Chapter 9

In the third month of his training he began to learn how to move things with the Force. He has already been able to do it with smaller objects, but they moved onto holding a single object in mid-air for long periods of time.

It has been eight months since the young boy once known as Lorzin started his training. The young Lord has been holding a small book aloft for thirty minutes when his Master spoke. "Well done my apprentice. Now do you see the other book over there?"

Keeping his focus on the current book he was controlling, the apprentice answered. "Yes Master."

"Good now lift that one as well and bring it to you beside the one you currently have without dropping either of them."

"How Master?"

"Split your concentration. Focus on both objects equally."

"Yes Master." He replied, trying to spit his focus. The second book began to shutter. Slowly it begins to rise. As one rises Interitus's control over the other begins to falter. Quickly regaining control of the first book, he loses the second and it falls back into place.

"Try again." His Master commands harshly. "Not bad, few could even make the second stir this soon."

"Yes Master." Focusing again on the second book without trying to lose the first, the young Sith begins to sweat profusely, only to have the same results.

Three hours later he has managed to move the second book without losing the first, but only half way to himself. "I can't do it. It is too hard."

With quickness that he never knew his Master possessed, the elder Sith was gone from his seat and beside the younger one. Before he could blink the back of his Master's hand came across his face. Tears threaten to flow from the pain. "A SITH never gives up. Nothing is impossible for a Sith. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes Master."

"Good. I see the tears in your eyes my young apprentice." Towering over him with his hood still over his face, Sidious continues. "You may cry if you wish, but this will be the last time as well. Never again will you cry. Crying is a sign of weakness and I will not tolerate weakness. Weakness will be severely punished. There will be much pain in your life, you will come to realize. Some from me and some from others. Do you think that your tears will stop your enemy from destroying you?"

"N-no Master."

"Very well then. Have your little weep fest if you must. After you have composed yourself you will continue with the lesson. You will not leave here until you can levitate both books at the same time without losing either. Also I will expect you to be able to move each object independently of each other. In other words you are to be able to move each book on its own at the same time. Even in different directions. Do you understand?

"Yes my Master I will not fail."

"See that you do not." Is his reply as he leaves the room. "A piece of advice, use your pain to feed the Dark Side. It will empower you." The Sith Master is gone before his apprentice can even reply.

"I am a Sith. I am Darth Interitus. I will not fail." The young Sith said aloud to himself. Wiping away his tears he began to focus himself. He gets up and retrieves both books and lays them beside each other. "OK let's try lifting both at the same time first." Concentrating on both books at the same time, he sees them lifting into the air in his mind. Slowly both books begin to move. After thirty minutes both books are floating in front of him. "YES!" He lowers the books back to the floor. Taking one book he moves it away from the other a few feet. "OK one at a time now." He spent the next several hours levitating both books and moving them around the room.

"Impressive. He has mastered it in such a short time. This boy is very promising." Darth Sidious thinks while watching his apprentice from behind the one way mirror that is separating his secret observation room from his young trainee. Suddenly his comlink beeps. "Back to the mundane world." He says leaving to answer the call.

After finishing his other business the Sith Lord decided to go check in on his apprentice. "He is still awake!" He said to himself in amazement. Testing the Force he reached out to sense the young learner. "And he is still practicing. Good." Opening the doors to the training room, the Dark Lord of the Sith is greeted with a sight that put a look of astonishment on his face. (And that is something that has not a happened before.)

The young Sith was levitating and shooting back and forth across the room not one, not even the two books that he was left to practice with but a countless number of things were flying through the air in complete control. The two original books were floating in mid air. Along with those were two knives that seemed to be fighting each other by themselves. A Lightsaber was floating by itself spinning unlit at a furious speed. Several small models of Sith spacecraft that were flying through the air in an apparent dogfight. Darth Interitus was even floating an inch off of the ground.

Sidious regained his composure before speaking. "Darth Interitus."

His concentration broken the boy opens his eyes to see his Master in the doorway and loses control and drops down to one knee. All the objects in the air fall. Realizing this Darth Interitus regains control over them all not allowing them to hit the floor. "My Master." He replies while all of the object continue there actions.

"What is all of this?" Sidious asks gesturing with his hand.

"I was just practicing my lord as you instructed."

"I told you to practice with the two books."

Quickly recognizing this as a test. "I may only be eight years old but I am not dumb." "Yes Master, you said to I was to stay here till I could control both books. But you did not tell me that I was allowed to leave after that or what to do once I finished. So, I decided to see how many things I could lift. Have I disappointed you Master?"

"Quite the opposite my young inventive apprentice. You have done well. Now return everything to its proper place, go eat and retire for the evening. Tomorrow we begin lightsaber training."

"REALLY? I mean as you command my Master." Quickly placing everything back where he got it from then rushing out to do as he was told.