Dark Discovery
Luke hesitated
for a fraction of a second, then moved through the doorway.
Inside
the small stone chamber, he saw what was left of the Jedi candidate.
The body lay crisped and blackened on the floor, rising wisps of steam
curling from the remaining fabric of a Jedi robe.
On the
floor, the newly constructed lightsaber lay where it had been dropped,
as if the student had tried to fight something--and lost.
Luke
caught his balance by leaning against the cool stone wall. His vision
blurred, but he could not tear his gaze from his student sprawled in front
of him.
By now
the eleven other trainees had gathered. Luke turned, trembling, and
grasped the worn stone bricks at the edge of the door until even the rounded
corners bruised his fingers. He applied a Jedi calming technique
three times before he felt confident enough to trust his voice. The
words tasted like wet ash in his mouth.
"The
dark side is always with us," he said.