Chapter 4
Holding his fingers near the activation buttons on his lightsaber, Pinnard watched strange forms appear.
"They call themselves the Akrorn'Tic," Lanara said, "a race that exists out of Force users."
The Akrorn'Tic started to become more clearer and clearer quickly.
They looked like small hooded people sitting on chairs with a triangular back and a small orb sticking out below the 'chair' part. Only they were completely orange, except for the orb, which was darkish purple and black.
"Are they using the Force to continuously float like that?" Pinnard whispered to Lanara.
"I think so, the orb is part of it's body as well, so it can't be that." Lanara whispered back.
When they had all fully appeared, there must've been at least 50 of them.
"Are you sure they're not hostile?" Pinnard asked.
"No, I'm sure of it, I´ve been with them for at least two months now, remember?", Lanara answered, "They have the unique ability to show someone what their actions will one day cause, but only after they deem that person worthy."
"Which one is the leader?" Pinnard asked.
"That one, but I don't know what it's…" Lanara said, pointing at one that was racing towards Pinnard.
Pinnard activated his lightsaber, staring at the Akrorn'Tic that's racing at him menacingly.
"No Pinnard! Don't!" Lanara screamed.
Pinnard turned his head towards Lanara, and because of it was to late to stop the Akrorn'Tic from putting his hand through Pinnards chest…
Pinnard woke up in confusion, he was wearing a black bodysuit with long leather gloves and long leather boots. He was also wearing a belt with the first lightsaber he ever made attached to it. He stood up, and checked his surroundings. Apparently, he was lying on a metal bed in a gray room with now windows, and one door with a small command console next to it for opening, closing and locking the door.
Pinnard walked towards the door and instinctively pressed the button for opening it, and stepped outside.
In an instant, the darkness outside the door turned into a flaming horizon. Pinnard looked behind him, but the room he came from had disappeared, and had also turned into darkness, with fire burning in the distance. Pinnard looked down, and saw he was standing in grass, it seemed slightly moistury, as if it had rained a few hours ago.
"Ok, there's no point in panicking…" Pinnard mumbled, trying to easy himself.
Pinnard sat down on his knees, and started to meditate. After he had calmed his mind, he did not hear the fire in the distance anymore, nor did he feel the wet grass.
He opened his eyes, and saw the sun shining, and planes stretching as far as he could see.
"If that creature did this to me, I don't see this having anything to do with showing me what my actions will cause." Pinnard said to himself. "Might as well find a way out of here." Pinnard said.
Pinnard walked into the distance, and walked, and walked, until his legs seemed to not be take anything anymore.
"Will this ever stop!" Pinnard screamed. And he fell down to his knees.
He wiped away some sweat from his face with his hands, and closed his eyes.
"Ready yourself!" A familiar voice screamed.
Pinnard jumped up almost as quick as his eyes could open and he drew his lightsaber in an instant. Pinnard looked at the figure whom had screamed at him, while it took shape.
At first, it seemed like a shadow, but it soon began to look like a human, clothed in a fully black robe, covering him completely, except for his face.
The face of Pinnard's brother. Pinnard's brother was a bit older then him, but was a bit shorter, he also looked a lot like Pinnard, also having a beard and moustache, but no sideburns. His hair was also much longer, and was put in every direction, as if he had just walked through a storm.
"Tratok! No… You can't be real, you're dead…" Pinnard said.
Tratok raised his right arm, and a long barreled G-34 Montac blaster rifle appeared in his hand out of thin air.
Pinnard activated his lightsaber, and noticed with a short "Huh?" that the lightsaber's cling was red.
Tratok shot, but the blaster shot was deflected after only traveling 5 meters.
"What are you trying, brother?" Pinnard screamed. But Tratok's face remained emotionless, and he fired again, but this shot was deflected as well.
Pinnard raised his right hand, pointing it towards Tratok's weapon, and it was pulled towards Pinnard. Pinnard cut the weapon in half with just one swift move.
"Kill me." Tratok said without emotion.
"Not unless you force me to, my brother." Pinnard answered, lowering his lightsaber.
"As you wish, weakling." Tratok said, suddenly jumping towards Pinnard.
Out of thin air, a lightsaber appeared in Tratok's hand, and he cut at Pinnard with it, but it was stopped by Pinnard's saber. Tratok attacked Pinnard with inhumane speed. Pinnard wasn't sure how long he could keep up stopping his attacks.
"Damn you!" Pinnard screamed. And suddenly they were fighting on an infinitely long narrow bridge. Pinnard couldn't see anything beyond, above, or below it, except for darkness, but for some reason, the area they were fighting in would remain well lit.
Pinnard decided that defending wouldn't get him anywhere, so he pressed the attack.
He made a strike to Tratok's left, but it was quickly deflected, he made a strike to Tratok's right, but it was also stopped by Tratok's saber. He made a quick uppercut, but it was also stopped. He jumped up and made a summersault over Tratok, but the only result was hitting his lightsaber a few times. When he landed he quickly turned around and stopped a hit from Tratok which was about to cut him in half. Now, he saw, was the time to strike. While still having his saber against Tratok's saber to his left, he raised his right foot and kicked Tratok in the stomach, all in less then a second.
Tratok fell back, but he didn't even blink. Pinnard made a quick jump towards Tratok, who was still lying on the ground. Pinnard waited for a second, and then slashed down, knowing the attack would be stopped by Tratok's saber, it was.
"What are you doing, fool!" Pinnard screamed.
"You're the fool here, Pinnard!" Tratok screamed, "You should've killed me when you had the chance!"
Tratok pushed back Pinnard, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. It felt like Pinnard was drained of any strength he had. Tratok jumped backwards, and then lunged at Pinnard. Pinnard, feeling his strength come back, then made a short jump to his left, and then put his saber on his right, because Tratok right away tried to cut him in half once again.
"Enough!" Pinnard screamed, "This has gone far enough!" Tratok quickly pulled back his saber and tried made a slash from above Pinnard's head. "Tell me, my brother…" Pinnard said, smilingly, "Do you like pain!"
Tratok seemed to have a small smile on his face now, a sinister one. He made an uppercut, which was quickly deflected by Pinnard, but then put his left hand right in front of Pinnard's face. Pinnard was quickly pushed back, with his head painfully against the ground, accidentally releasing his lightsaber, letting it fall into the eternal depths of whatever was below the bridge they were on . Tratok stood over Pinnard, and put his lightsaber right in front of Pinnard's neck. Pinnard kicked Tratok in the stomach, Tratok flinched for just a moment, but Pinnard took that chance.
He quickly raised both his hands, fingertips pointing at Tratok, and he launched a huge amount of lightning bolts at Tratok, sending him flying off into the distance. Pinnard stood up, and watched him disappear in the darkness.
He then noticed a strange sound from the distance. He lowered his head, and saw that the bridge was slowly crumbling, and breaking apart, he turned around, and it was also happening there. Then the part he was standing half split in two, and he fell down , silently…