." She said holding back the real answer to whom
who would be after him.
"Who would.." He said before being cut off.
"Enough about this, you must continue your training." she answered.
Aerill walked over to the back door and opened it. Stepping through the door he went to
the back of the house. Aerill looked back to see if Ayslinn was following him but she was gone.
Turning around he found a sword, taking it into his hands he swung it a few times. Smiling at
the control of the blade he focused himself into a fighting stance. A laser blast nearly missed
him as he rolled out of the way. Looking up he aw a training remote honing in on his position
getting ready for the next strike he holds his sword upright. Hopping to his feet he readied
himself for the next strike.
"How can I fight this thing without a blaster?" he asked worried.
"Trust your feelings, learn to anticipate." she replied.
Another shot nearly missed Aerill as he moved out of the way again. Turning toward the
remote he ran in toward it in full stride holding the sword close by getting ready to strike the
remote with his sword. A blast went over Aerill's shoulder nearly missing him as he moved in to
strike. He dropped to ground and rolls out of the way for the next shot, which brought him in
close range of the remote. Quickly standing he swung upward slicing at the remote cutting it in
two. The two pieces scattered in mid air spinning in a downward descent before hitting the
ground. Looking up Aerill raised his sword into the air in a joyous victory over the remote.
Ayslinn just gave a little smile and then continued his training. Aerill breathed heavily not
knowing what to expect next. Suddenly a huge sand bag flies at Aerill from the front, Aerill
seeing the bag coming at him, swung at the bag with the sword slicing the sandbag open. A cloud
of dust filled the air as Aerill closes his eyes to keep the sand out. Another sandbag flew at
Aerill, this time unexpectedly from behind. Aerill unaware of the danger was hit in the back
knocking him off his balance and throwing him forward. Using his other hand he barely kept
himself upright. He quickly jumped to his feet and turned around. He put himself in a fighting
stance sword ready to kill the sandbag that hurt him. Again Aerill was struck from behind
knocking him off balance, and again he was able to balance himself with his hand. The sandbag
came up hitting Aerill in the face, reeling from the pain Aerill falls onto his back.
"Don't trust your eyes boy. Trust your feelings, look inside yourself, use your
instinct!" Ayslinn shouted.
Aerill filled with rage and hate of the sandbag slowly rose to his feet. Readying his
sword to strike the sandbag when it came at him we quickly spun the sword around in his hand
using the skill of almost a master. He bit his lip while standing in the fighting stance
preparing for the next attack from the sandbag. He felt a brush of cold on his neck but he
ignored it as it came. The sandbag moved in quickly this time toward Aerill, he took a breath
as it came. Aerill, ready, quickly rolled out of the way just before it could hit. He turned
and stood on his feet angry and ready to kill the sandbag. Letting out a loud yell he slashed
upward with the sword slashing the bag open making the sand inside scatter. He readied himself
for more sandbags clenching the sword tight in his hands. His aggression is now visible with
him breathing heavily ready to attack. Suddenly Ayslinn moved toward the back door holding her
head. Something was wrong he knew it right there.
"Why'd you stop I was doing good." Aerill questioned the anger in him slowly leaving.
"No boy!" Ayslinn shouted softly but firmly.
"I watched you overcome that sandbag with the hate inside you. That is not the way
Aerill. Fear, aggression, hate so easy they are to gain power but so hurtful in the end. You
are above that Aerill you have been taught better than to use your hatred. These feelings are
of the darkside, they only lead to eternal damnation. You must use your power to defend but
never to attack." Ayslinn explained boldly.
"I don't understand why does it have to be so hard to understand." Aerill asked.
"Life is never easy for those like us. The power we have can be a great blessing or a
great curse. With our power there is a darkside and a lightside there is no in between. What
you do in the here and now echoes for an eternity, if you start down the darkside there is no
turning back, you are either good or evil. That is the way of things, the way it's been since
the beginning of time. You will learn to live with it. Now go to your room and wait." Ayslinn
explained.
"But.." Aerill started to say before being cut off by Ayslinn.
"No buts. Just go." Ayslinn commanded.
Aerill hurried off running into the house and then into his room. Ayslinn stood there
with her eyes focused, knowing that someone had been watching them. She reached down to her
belt pulling out her lightsaber holding it tightly in her hands. Somehow she remained calm as
if she already knew who was coming. Suddenly a tall young black haired man snuck up on Ayslinn.
"Malcolm you don't have to sneak up on me." Ayslinn said while turning around.
"I came for the boy he is of some importance to me. My master requires him, you will
hand him over to me." Malcolm declared.
"You sold yourself to the devil didn't you Malcolm? No good will come from an alliance
with Pentares you know that don't you?" Ayslinn shot back.
Malcolm does not answer her questions instead he pulled his lightsaber from his belt
holding it in his hands.
"I won't let you take him, you'll have to kill me, my love." Ayslinn said.
"If that is how it must be." Malcolm replied.
Malcolm ignited his lightsaber, instantly a blade of blood red shot out. Ayslinn seeing
Malcolm's lightsaber ignited hers letting out a purple blade. Malcolm charged at Ayslinn
swinging knowing what he was going to do Ayslinn prepared for the attack. Ayslinn quickly
blocked his lightsaber with hers holding him there for a second.
"Malcolm don't do this, search your feelings you know this is wrong." Ayslinn said
trying to get past his barriers.
"Ayslinn, I don't want to have to kill you, please just give me the boy." Malcolm
commanded.
"Never." Ayslinn said and then shut him out.
As far as Ayslinn knew Malcolm was already dead, he had died long ago the night she
left. Her worst fears had happened to the man she once loved, the man who was good as she would
ever be had now turned evil. Their love held no concern to him anymore, she had no choice but
to kill him. Their eyes locked on each other's as they continued fighting. Malcolm swung low
as Ayslinn jumped into the air flipping into the air while he blade met his in midair.
Balancing herself Ayslinn held her blade in place stopping Malcolm from his next attack.
Putting his weight on Ayslinn's blade with his he started to overpower her and in the middle of
it he kicked out her leg sending her to the ground. Malcolm then brought his blade down
preparing for the kill but Ayslinn raised her blade blocking his. She then slashed his blade
out of the way as she rolled away from him. Standing on her knees she brought her blade behind
her head blocking his next slash. She spun around bringing herself back up onto her feet. He
charged at her again this time aiming low, she parried the blade low then high spinning her
lightsaber around with the talent of a master. Malcolm attacked every time as Ayslinn only
defended herself matching his every move. Malcolm spun around trying to strike Ayslinn in the
leg. Ayslinn quickly blocked low holding his lightsaber in place she quickly sent a blow to his
chest knocking him backward. He moved in close again attacking while Ayslinn blocked his every
movement he then grabbed ahold of her clothing and threw her to the ground tearing a piece of
her clothing. Just as soon as she fell she jumped back onto her feet just before Malcolm tried
to land a deadly blow at the ground. She tried to sweep his feet but he jumped over her leg.
As he landed he blocked a strike to the chest by Ayslinn's saber. He then uses his power to
strike at Ayslinn several times but as she blocked it her, he continued overpowering her.
Ayslinn unable to keep up she fell to the ground landing hard on her back. Malcolm laughed as
he stood over her, readying to strike. Aerill came running of the house when he stopped as he
saw the man over Ayslinn. He saw what was going to happen, the man was going to kill her.
Taking the only weapon he could, the sword, into hand he ran toward Ayslinn.
"No! Leave her alone." Aerill yelled at the man.
Malcolm smiled as he saw the boy running at him. His target was coming at him; it would
be so easy to capture him. Ayslinn laid there on the ground her thoughts only on the boy. She
wasn't finished she knew it somehow; something told her that this wasn't the end. Acting
quickly she kicked Malcolm in the legs hard knocking him off his feet and onto his back.
Hitting the ground hard Malcolm dropped his saber and it rolled away. Malcolm reached for the
saber but was met by a purple beam close to his throat. There was Ayslinn standing over him
ready to fight. She couldn't kill him now, not with the boy watching. He wouldn't learn if she
had did it this way, instead she decided to let Malcolm go. Malcolm's lightsaber quickly jumped
into her hand and she grasped it. His lightsaber now off, Malcolm knew he was beaten. Ayslinn
tossed the lightsaber back to Malcolm who knowing he lost honorably decided not to fight anymore.
"Now leave Malcolm, don't come back!" Ayslinn commanded the man.
Ayslinn turned off her lightsaber and then re-hooked the lightsaber to her side. She
put an arm around Aerill as she walked with him back into the house. Malcolm's life spared he
knew it would be dishonorable to strike them now after he lost. He couldn't come back and fight
Ayslinn again, that was his chance he had lost. Malcolm would have to wait for Ayslinn to be
taken care of before going back for the boy. For now he must return to his master empty handed
and face the consequences of his actions. He turned away from the house and walked back to the
shuttle. He then entered the landing ramp and starts up the engines. The shuttle's engines
pushed powerfully against the earth as the shuttle took off. Malcolm pushed a button on the
side of his control panel and his ship suddenly disappeared.
The Training of a Young Hero
It had been sixteen long years since Ayslinn and Aerill left Etheria. He had grown up
so fast; he wasn't the babe she held in her arms that fateful night she lost her home and her
best friend. Aerill seemed to be doing well in his studies but Ayslinn had a sinking feeling
that something was wrong. His progressions in his academic studies were doing well but his
social skills were a little inept. A figure stood beside Ayslinn watching over Aerill. He was
a man not visible to Aerill and yet in the background Ayslinn knew he was there. A mystical
bluish hue surrounded the man as he studied Aerill's movements.
"He seems so lonely sire, he has no friends. I have been meaning to talk to him but I
am afraid to hurt his feelings. It has been a year since he started his training in the ancient
ways. I am afraid that he will not be able to hone them when the time is right. His training
seems to be going slow, he has been distracted by the rumors of war. He is young and rash sir
like many of those his age, so many have been disillusioned by the glory of fighting in the war.
The Republic is facing a great evil and war seems imminent, I do not know how long I will be
able to keep his mind focused. He has your defiance in him sire, the boy does not need that
now, and he has so many other problems to worry about. The boy has been having thoughts of
being a hero. I don't know what to do about it." Ayslinn said to the man behind her.
"You must train him in the ancient ways Ayslinn, he can not avoid his destiny. He must
take his place or all is lost." the figure says.
"Can't you just show him?" she asks.
"Ayslinn my destiny has been fulfilled your destiny is with the boy. Teach him, he is
our last hope." the figure says.
"But.." Ayslinn started but it was too late for the figure had disappeared.
Ayslinn looked at the drawer before her and unlocked it. She opens the drawer revealing
a small cube inside. She studied the cube for a second holding it in her hand trying to decide
if it was time.
"The boy is not ready for this yet." She whispered to herself.
She quickly put the cube away and locked the drawer. She then walked into the adjoining
room and slowly opened it, peering inside. Inside she saw Aerill playing with a model of a Z-95.
Aerill hearing footsteps looked up to see Ayslinn, giving her a big smile. His hand dropped to
the side of his bed and he felt a wooden pole enter his grasp, he gripped it tightly. Standing
up quickly Aerill swung the wooden pole at Ayslinn. To his surprise his pole was met by another
wooden pole gripped tightly in the hands of Ayslinn. Aerill leaned forward pushing downward
against Ayslinn with most of his weight. Ayslinn herself, standing shorter than Aerill, at
five feet and nine inches tall, held onto her pole forcing back against Aerill's power. Aerill
standing at six feet seemed to tower over her. Ayslinn's slim figure was deceiving in appearance
for she was much stronger than she looked. Ayslinn was now about thirty-eight years of age but
still looked like a girl barely out of her teens. Aerill pushed with all his strength down on
Ayslinn trying to overpower her and knock her to the floor. Ayslinn quickly moved out of the
way causing Aerill to offset his balance and nearly fall over. Ayslinn quickly took the moment
to brush his back with her pole.
"First rule of fighting, never expose your back to an enemy unless it is a corpse." she
says jokingly.
Aerill looked at her with a determined look on his face turned around and jabbed at her
with the pole. She quickly jumped back and took a swing for his head. Aerill ducked quickly
and blocked with the upper part of his pole. Upon blocking her swing he slashed upward with the
lower part of his pole. Ayslinn seeing the movement coming through his eyes blocked the move
with the inner part of the pole. She quickly pushed his pole back into him with her pole.
Aerill feeling his own pole hitting him let out a breath of air and then continued fighting.
Aerill spun around using his right foot to pivot slashes upward and is blocked by Ayslinn who
holds her pole above his. Using the other end Aerill slashed upward at Ayslinn, seeing it she
slashed at the strike in the middle. Aerill blocked from the middle and pulled the other end
back toward him, resting it on the inside part of his elbow and striking with the other end to
her left. Ayslinn quickly blocked the strike on the left side. Aerill spun around and slashed
behind him looking to connect with Ayslinn's head but it is too late as she ducked. Ayslinn
used her foot to give the pole momentum and swept out his feet. Aerill fell hard on his back
as Ayslinn raised the end of her pole up to his neck.
"Don't always rely on your weapon. Your body itself can be a weapon." she says.
Ayslinn reaches down to give Aerill a hand. He accepted the hand and Ayslinn pulled
Aerill to his feet.
"Why must I train like this?" He asked inquisitively.
"I told you already you must be prepared to defend yourself." she replied.
"From whom?" He asked.
"From those who might try to hurt you." She said holding back the real answer to whom
who would be after him.
"Who would.." He said before being cut off.
"Enough about this, you must continue your training." she answered.
Aerill walked over to the back door and opened it. Stepping through the door he went to
the back of the house. Aerill looked back to see if Ayslinn was following him but she was gone.
Turning around he found a sword, taking it into his hands he swung it a few times. Smiling at
the control of the blade he focused himself into a fighting stance. A laser blast nearly missed
him as he rolled out of the way. Looking up he aw a training remote honing in on his position
getting ready for the next strike he holds his sword upright. Hopping to his feet he readied
himself for the next strike.
"How can I fight this thing without a blaster?" he asked worried.
"Trust your feelings, learn to anticipate." she replied.
Another shot nearly missed Aerill as he moved out of the way again. Turning toward the
remote he ran in toward it in full stride holding the sword close by getting ready to strike the
remote with his sword. A blast went over Aerill's shoulder nearly missing him as he moved in to
strike. He dropped to ground and rolls out of the way for the next shot, which brought him in
close range of the remote. Quickly standing he swung upward slicing at the remote cutting it in
two. The two pieces scattered in mid air spinning in a downward descent before hitting the
ground. Looking up Aerill raised his sword into the air in a joyous victory over the remote.
Ayslinn just gave a little smile and then continued his training. Aerill breathed heavily not
knowing what to expect next. Suddenly a huge sand bag flies at Aerill from the front, Aerill
seeing the bag coming at him, swung at the bag with the sword slicing the sandbag open. A cloud
of dust filled the air as Aerill closes his eyes to keep the sand out. Another sandbag flew at
Aerill, this time unexpectedly from behind. Aerill unaware of the danger was hit in the back
knocking him off his balance and throwing him forward. Using his other hand he barely kept
himself upright. He quickly jumped to his feet and turned around. He put himself in a fighting
stance sword ready to kill the sandbag that hurt him. Again Aerill was struck from behind
knocking him off balance, and again he was able to balance himself with his hand. The sandbag
came up hitting Aerill in the face, reeling from the pain Aerill falls onto his back.
"Don't trust your eyes boy. Trust your feelings, look inside yourself, use your
instinct!" Ayslinn shouted.
Aerill filled with rage and hate of the sandbag slowly rose to his feet. Readying his
sword to strike the sandbag when it came at him we quickly spun the sword around in his hand
using the skill of almost a master. He bit his lip while standing in the fighting stance
preparing for the next attack from the sandbag. He felt a brush of cold on his neck but he
ignored it as it came. The sandbag moved in quickly this time toward Aerill, he took a breath
as it came. Aerill, ready, quickly rolled out of the way just before it could hit. He turned
and stood on his feet angry and ready to kill the sandbag. Letting out a loud yell he slashed
upward with the sword slashing the bag open making the sand inside scatter. He readied himself
for more sandbags clenching the sword tight in his hands. His aggression is now visible with
him breathing heavily ready to attack. Suddenly Ayslinn moved toward the back door holding her
head. Something was wrong he knew it right there.
"Why'd you stop I was doing good." Aerill questioned the anger in him slowly leaving.
"No boy!" Ayslinn shouted softly but firmly.
"I watched you overcome that sandbag with the hate inside you. That is not the way
Aerill. Fear, aggression, hate so easy they are to gain power but so hurtful in the end. You
are above that Aerill you have been taught better than to use your hatred. These feelings are
of the darkside, they only lead to eternal damnation. You must use your power to defend but
never to attack." Ayslinn explained boldly.
"I don't understand why does it have to be so hard to understand." Aerill asked.
"Life is never easy for those like us. The power we have can be a great blessing or a
great curse. With our power there is a darkside and a lightside there is no in between. What
you do in the here and now echoes for an eternity, if you start down the darkside there is no
turning back, you are either good or evil. That is the way of things, the way it's been since
the beginning of time. You will learn to live with it. Now go to your room and wait." Ayslinn
explained.
"But.." Aerill started to say before being cut off by Ayslinn.
"No buts. Just go." Ayslinn commanded.
Aerill hurried off running into the house and then into his room. Ayslinn stood there
with her eyes focused, knowing that someone had been watching them. She reached down to her
belt pulling out her lightsaber holding it tightly in her hands. Somehow she remained calm as
if she already knew who was coming. Suddenly a tall young black haired man snuck up on Ayslinn.
"Malcolm you don't have to sneak up on me." Ayslinn said while turning around.
"I came for the boy he is of some importance to me. My master requires him, you will
hand him over to me." Malcolm declared.
"You sold yourself to the devil didn't you Malcolm? No good will come from an alliance
with Pentares you know that don't you?" Ayslinn shot back.
Malcolm does not answer her questions instead he pulled his lightsaber from his belt
holding it in his hands.
"I won't let you take him, you'll have to kill me, my love." Ayslinn said.
"If that is how it must be." Malcolm replied.
Malcolm ignited his lightsaber, instantly a blade of blood red shot out. Ayslinn seeing
Malcolm's lightsaber ignited hers letting out a purple blade. Malcolm charged at Ayslinn
swinging knowing what he was going to do Ayslinn prepared for the attack. Ayslinn quickly
blocked his lightsaber with hers holding him there for a second.
"Malcolm don't do this, search your feelings you know this is wrong." Ayslinn said
trying to get past his barriers.
"Ayslinn, I don't want to have to kill you, please just give me the boy." Malcolm
commanded.
"Never." Ayslinn said and then shut him out.
As far as Ayslinn knew Malcolm was already dead, he had died long ago the night she
left. Her worst fears had happened to the man she once loved, the man who was good as she would
ever be had now turned evil. Their love held no concern to him anymore, she had no choice but
to kill him. Their eyes locked on each other's as they continued fighting. Malcolm swung low
as Ayslinn jumped into the air flipping into the air while he blade met his in midair.
Balancing herself Ayslinn held her blade in place stopping Malcolm from his next attack.
Putting his weight on Ayslinn's blade with his he started to overpower her and in the middle of
it he kicked out her leg sending her to the ground. Malcolm then brought his blade down
preparing for the kill but Ayslinn raised her blade blocking his. She then slashed his blade
out of the way as she rolled away from him. Standing on her knees she brought her blade behind
her head blocking his next slash. She spun around bringing herself back up onto her feet. He
charged at her again this time aiming low, she parried the blade low then high spinning her
lightsaber around with the talent of a master. Malcolm attacked every time as Ayslinn only
defended herself matching his every move. Malcolm spun around trying to strike Ayslinn in the
leg. Ayslinn quickly blocked low holding his lightsaber in place she quickly sent a blow to his
chest knocking him backward. He moved in close again attacking while Ayslinn blocked his every
movement he then grabbed ahold of her clothing and threw her to the ground tearing a piece of
her clothing. Just as soon as she fell she jumped back onto her feet just before Malcolm tried
to land a deadly blow at the ground. She tried to sweep his feet but he jumped over her leg.
As he landed he blocked a strike to the chest by Ayslinn's saber. He then uses his power to
strike at Ayslinn several times but as she blocked it her, he continued overpowering her.
Ayslinn unable to keep up she fell to the ground landing hard on her back. Malcolm laughed as
he stood over her, readying to strike. Aerill came running of the house when he stopped as he
saw the man over Ayslinn. He saw what was going to happen, the man was going to kill her.
Taking the only weapon he could, the sword, into hand he ran toward Ayslinn.
"No! Leave her alone." Aerill yelled at the man.
Malcolm smiled as he saw the boy running at him. His target was coming at him; it would
be so easy to capture him. Ayslinn laid there on the ground her thoughts only on the boy. She
wasn't finished she knew it somehow; something told her that this wasn't the end. Acting
quickly she kicked Malcolm in the legs hard knocking him off his feet and onto his back.
Hitting the ground hard Malcolm dropped his saber and it rolled away. Malcolm reached for the
saber but was met by a purple beam close to his throat. There was Ayslinn standing over him
ready to fight. She couldn't kill him now, not with the boy watching. He wouldn't learn if she
had did it this way, instead she decided to let Malcolm go. Malcolm's lightsaber quickly jumped
into her hand and she grasped it. His lightsaber now off, Malcolm knew he was beaten. Ayslinn
tossed the lightsaber back to Malcolm who knowing he lost honorably decided not to fight anymore.
"Now leave Malcolm, don't come back!" Ayslinn commanded the man.
Ayslinn turned off her lightsaber and then re-hooked the lightsaber to her side. She
put an arm around Aerill as she walked with him back into the house. Malcolm's life spared he
knew it would be dishonorable to strike them now after he lost. He couldn't come back and fight
Ayslinn again, that was his chance he had lost. Malcolm would have to wait for Ayslinn to be
taken care of before going back for the boy. For now he must return to his master empty handed
and face the consequences of his actions. He turned away from the house and walked back to the
shuttle. He then entered the landing ramp and starts up the engines. The shuttle's engines
pushed powerfully against the earth as the shuttle took off. Malcolm pushed a button on the
side of his control panel and his ship suddenly disappeared.