Chapter I: Curiosity:
Whatever it was about Mayss had to be first to know; this young Jedi was very curious… always he wanted to be first to know new stuffs, new places, new personas, and so on. His curiosity was his main defect; yet, Master Mical has warned repeatedly him about it... "This curiosity of yours does not concern a search for more light, but a greed for more knowledge... This greed could be your doom, my young padawan!" He's never listened carefully to these particular lectures and only managed to, each time this subject was to be talked about, avoid it by mumbling: "Yes, Master: I know, my Master."
But this time, he's just gone too far. He was looking upon the death planet's surface; all dust and wrinkled stones. All those half-rotten corpses; yes, no doubt about this planet's name: Korriban. He and his Master have come to Korriban as a kind of a test...
"Master, I only see death and sense death; I even smell death! What are we supposed to do here?" he enquired in a purposely too calm tone, trying not to reveal his fear. "What you are feeling may be death, my young padawan," responded the aggravated Master "yet; you have to face this planet to understand the Force… that its nature is more complex than shown."
The blonde Master knew what he was talking about: when the Exile went to visit the dusty and haunted planet… He knew well what it was to stand among corpses, invisible hssiss, and even furious Force ghosts. "Besides, you'll soon be asked to build a lightsaber and to face trials that are way more difficult than this planet is possessed by the Dark Side… That's why I brought you here" he added in soft tones, willing to soothe his apprentice's fear. "I got the concept, my Master"; upon viewing the Valley of The Dark Lords, he felt somewhat of a pain on his stomach: just as though it was being a little crushed by the surrounding dense air… He felt that he had to explore…
"Wait near the ship while I'm checking if the path to the academy is clear" commanded Mical. "I'll be soon right back."
"All right, my Master," Mayss answered sulkily, infuriated at the mere thought of not being allowed to wander off by his own. "I'll wait."
Mical quickly left his apprentice, doubting about whether he'd wait or he'd disobey… As soon as his Master was out of sight, Mayss sighed heavily and let at least his look wander over the collapsed structures… Suddenly, something caught said look; the young apprentice had glimpsed something that seemed to be a cave, a small hole in the great pyramidal form; "Something emanates from this cave: I can feel this kind of hunger; yet it looks more like despair" he thought. A Jedi's life is based on compassion: I must go and reduce this despair. But I have to wait right here…
Soon, his need for news, combined with his so-called compassion, made him thought this way: As far as I can see, this cave isn't out of eyesight from here; thus, if I go there, I will still see the ship, then I won't cheat my Master…
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He rushed toward the "cave" and stopped before the collapsed twin statues… they made him feel uneasy; they were frightening with their chins lying down upon their bare chests. Their heads leaned down as though they were burdened by something that looked like dread, or servility.
Mayss, this is weird: this cave seems to be a tomb or something like that; yet, I do sense despair inside… The said hole was at the high right corner of a door that appeared blocked. Despite being two meter high from the floor, Mayss's curiosity pushed him and he managed to climb the massive door and to crawl inside the hole… There was nothing but darkness. All of a sudden, he felt, too late though, nothingness before his hands and fell down two meter before crashing onto a really harsh and rocky floor. He coughed as he inspired the arid, red and bitter dust, omnipresent on Korriban…
Ouch! Man, that hurts! Had better stand up… Whilst he was standing up, the hole behind him made a glimmer of light lay upon a tiny sparkling object. Still blinking with salted tears rushing to his eyes, he walked forward. He calmly approached the glistening object, even a bit prudently. The hunger I felt comes from that little thing. As he stepped a few meters ahead, he glanced beyond this object: all he could see was a long box made out of sculptured rocks and whose extremity disappeared in the shadows. What the Force is...? Oh, never mind: I won't go that far... He finally figured out what was the shiny item: a lightsaber! This is my lucky day... Despite the fact I was driven by my curiosity, he mocked, thinking of his Masters' comments... But, wait, there's something that's out of place here: this lightsaber is actually floating!
"Mayss, where are you?" Master Mical's voice shouted furiously. "Where are you? Show up now!" This last command echoed through the void of the Valley and even in the tomb. Oh, dammit! Can't lose time; blast it! I take this strange lightsaber! He swiftly grabbed at the lightsaber. In the proceeding, he felt something's fallen on his back, then on the ground, making a faint clunk. He leapt backwards, looked down for a stone or an animal; instead of viewing either of them, he found a mask, a horrid one. It resembled a human face, rather a hideous one, as though it was splitting up in two parts, the flesh slowly tearing apart. He didn't know why he did so, but he rapidly grasped the mask and concealed it amidst his Jedi clothes. Now, how to get out? Quick, I must return as stealthily as possible or Master Mical will...
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Author's note: it's my first fan fiction; yet, I've been thinking about it since a long while... Hope it won't be totally dull
