C13 Master & Apprentice

C13 Master & Apprentice

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Peter stared at the ghostly figure before him, his expression blank as he tried to process the information being thrown at him. "Darth Revan, huh?" he echoed, the name rolling off his tongue awkwardly as if tasting a foreign dish for the first time. "Can't say that rings any bells. Should it?"

Sadly, Peter's knowledge of Star Wars comes from the movies, and Revan never had a movie of his own...

(A/N: God please Disney! Please make a Revan Movie!)

The spectral figure of Revan frowned, his ethereal form shimmering with a mix of indignation and disbelief. "You have not heard of me?" he asked, his voice carrying an edge of wounded pride. "The Revanchist, honored as Revan, reviled as Revan the Butcher, dreaded as the Dark Lord of the Sith Darth Revan, and praised as the Prodigal Knight? Savior, conqueror, hero, villain? None of this sounds familiar?"

Peter simply shrugged, an apologetic smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Nope, drawing a blank here. Were you some big shot before you died? Wait—you are a ghost, right?"

The visage of Revan seemed to deflate, the aura of menace dissipating as his ego took a serious hit. "Indeed, I am a force ghost," he admitted, his tone losing some of its earlier authority. "It appears that the Jedi Order has chosen to erase me from history..."

Walking closer to Revan, Peter couldn't help but let a teasing smirk spread across his face. "Hey, don't sweat it, ghost guy," he said, clapping a hand on what he assumed would be Revan's shoulder, only for it to pass through the apparition, adding to the awkwardness of the moment. "Looks like you've got a branding issue. Maybe in your next life, consider hiring a PR team? I hear they do wonders. Just look at Logan Paul for example..."

"Logan Paul?" Revan repeated in confusion.

Peter chuckled awkwardly, nodding his head. "Yeah, anyway, where's the exit again? I've got classes in the morning." He asked, looking around for a door. "This whole trial thing has been fun and all, and I appreciate the offer of apprenticeship, but I think I'll pass..."

As he turned to leave, his steps echoing softly in the ancient, shadow-filled chamber, the ghostly figure of Darth Revan appeared in his path, an ethereal barrier to the exit. The spectral figure's eyes glowed a deeper shade of yellow, betraying his refusal to simply let Peter walk away.

"You cannot leave, not yet," Revan intoned, his voice resonating with a supernatural force that seemed to vibrate through the very air. "Your destiny is greater than you know, and it intertwines with the teachings I can offer you."

Peter stopped, an eyebrow raised in skepticism. "Look, Raven, was it-?"

"Revan..." The ghostly figure corrected him, a dangerous look in his yellow eyes.

"Yeah, uhh, sorry... Look, I'm all for destiny and stuff. But apprentice? To a ghost?" He chuckled nervously, shaking his head. "Yeah, no thanks. Besides, you're a Sith, which is cool and all, but I'd rather not get myself killed by the Jedi order for practicing the dark side of the force..."

As Peter walked through Revan, feeling an odd, cold shiver down his spine as he passed through the ghostly figure, he was determined to leave. After all, he didn't know how long he's been here. For all he knew, the whole temple could be searching for him.

Revan, however, had other plans. A smirk formed on his ethereal face, and with a tone rich in amusement and cunning, he called out to Peter. "You seek to leave, yet you have not considered the one lesson I can offer you above all—control over your rage."

Peter paused, mid-step, a frown creasing his forehead. He turned around, facing Revan's glowing figure. "Rage?" he echoed, skepticism painting his tone. "You're a Sith. Won't you tell me to embrace my anger and let it run wild or something?"

"Ah, but I'm not just any Sith. I was once a Jedi as well, one of the best even. Are you sure you don't want to accept my teachings? During the trials, your anger was quite impressive really," Revan retorted smoothly, his voice a haunting melody in the dimly lit chamber. "Unchecked, it will lead you down a path from which there is no return. The Sith thrive on such emotions, and the Jedi... they would not hesitate to end a threat they cannot convert to their ranks..."Alll latest novels at novelhall.com

Peter's expression softened, contemplation replacing his initial reluctance. He knew anger had always been his biggest problem, a flame that sometimes burned too brightly, threatening to engulf his reason.

And here was Revan, offering a way to harness that fire, to control it rather than let it control him.

After a moment of silence, filled only by the distant, eerie echoes of the ancient chamber, Peter nodded slowly. "Alright... Master," he said, his voice carrying a newfound resolve. "Teach me. But remember, I'm no Sith apprentice. I make my own decisions. I won't be turned into some monster, nor will I be following your orders. If I think your training is good, I'll do it. If not, then I'm out..."

Revan's smirk widened, pleased with his new apprentices backbone. "Very well. But know this," he warned, his voice taking on a solemn edge, "my lessons will be fraught with challenges and hardship. I wouldn't be surprised if you started begging to quit after the first hour... Are you sure you're up for it?"

Peter simply shrugged in response. "Meh, I'll be fine." he replied. 'I hope...'

Other than controlling his rage, Peter realized after tonight's incident that he also has another thing to work on. 'I need to find a better way to protect myself from mind control...' After all, it was too easy for Revan to make him go down there in the first place.

Draped in a towel, Peter paced the cold floor of his room, unable to settle his own thoughts. Finally, surrendering to restlessness, he reached for his Walkman, the device almost an extension of himself.

With a deep sigh, he put his headphones on and pressed play, letting the familiar strains of music envelop him.

Play O-o-h Child by The Five Stairsteps(A/N: I won't put all of the lyrics, but you can listen in the background if you want.)

Ooh child

Things are gonna get easier

Ooh child

Things'll get brighter

Ooh child

Things are gonna get easier

Ooh child

Things'll get brighter

Some day, yeah

We'll put it together and we'll get it undone

Some day

When your head is much lighter

Some day, yeah

We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun

Some day

When the world is much brighter

...

..

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As the music filled his ears, a melodic balm to his frayed nerves, Peter curled up in bed. The songs, each one a piece of his soul, worked their magic, guiding him into a restful slumber.

Thoughts of the day's events drifted into the background, overshadowed by the rhythmic beats and harmonies. For a moment, in the sanctuary of music, Peter found peace, a brief respite from the storm of uncertainties that awaited him.

A/N: 2090 words :)