Dren walked into the room, feeling the awe of it all. Statues that loomed over them like watchful vanguards, watching their every step. The red light was still something to get used to. Most worlds had yellow suns, with white light. The red was both ominous and soothing as well. The color always brought him a strange feeling of solitude. Perhaps it was because of her hair. Or perhaps it was something more, deep within him.<br/><br/>“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a Jedi,” called out a voice that was eerily familiar. Dren’s mind was hit with that familiarity, and he was instantly brought back to the crystal caves. He heard her call to him, even scream out in pain, as he was being tested. The voice was etched in his mind. Was he being tested again? Was this a trick of his mind, like the caves?<br/><br/>He moved away from the room to join Sheik and Asha. They looked up to a dark figure, whose shape also seemed familiar. Dren looked to his comrades, to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating this, as he might have with the mist.They seem to be fixated on the tall female figure as well. They took out their lightsabers, igniting them in preparation--both blades. Dren followed by doing the same.<br/><br/>Was it her? If it was, then how? Of all places to run into her, why here? Was she a sith? Then he felt it. That feeling he felt earlier. Warmth and cold, coursing through him. It felt like he was on fire, but needed to bundle up, as though he had a fever. None of them responded. Dren’s heart began to pulse in anticipation. What was this?<br/><br/>Dren stretched out with the force, and could feel the other force users, and the strength of the dark side. Sheik had done the same.“Sith,” Shreik said quietly to the others, with a snarl of his teeth. He positioned himself carefully, to make sure he was ready to fight with his saber. Dren and Asha did the same, forming a delta formation.<br/><br/>“You’re a long way from home,” said the voice again, settling in the back of his mind. It sounded just like her. It felt like her, and as she stepped out of the shadows--it was her.<br/><br/>It was Aeris.<br/><br/>A flood of emotions poured into him. He looked into her green eyes with his own, and he was brought back to the last time he saw her.They got into a fight, and he had said things---things he didn’t fully mean to say. Then she left. After all that time, it was as if their friendship--their feelings, meant nothing to her. She seemed to be looking directly at him. Her face seemed stoic to him, while his was unable to contain the shock. It was as if she knew he was coming, but he couldn’t be sure of it.<br/><br/>After the moment he needed to process everything, he was instantly drawn to her. Her red hair seemed to glow in this light, while her soft features had changed from the young woman he once knew. She was, for the lack of better words, absolutely beautiful. He remembered why he was so in love, if a he could call it that. He was young, and attributed his feelings to lust, something forbidden by the Jedi. Lust clouded the mind. So he kept it suppressed, and trained many years to do so. He trained to forget her.<br/><br/>"I must say. Coming here wasn't the wisest decision," she continued. “What ever shall we do?” Did she even know it was him? She was acknowledging him with her eyes, but not her words. Did she care so little of him? Did she hate him now?<br/><br/>“Your threats are weak, Sith!” Sheik said to Aeris. Sheik turned to Dren and Asha with urgency. “Attack quickly--before they gain the upper hand.”<br/><br/>Dren wanted to explain who it was, but Sheik was too brash, too impulsive. Dren could only say “wait” after Sheik leapt into the air, up high above the second floor, with his lightsaber lifted, ready to strike down on Aeris with his blade.