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She was torn, conflicted. On one hand, she was slightly afraid of the implications of being the apprentice of a Sith, on the other, she wasn't entirely satisfied with being just a pupil, and she couldn't help but be curious about the secrets of the Dark Side.

The Dark Side, the dark and violent power that both Wayle and Amara wielded, one that Latune had also touched upon a few times. Sometimes it felt like it was calling to her, offering its power for her use. It wanted her to use it, and quite frankly, it unsettled her.

She knew what Wayle had told her of its self-destructive nature and seductive ways, and she was inclined to believe him. But she had seen Wayle's ability to use it without any noticeable problems, although…

She had sensed it several times now, he was something else, an existence beyond her, or Amara. He had power and self-discipline far beyond anything she had ever imagined, even if she had never had an encounter with the Force before.

And she had to admit, it had been exhilarating to call him master, even in jest. And when he called her 'my apprentice', she had felt an unusual pride and an incomprehensible sense of joy. Something inside of her told her that he was one meant to rule, to stand above all others and shape the future as he pleased.

That was probably one of the more confusing and unnerving things she had to deal with right now. She idly wondered if it was the influence of the Dark Side somehow… Although it would more likely tell her that it was her destiny, not someone else's. Then maybe it was simply Wayle's influence, Wayle's power that was manifesting itself.

She turned over in her bed. It would not do to worry about such things needlessly, she doubted that he would use his power in such a manner, at least not consciously. After all, that power was still alive, and she was certain that it might do such things on its own, regardless of his will. But would he really miss that?

This really was no good. She couldn't sleep at all with her mind running around like this. She needed a distraction, something to take her mind off these things…

'A warm embrace, fiercely seeking lips, a strong hand running down her…'

She blushed furiously and covered her face with her hands. That was most certainly not what she had meant! Stupid Amara and her teasing…

This was just ridiculous, how was she supposed to sleep when her mind messed with her this much?

She got up and headed for the library. Maybe there she might find a nice book or something to calm herself…

-Break—

To say that many where interested in Latune's spar was an understatement. As someone who had never been seen fighting, except for by those who saw her use her Paladin, as well as someone who was associated with the mysterious and powerful Wayle and Amara, there was a great interest in seeing how she fought.

It didn't help that there were rumours about her having been instructed by Wayle himself.

Blake, who knew very well the truth behind that rumour, was interested in seeing how a Force user of lesser skill would fight. Wayle and Amara were not what one would call average as far as she understood.

So when she had been called to have a spar with Sky Lark of team CRDL, many had been intrigued and shown far more interest than before.

So now they stood in the arena, many gazes locked upon the petite girl as she held a sword before her in a two-handed grip. It didn't resemble either of the two Sith's stances, although Blake could simply assume that they had developed their own unique styles that deviated from the basics that they had been taught.

It was on the other hand clear that Latune was unused to situations like these, although one could hardly blame her as it was pretty unnerving to have so many eyes on you.

Sky Lark was, well, himself, one would assume, as he put on a brave front even as he nervously clenched his halberd.

The signal came, and the two combatants dashed forward, Latune demonstrating nowhere near the speeds of her teacher or teammate, although she still matched her opponent well enough.

Lark took advantage of his halberds longer range to swipe at his opponent before she could reach him, only to find that his opponent had stopped just out of his range before quickly dashing in with a brutal but somewhat clumsy looking diagonal slash.

It connected with Lark's Aura and forced him back, Latune quickly following, attempting to deny her opponent any time to recover. It succeeded, somewhat. She did manage to prevent her opponent from getting his weapon and stance back in order, but she did find herself blocked and pushed away.

"Why does she use that boring old Shii-Cho? It's so simplistic." Amara's voice faintly reached Blake's ears. It had been spoken lowly, clearly intended for the person sitting next to her, Wayle, although Blake still managed to pick it up.

"Shii-Cho is the most basic form of them all, its simplicity is its strength, you know this Amara." Said person's voice drifted over as well.

Blake had no idea what exactly they were talking about, although she suspected it was about the sword fighting styles they both employed.

While she had been distracted by this, Lark had actually managed to gain some manner of an advantage, successfully pushing Latune back and pressing his attack.

Latune was clumsily defending, although whenever she dodged she did display some grace. Certainly her style was simple, but that was hardly a bad thing, as a matter of fact, Blake felt that if it had been Wayle, it would not have seemed clumsy at all, no, instead she was convinced that it would be raw and random, resembling a flowing river.

That image came from the fact that she could see parts where Latune's style did resemble a flowing river, but Latune lacked the experience to utilise it to its full extent.

Finally, a brutal swing from the halberd had left Latune's guard broken, her sword far out to the right, and the next blow looked like it would end things. That was until the weapon was suddenly sent high up over his head, leaving him open and with no means to either attack or defend.

And in the few moments of confusion apparent on Lark's face, Latune recovered her weapon and battered the weapon out of her opponent's hand, forcing his surrender.

It was clear to all who watched (or, at least most of them) that Latune was unskilled, although it was undeniable that she had power and could hold her own in an emergency.

That was of course assuming that this was the extent of her ability.

And Blake had to say that considering her teacher, that was quite unlikely. And for some reason Blake felt a strange pang of jealousy the cause of which she just could not place.

-Break—

"Well, Latune. I think we can safely say that you have at least grasped some of the basics of how we Force users fight." Wayle said seriously. Latune flinched slightly. "But you still lack the skill and strength necessary." He turned to face her before his face lit up in a sudden smile. "Regardless, you did well today. Even if your opponent does make Jaune look skilled, you performed admirably, and hopefully also learned the weakness of Shii-Cho."

"The style is not meant for one-on-one combat, and is therefore a poor choice against single opponents." Latune answered hesitantly.

"Correct, and false. In the hands of a true master Shii-Cho has no problem even against single opponents, but certainly other forms have been created that address this problem, particularly Form Two, Makashi, but that is still a ways off." Wayle corrected her sternly.

Latune's shoulders dropped. Certainly she knew she was inexperienced in this form, when Wayle used it he managed to flow gracefully, and Amara resembled a flowing river when using it, an image that didn't suit her at all really. Compared to them she was clumsy and stiff.

"Come now, Latune. I will help you understand what I mean, and, if you do particularly well, I might show you one of the other forms." Wayle said soothingly, laying a hand on her shoulder.

Latune couldn't help but brighten up at the thought.

That lasted about ten seconds before he started her training. Now, the sword practice itself wasn't so bad, but Wayle insisted that she build her strength and stamina as well, so every training session he would put her through the wringer.

And then he would have her do blaster deflection training, where he would fire low-power (mostly) harmless dust rounds at her that she had to deflect with her sword. This wasn't too bad, at first, but then he blindfolded her to force her to rely more on her instincts.

Of course, it was effective, as after a while she had become able to stop attacks even when she couldn't see them.

As Latune slumped down to rest, she once again cursed whoever had taught Wayle the 'A healthy body begets a healthy mind' philosophy. While it was a sound philosophy, Wayle took it far too seriously.

"Well done Latune. Since we have some time over, would you like to test another form?" Wayle asked as he calmly wiped some sweat of his brow.

"Yeah… sure, just… just let me catch my breath first…" Latune's response came laboriously.

"Yes, yes, of course. So, what form would you like to try? Maybe Form Two?" Wayle said easily.

Latune took a few moments to think and catch her breath before replying. "I think I would actually like to try Form Three." She then said.

"Form Three… Soresu, eh. Curious choice, but most certainly, I can show you some of it. Just keep in mind that a lot of my Form Three is improvised as my training in it was cut unfortunately short…" A small hint of pain and loss entered his voice. "Watch carefully now…"

Wayle then took a peculiar stance, sword held straight ahead with the hilt next to his ear in a one handed grip and his free hand held out ahead.

"Is that Form Three? It looks… odd." Latune asked uncertainly.

"Really? Then come. Test it." Wayle responded confidently.

Latune lunged out fiercely, only to find her sword parried, redirected and then countered with speed and efficiency.

This continued for several minutes as Wayle demonstrated the capabilities of Form Three, absolute defence that waits patiently for the opponent to show an opening and then counter.

She had to admit, for those that had the patience it was incredibly effective, although it was hard for her to say where Wayle's improvisation came in.

It then struck her that Wayle's whole fighting style relied heavily on improvising, using manoeuvres from his entire repertoire, fluidly adapting his style to the situation. While it worked well against less skilled opponents as well as those who simply couldn't keep up, people like Amara who had greater mastery could overwhelm him with specialised styles, forcing him to remain in one or two Forms that was easier to handle.

"So, what do you think?" Wayle said amusedly as his chest heaved slightly from exertion.

"That… is… the most… infuriating… way… of fighting… I have ever seen." Latune heaved out as she practically collapsed.

Wayle just laughed.

-Break—

Blake wasn't quite sure why, but when she noticed Wayle leaving their room, she decided to follow him. After a bit of walking about this way and that way, and a few moments of almost losing him, she found herself having followed him a bit off the school grounds to a secluded spot, although not the same one that he usually used for training.

Now he was just standing there by a cliff surrounded by trees, unseen from the Academy, gazing into the distance.

Hesitantly she approached. Why was she so nervous all of a sudden? Why had she even followed him?

"I figured you would follow if I exited the room, even if I did not know why…" His voice snapped her out of her thinking. It sounded contemplative, distant… maybe even sad. He turned to face her, his face showing worry and uncertainty. "Have you ever wondered if what you are doing is the right thing? If your path is truly the path you should take?"

Blake was momentarily taken aback by the sudden question. Wayle had always seemed the calm and confident one who never doubted his path, never hesitated to do what he thought was right.

She recomposed herself and walked up to him.

"Yes, during the events that led to me leaving the White Fang, as well as immediately afterwards, I did doubt my path. What let me gain surety was the people I met here at Beacon. Why? What's with this sudden questioning of your own path?" Blake looked him worriedly in the eyes.

He averted them and looked to her left.

"I… became unsure if it was right for me to interfere with this world, with Remnant." His response was uncertain.

"That… that is a question I don't think anyone can answer. Some might have an opinion… but in the end whatever you interfere or not is up to you. Ultimately people will come to judge your decision based on the result, long after you lose the ability to have any say in it…" Blake used her left hand to force him to look her in the eyes again. "That is what I believe."

He looked her in the eyes for a while, his gaze locked by her hand. Then his face brightened up, the worry draining from him slightly. "Yes… you are correct. My path is my own, and I will not let any stop me… It is just that…" His worry returned. "I worry that the people I know will disapprove, that you will disapprove…"

"Then tell me. That is the only way to be sure… And… I don't like that you are holding secrets from me again…" The last part was soft, almost a whisper, yet in the silence of the night it was clear.

"I…" Wayle hesitated, obviously worried for her reaction. "I want to bring order and stability, peace and equality to Remnant… But like you said, this is no fairy tale, and the necessary methods will seem harsh to some." His resolve returned, the fire of ambition lighting in his eyes. "I will achieve this through the higher authorities, avoiding involving the common people as much as possible. But they will most likely not agree, and we will most likely come to blows. Some might call it rebellion, some revolution… yet that changes not that it will be a conflict. Ultimately, it might put me at odds with Beacon as well…"

Blake had no idea how to react, it was strange. On one hand she feared he would repeat the mistakes of the White Fang, but he did say that he would avoid involving the common people as much as possible…

"Are you certain? Do you really think you can succeed where others failed?" Blake's voice reflected her internal conflict, breaking slightly with both hope and dread.

"I must believe so, or it will all be in vain. But where others were but idealists or extremists, I am a Sith, one who has lived and breathed in deception and conflict. I will not ask you to understand me. I will only ask that you are honest." Wayle smiled, that simple, pure, beautiful smile that he would only show at times like this.

Blake's rational side wanted to say that it was foolish, that it was unfeasible… But something inside of her wanted to trust him, didn't care that it was foolish or unfeasible. And it overwhelmed that logical side, overwhelmed her reason…

"I can't deny you, I don't know why but…" She leaned against him, drawing her face closer till she could feel his breath on her skin. "I just can't…" Then she pressed her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Wayle hesitated for a moment before returning the kiss, embracing her in his strong arms. And under the starry sky they figured out their feelings for each other…

Author's notes: I'm not sure about this chapter, I do kind of like it but... Tell me what you think, alright? Oh, and I wish you all good fortune for the coming year and give my most heartfelt thanks for your support. I hope you enjoyed and that you have a nice day.