***chapter 5***
She stood in front of the mirror blinking at her image. The outfit, in which one of the servants had given to her, was. well one could not say revealing. Then again, nor could they say conservative.
It was tight. It was black on the bottom, and blue at the top. A short light blue wrap-around-skirt had been tied around her waist, covering the tight black pants that she wore. Her top was looser, of a similar blue, opening to a V neckline on top. Her sleeves went to her forearms. Covering her hands were dark black gloves that fit her like a second skin. Her hair had been washed clean of the purple dye, then cut in such a way it combed to one side and hung over her eye.
Taking her hand, she tucked the hair out of her face. A silver band had been fitted on the top of her right arm. It looked as if it held something, but she was not sure. The black boots and silver belt to match made her look even more sinister and yet business-like than she expected. She wore a hit of makeup, black mascara and a clear gloss that accented her lips.
"Wow." A deep voice said startling her.
Blinking back into reality, Amithyst focused her eyes on the background behind her. She saw Garik standing in the doorway looking at her reflection. Amithyst turned to face him. If her voice had been with her, she would have said the same about him.
He was dressed in the same pants as before, but his shirt was tighter. Even though it was the same black as his pants, it surely gave him justice. His hair was wet, as if he had just taken a shower.
"Are you just going to keep standing there?" She finally spoke up, her voice cracking in the middle of her sentence.
His eyes locked into hers, sending shivers down her spine. "You do look. don't ever dye your hair purple again." Garik reworded his original sentence.
"Oh."
"Nightshadows is waiting for you." She followed him out of the tiny room and down the corridor. Neither spoke a word. Not like Amithyst wanted to. Garik had been the one to put her out. She'd rather trust a Jabba the Hutt than him.
Finally, they reached the end of the corridor. A blank wall stood before them. "Take a wrong turn?" she mused.
Garik did spare her a glance. Reaching out towards the wall, he went to the left of it, feeling his way for something. Amithyst was shocked as he touched the wall. It turned translucent at his touch revealing whatever lay on the other side. Suddenly, his hand went through the wall and he pulled it apart.
Now he turned, grinning at her in satisfaction. "Ladies first." Garik exhorted.
Amithyst opened her mouth to comment but thought otherwise. Ducking into the small slit in the wall she entered a large empty room. The darkside encircled her. In the center of the large circular room, was a light that lit only the middle of the room. On the sides shadows hid the walls. Garik came through the slit besides her. She turned at him to ask what it was, but her eyes were wide in shock.
The bodyguard narrowed his eyes at her. "This is where you will train." He paused then spoke up again answering her next question. "Shaun should be out in a moment." Garik turned to exit. Fear ran through her veins.
"Where are you going?"
"I have some further things to attend to." She watched with her blue crystal eyes as he slip through the slit.
Spinning around back to the center she slowly began to walk to it. It called her. It wanted her.
*What are you? * She asked the psychological presence.
Its answer was a cold and unforgiving wind that came from nowhere. Slowly she lowered herself to the ground and felt its metal. It was tepid, unlike the temperature that suddenly plunged, in the room. Baffled, she began to peruse the what the wind might have come from. Closing her eyes, she felt herself fall into the Force.
***
Through the transparent sheet, Garik watched sadly as Amithyst lowered herself to the floor. She was drowning herself in something so thick; so unknown. She did not even perceive one bit of what she was walking into.
He watched, surveying her. Garik had been in the business long enough to know that even the best of Force users who wanted everything to be for the right reason, failed. All of them had. There was no exaggeration about it. The instant power that the darkside offered was so tempting, so taunting that even one of the most famous of all Jedi Knights, Anakin Skywalker, fell into the expertise of the strange intangible influence.
He sighed as he got to his feet and strolled down the hallway. She was only one more life spurned. Only another tally to add to the hundreds that had failed before her.
The Rebellion's powers were waning. Even Garik, with the hope he had tried to enforce and aid the Rebels with, was diminishing. It was only another lost cause.
She stood in front of the mirror blinking at her image. The outfit, in which one of the servants had given to her, was. well one could not say revealing. Then again, nor could they say conservative.
It was tight. It was black on the bottom, and blue at the top. A short light blue wrap-around-skirt had been tied around her waist, covering the tight black pants that she wore. Her top was looser, of a similar blue, opening to a V neckline on top. Her sleeves went to her forearms. Covering her hands were dark black gloves that fit her like a second skin. Her hair had been washed clean of the purple dye, then cut in such a way it combed to one side and hung over her eye.
Taking her hand, she tucked the hair out of her face. A silver band had been fitted on the top of her right arm. It looked as if it held something, but she was not sure. The black boots and silver belt to match made her look even more sinister and yet business-like than she expected. She wore a hit of makeup, black mascara and a clear gloss that accented her lips.
"Wow." A deep voice said startling her.
Blinking back into reality, Amithyst focused her eyes on the background behind her. She saw Garik standing in the doorway looking at her reflection. Amithyst turned to face him. If her voice had been with her, she would have said the same about him.
He was dressed in the same pants as before, but his shirt was tighter. Even though it was the same black as his pants, it surely gave him justice. His hair was wet, as if he had just taken a shower.
"Are you just going to keep standing there?" She finally spoke up, her voice cracking in the middle of her sentence.
His eyes locked into hers, sending shivers down her spine. "You do look. don't ever dye your hair purple again." Garik reworded his original sentence.
"Oh."
"Nightshadows is waiting for you." She followed him out of the tiny room and down the corridor. Neither spoke a word. Not like Amithyst wanted to. Garik had been the one to put her out. She'd rather trust a Jabba the Hutt than him.
Finally, they reached the end of the corridor. A blank wall stood before them. "Take a wrong turn?" she mused.
Garik did spare her a glance. Reaching out towards the wall, he went to the left of it, feeling his way for something. Amithyst was shocked as he touched the wall. It turned translucent at his touch revealing whatever lay on the other side. Suddenly, his hand went through the wall and he pulled it apart.
Now he turned, grinning at her in satisfaction. "Ladies first." Garik exhorted.
Amithyst opened her mouth to comment but thought otherwise. Ducking into the small slit in the wall she entered a large empty room. The darkside encircled her. In the center of the large circular room, was a light that lit only the middle of the room. On the sides shadows hid the walls. Garik came through the slit besides her. She turned at him to ask what it was, but her eyes were wide in shock.
The bodyguard narrowed his eyes at her. "This is where you will train." He paused then spoke up again answering her next question. "Shaun should be out in a moment." Garik turned to exit. Fear ran through her veins.
"Where are you going?"
"I have some further things to attend to." She watched with her blue crystal eyes as he slip through the slit.
Spinning around back to the center she slowly began to walk to it. It called her. It wanted her.
*What are you? * She asked the psychological presence.
Its answer was a cold and unforgiving wind that came from nowhere. Slowly she lowered herself to the ground and felt its metal. It was tepid, unlike the temperature that suddenly plunged, in the room. Baffled, she began to peruse the what the wind might have come from. Closing her eyes, she felt herself fall into the Force.
***
Through the transparent sheet, Garik watched sadly as Amithyst lowered herself to the floor. She was drowning herself in something so thick; so unknown. She did not even perceive one bit of what she was walking into.
He watched, surveying her. Garik had been in the business long enough to know that even the best of Force users who wanted everything to be for the right reason, failed. All of them had. There was no exaggeration about it. The instant power that the darkside offered was so tempting, so taunting that even one of the most famous of all Jedi Knights, Anakin Skywalker, fell into the expertise of the strange intangible influence.
He sighed as he got to his feet and strolled down the hallway. She was only one more life spurned. Only another tally to add to the hundreds that had failed before her.
The Rebellion's powers were waning. Even Garik, with the hope he had tried to enforce and aid the Rebels with, was diminishing. It was only another lost cause.