Aaron was certain he was going to be lectured once more on the dangers of the Dark Side of the Force. When the instructors had managed to find him he was once again exploring one of the Massassi temples like he often did before breakfast. There were no treasures, no traps, or anything he could find in there but old inscriptions that had long since been deciphered and puzzled over. And yet he was drawn to them anyway. It didn't hurt that the Massassi drew his mind from the nightmares. He had spoken to Master Skywalker about his dreams, not sure what the Force was trying to tell him. But he was sure that it was trying to get something across.<br/><br/>His body was clad in simple black clothes, with his lightsaber dangling at his hip in the small holster attached to his belt.  He yawned lightly as he followed the instructor into the lift. He was sure he was going to be taken to Master Skywalker. Or perhaps Master Katarn would have some insight on the Dark Side. Or perhaps one of the other masters would be doling it out this time. He grinned at that thought. The masters never seemed to know what to do with him, sneaking out at all hours of the night. Slipping into the kitchen for late night snacks was one thing. Even strict masters had waved that off in the past. But this would be the third lecture in as many days.<br/><br/>His surprise came when the lift stopped and he was ushered into the anti-chamber for the Council room. His heart sank, most of the time one didn't go into the council chamber alone and come out with good news. Was he going to be expelled? His mind raced with thoughts of what he might have done that warranted such punishment as the instructor lead him into the council chambers. As he entered he eyed the Masters, taking in his surroundings as the instructor left him there.<br/><br/>He couldn't figure out why he was there. It wasn't like he had decided to leave, harmed anyone else, or even the creatures in the forest. Well except for that plant that had tried to eat him but he had only wounded it! And even then it had found a much easier meal by the time the instructor had come to bring him back so he hadn't endangered the older male. He looked around the room at the masters and gulped lightly as he stood before them.<br/><br/>"Masters I-" he started.<br/><br/>But the hand of one of them cut him off. He knew better than to try and interrupt a master. Apparently they wanted him to sweat it out. Then again perhaps this had to do with his dream. He'd heard others whisper about it in the mess hall. If others were having the same dream, even if only somewhat similar, then the Force was trying to tell them something. And Aaron did not think he was going to like what it had to say. Taking this all in he waited silently, letting the gears in his mind whirl as he waited for whatever came next.