Sat May 01, 2010 3:06 pm by Templus Cro
*Kanti was catapulted by way of Ganner's powers of teleportation into the sands of time. He was lying face first on the top of a dune that was obviously unrecognizeable compared to the rest. His whole structure was still quivering from the forced teleoprtation, and he refused to get up, as his spiritual form was too unstable at the moment.
The Quarren lay face down in the rough sand and let the eerie winds sweep across his back and ruffle his cloak that was assigned his ghostly form. Suddenly, while everything remained scarily quiet, there was the sound of footsteps crunching across the dunes from behind Kanti. He remained still to hopefully throw off the approaching being. However, the footsteps continued to grow louder until suddenly a shadoiw passed over Kanti.
Then, there was a pressure coming from his back and Kanti was lifted up by the back of his ghostly cloak. Then, after he was planted on his feet by the person, a hand reached on his shoulder and spun him around right quick. Kanti stared not into a face, but simply two eyes that were devoid of pupils. Only white, sharp strips were viewed at all. The rest of the entire head was covered in white and grey cloth wrappings. This garb extended to the enitrety of this person's body, except where the hands were concerned. From the arms up to the elbows, leather gloves with straps from the wrist to the elbow were present.
The boots were modeled much like the elbows, with knee-high boots of the same brown leather with straps up the entire length. A chest-crossed strap held some sort of spear weapon on the figure's back, and along the front were loops filled with knives. The figure wore a calf-length cape of the same sandy grey material as most of his clothing, and it was severely tattered. It fluttered with a soft flapping noise in the desert wind that blew curls of sand through the clear and dry air.
Kanti had to ask:
"Who are you?"
The figure actually replied, much to Kanti's surprise, for the Quarren had not known this person had a mouth with which to speak. The voice was male, therefore Kanti already had a feeling this was one of Ganner's "brothers" of which he had spoken.
I am Karin, the Master of the Sands of Time.
Kanti asked yet another question which he was almost sure of the answer.
"And you must be a brother of Ganner, the gate guardian?"
The figure nodded. It took it's gloved hand from Kanti's shoulder and took a step away. It surveyed him thoroughly, then spoke as if having finished appraising a used land speeder.
Your clothing suggests that you were once a Jedi Master before you joined us souls. Am I correct?
Kanti nodded, as he was still rather put-off about the entire situation.
"I was. And I caused my own death by over-exerting myself when trying to use the Force. It was stupid of me, as I realize I was and still am quite foolish."
The Master of the Sands nodded and turned away. It seemed to watch over the lifeless sands as if something was occurring. It continued to speak to the Quarren.
First, let me lay out some ground rules. Please pay very close attention to what I am going to say to you. It shall be of the utmost importance to you whilst you help me out:
First among my rules: Never let my appearance deceive your reasonings. I am not some lonesome stranger who speaks little and does nothing but wield my staff of time and judgment. I am very vocal, and much more intelligent in word and mind than my brother Ganner is. I also was once a Jedi, so I know of the Force much more than you may believe. Understood?
Second: I have the gift of Soul Sight. While you see only sand and gusts of wind, I see the causes of these things; which are the souls forced to spend life in slow-motion and in dreary existence. You, in order to help me, will be given this Soul Sight. You must fortify your inner being against what shall be revealed to you, or you may be driven mad. Understood?
Third and Last: You must learn to be just like me. You must learn to cover your spiritual body from the rasping hands and injurious legs of the souls who try their hardest to strike out at me. Once I have covered you up, you must never uncover, lest you be lost to their eternal wounding. Understood?
Kanti nodded and replied affirmative to all three of the Master's questions. His real training was about to begin.*