Ryfs: Aucun Témoin | emile-fischer

Ryfs: No Witnesses

The sky shone under the mighty Tythos that day. The beautiful waterfalls were melting over the rock and into the streams. The birds were singing and the trees were dancing with the breeze. From everywhere, joy and excitement could be felt. It was not a day like any other for most people around me. The elders continued their usual training, the masters continued their lessons... but the newcomers jumped like Hutta fleas, proud and smiling. It was a return to school for the advanced padawan on Tython. The young children had been there for two months already, and I didn't know anything or anyone.

Master Nolar'Hekk had found me on Coruscant, washing dishes in an old restaurant in the East Quarter. I remember it like it was yesterday. He had gone into the kitchen, his white hood over his eyes, like a crazy old man in a frenzy, and brushed aside everyone who stood in his way to find "that Force-sensitive being" he had felt. from the dining room, enjoying his Ryloth Fresh Salad. He had negotiated with my boss and invited me to watch him finish his meal. I didn't know anything about the Force, and I never imagined that after fifteen months, this religious crackpot would be able to make me lift a half-ton cargo box by thought alone. According to him, I was naturally good at it, but I was already old enough to be a padawan, and my fighting skills were… “non-existent”. So that's why I found myself here on Tython, the birthplace of the Jedi, surrounded by fifty other students my age or younger. I was there to learn, and "to be reborn".

All around me, beings, young men, women, humans and aliens of all kinds were waiting for the seniors, their future mentors. For some, their next master. Not far from me, a student is clowning around and dancing in front of two laughing colleagues. Behind her, a master holds back his serious expression, but doesn't calm them down. Further on, a frightened Rodian holds the hand of a friend. There is no reason, the first day is a day of discovery only. Beside me, a zabrak chats with two miralukas, and a woman teaches another how to sit correctly to meditate. Here, a young padawan, quite large in size, seems lost in the middle of the crowd. You can't even see the walls of the corridor anymore, except by looking up. Here everything is so big. A Jedi master, an old mirialan, steps on my toe, but I say nothing. Everything moves, stirs and discusses at the same time, everything seems chaotic in this hallway, but yet nothing really is. I feel like I belong for once. I feel… at home.

I take a deep breath. I take a deep breath, raise my nose to the ceiling, and calmly close my eyes and exhale that little pressure. There are a lot of people here though.

When I open my eyes, time slows down in front of me. Every person who moves, fidgets and talks does so in slow motion, and the sounds muffle before entering my ears. And that's where I see her. As the old mirialan passes me, a silhouette emerges from the crowd. A face emerges from the multitude and enters my mind. She doesn't look at me, and no one but me looks at her. There she is, surrounded by a disorderly mass of young apprentices, and she is looking for her way. A bit like me, a bit like all of us in the end.

If I had seen myself at that moment, staring stupidly at her with a stupid look, I would have ordered my body to come out of this spell. But time for me was so long…so peaceful. I then had no other place to be, no other face to analyze. So I let myself be carried away by this strange fate, curious as a child.

Her blonde hair, tied at the back of her small head in a ponytail. Her rebellious little fringe. Her soft blue eyes filled with peace and harmony, yet surrounded by some kind of dark mascara. Even his faint smile obsessed me. She was dressed like all the others. A simple Jedi training gown, but it seemed to go together with every fold, as if her outfit had been tailor-made. It was absolutely not our case, to us poor beginners. She carried a practice sword on her back, signifying that she had already proven herself in battle on another planet. The rest of us still had to visit the armory. I wondered what planet offered the galaxy such pure wonders…

When the beautiful young woman passed me, the world clock started ticking again, and by the time I turned around, I had lost her in the crowd. One of the temple masters began to attract everyone's attention. He didn't have mine. I regained consciousness as the last students descended the steps near the large holocron. With a small sprint, I joined the group and the visit began.

We were not padawan with exceptional power. So instead of giving us each a master and starting duo training right away, students like us were grouped into classes, like with the little ones. The visit was long and precise, and ended with the armory. I was fascinated by the architecture of this enormous building. Heights had always been my thing. On Coruscant, my visits to altitude were limited to cramped apartments and offices. Here everything was spacious, yet united. Everything had its place and purpose, everything was decorated and well lit. The waterfalls at the entrance had stories to tell, the great holocron even more so. Each room had a specific purpose, each statue represented the life of a memorable Jedi. The doors of the Council crushed you with their size and with the responsibilities they hid behind them. The best for me was the library. Those tons of bluish archives, so huge that only a Jedi could grab the contents of the highest shelves, by the Force… or someone not afraid to take the sort of automatic ladder. Finally, after the armory, the students went to rest in their quarters, I preferred to meditate. Meditating on the joy and excitement of the future that awaited me right here. I was so lucky, and I knew it.

I was also, and always have been, a terribly shy being. So it's no surprise that on saber training days, when we worked in groups, I didn't dare take the plunge. I was afraid of losing an eye, and also of popping one on someone. The risk was less I admit, because the drive blades were very thick and set at minimum power, but you never know. It was only after two months that I finally managed to hold a sword properly. It was a good start. Master Nolar'Hekk would have been surprised... if he didn't learn anything about my two broken ribs and the knocked out padawan because of me. But whether I progressed or suffered a beating from my colleagues, no one came to congratulate me, or help me up. I didn't need it, but it wouldn't have hurt. A shy person like me will always have a hard time making friends. But that didn't bother me that much. I was there above all to learn... and "to be reborn".

The meditation classes were the easiest. My master had taught me the basics well, and I had understood the principle quickly. All you had to do was sit quietly, clear your head, and think only of the Force... the living Force, the Force that surrounds us and lives in harmony with us. everyone, every day. You have to feel it, deep within yourself, as in the furthest reaches of the galaxy. You just have to stick with it. And, without realizing it sometimes, we open our eyes and find ourselves levitating above the ground... and the first time in general, we fall back, in panic or surprise.

Days passed, weeks passed, and the more I learned about the environment, the Force, and myself, the more I felt like I belonged. I was at peace with my mind, in harmony with the Force, and in symbiosis with Tython. Master Nolar'Hekk would have been proud of me. All the bad times of my childhood, all the hours of hard work in the dishwasher, all my worries were drying under the sun to turn into real past. A past already far from me, lingering somewhere in my head to remind me of who I am, but not close enough to tell me who to become.

I forgot the least important, I retained the essential, and life was simple. After a month on this heavenly planet, I thought not only of myself - of what I wanted, of the beautiful blonde, of the perfect mastery of soresu and the approval of my master - but of the whole universe. , to his will, to his security, to his peace. I was on my way to becoming a Jedi.

It has now been two months since I became a child of Tython. I knew every corner of the temple, every statue and their history, I had explored a dozen caves and devoured a hundred books from the archives. I had even made friends...let's say acquaintances. My mastery of the practice stick wasn't perfect yet, but I wasn't giving up. I knew how to cook for my colleagues, I knew the medicinal herbs of nature and was eager to know how to apply them to heal people. The masters had already chosen four students from the class to become their padawan. I was hoping to be next. They say a Jedi should not want more, but the code says there is no ignorance, there is knowledge. And I was hungry for knowledge.

One evening, I was returning from a mission with rocks from several local rivers. I went to the archives to analyze them, and to complete my homework. After half an hour, I had found everything. Easy, the erosion of the rocks by the waterfalls was evident. The droid who was replacing the librarian for the evening helped me put the books away, saved the books I borrowed in his memory, and went to help another student, a tiny chiss, cute and chubby-haired. As I walked out of the great hall, I saw Grand Master Shan chatting with two other masters outside the Council door. It was only the second time I saw her. It must be said that a Grand Master must be constantly busy. It was said that she had beaten Darth Malgus himself a long time ago. I would have liked to see that. Everyone would have liked to see this.

It was getting late, it was time to go. I turned to the right and headed for the dormitory...when my body brushed against a figure walking in the opposite direction. A few seconds later, I couldn't help but look away. My senses had not deceived me. It was her.

The beautiful blonde with blue eyes.

I hesitated for a good minute, then something deep inside me pushed me towards her...something I had rarely felt in my life, but something I desperately needed here, on Tython. My courage.

I put my books and my rocks in a corner, hidden behind a column, and started after him, like a spy, on tiptoe.

My heart raced and my head flushed. Yes, I was really shy, and it was probably the first time I was going to talk to a girl, since my mother.

I followed her to her dormitory, always with a good distance between us so as not to be spotted. She passed a group of girls who were laughing among themselves, but said no "Good evening" to them, and received none in return either. She passed by like a ghost, unnoticed, unnoticed... just like me. We were the ghosts of Tython, I thought. Beings without friends, but without the need for friends, here just to listen, but not to be heard.

The beautiful young woman stopped at the end of a final corridor and entered her room. Once the door closed, I snuck up against the wall next to the door and paused for a second.

I had to think. First of all, what to say ? I was going to introduce myself, and say what ? That I had noticed her the first day, and that I really wanted to know her... ? But the code ! There is no emotion, there is peace... I have no right to fall am... was I only ? Not necessarily. I just wanted to get to know each other, that's all. And the fact that she was pretty didn't change that. That was my logic, and it was indisputable. There's no ignorance, there's knowledge, and that's all I wanted.

My heart starts to panic when my brain gives the order to act. But for once, I'm not going to give in to my shyness. For once I will step forward, move on, and prove to myself that I am worthy of becoming a Jedi.

In this moment of panic mixed with madness, I open the bedroom door and totally forget to knock.

I sneak in and look for the beautiful padawan, but the room is quite dark. I squint my eyes for a moment to make out the back of the room... and that's when my heart gives out.

There, at the back of the dark room, the silhouette of a hideous monster stares at me with large red eyes. A creature bent like an animal, slowly rising like a human being, revealing the custom-made padawan tunic it wears.

“You shouldn't be here. whispers the hoarse voice in the dark.

The door behind me slams shut and I feel my heart pound in panic in my chest. My legs snap, my toes twist, I see it. No sooner did my poor eyes look up than the creature stood right in front of me, with a sharp, metallic tool pointed at my stomach. It is at this moment that I understand what is happening to me... When the high-pitched, resonant noise rings my ears, when the smell of scorched flesh rises in my nostrils, when I see the crimson blade of light devour the throat, and that the monster, with the shining red eyes, and the scarlet and rough skin, whispers in my ear:

"No witnesses..."

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