[Solved] (NJO) (Lyra) Lesson: Self Discipline

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She grabbed her hiking stick and tracked out toward a cliff edge about a half mile away from the Enclave. The Red storm above in space produced a scarlet shimmer in the swampy moors near the cliff. In the middle of the cliff edge was a tall pillar, ridged and mossy. Lyra placed her rucksack beside a tree trunk and began to spar against the boulder.

Swing after swing she went, stopping the stick from bashing into the rock by about 1cm. She went into a rhythm as her mind drifted off, the bright white trees became twisted and mangled into carmine walls and a familiar acrid smell swarmed Lyra like a hive of flies. The rock had been carved into a statue. One Of a Jedi. Her mind throbbed as a voice echoed throughout her body.

“Lyra…” the familiar voice began “where did you go?” He continued, the voice becoming louder “we did this together, all this bloodshed.”

Lyra fell to her knees and grabbed her head, pressing her palms into her sunken eyes. 

“Garek?” She moaned underneath the immense pain. He had been Lyras mentor in the Imperial Triumvirate and had also taken her from her homeworld of Kowak. 

“What…do you want!” She yelled, flipping her neck back and her hair whipping into her spine.

The blood stained walls vanished and the statue morphed back into the rock. Lyra however was still knelt on the ground, her cloak covered in mud and her tiara laying dormant in a nearby pond. 

A tree branch snapped behind her as a shadowy figure came out of the thick swamp. Master Aemos stood next to the kneeling Lyra and began to speak, surprisingly not words of comfort but of wisdom.

“You we’re yelling from halfway down the mountain.” Aemos started “your emotions must not gain the better of you, self control and patience are key pillars of becoming a Jedi, youngling…are you listening?” Aemos questioned, now staring at the Jedi initiate glaring aimlessly into a puddle, the Red storm still reflecting from the sky. The Jedi master sat Infront of her and waited for Lyra to pay attention.

After a minute or two more, she snapped out of it.

“Meditate with me.” Aemos stated, placing his lightsaber Infront of him on top of an ornate patterned cloth.

Lyra closed her eyes and felt the ground. Thoughts raced around her head, making her mind feel like a wall being clawed by a cornered animal. And all of a sudden, they disappeared. Nothing stayed, only calmness and serenity flowed throughout her, she was no longer afraid of the visions or of her past.

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