Today has shown you and the rest of the academy that your future has much promise if you reach out to snatch it. Which is something you fully intend to do. As the days pass into months, your sense of belonging, something once utterly alien to you, grows. You aren’t some freakish-looking runt, but a someone in your fellows’ eye to be respected and cautioned. In classes, you find success, but only to a lesser degree in your bladework classes. While you are only one of the better students, there are those that surpass you. During your early morning sessions with Hela, she focuses on improving your swordsmanship as it is where she can help you improve the most.

In your tutelage of the Force, you clearly surpass the rest of your peers by a significant margin. Your fine control is lacking, but the sheer power you can conjure is overwhelming compared to the other Acolytes. Lord Velka, who teaches the class, always spares you the bulk of her attention; her eyes lit up when you first displayed your power. Each lesson, she watches you with deep interest as you wield your powers to measure the extent of your strength. It does feed your ego, but you make sure not to be boastful. You don’t want to create new enemies unnecessarily; there will be enough during your time here.

Thang stands out from your classmates, he excels at everything. The only person who steals his spotlight is you during your practice of the Force. Every lesson, he works hungrily to grow ever stronger with a demented fervour. You try to avoid the man as much as possible; creating an avoidable conflict with the academy’s number one student is one way to find your fortune reversed. Murl and Halaben have stayed clear of you, but their eyes shoot the daggers they wish to plunge into your flesh. In secret, you test your ability to heal yourself, trying to avoid sharing the knowledge of your unique skill with anyone. You impart bruises upon your flesh to heal; for now, you avoid rebreaking your bones, not wanting to reexperience the pain of the healing process. The ability only allows you to slowly heal the most minor of wounds; there is no significant growth in its extent.

During your free time, you’ve been spending as much as possible with Urr’tal. It’s a strange companionship; there’s a base level of distrust directed at all your coterie, but towards him, it has slightly mellowed. There is a level of respect between the two of you that suppresses the distrust; it is like you, the pair of you, do not want to rock the unsteady boat you both find yourself on. Because if the boat becomes unstable, who knows which will drown. You have taken your trophy from the Shade. Under Urr’tal’s tutelage, you skinned the beast and tanned its hide. On your shoulders sits a patchwork cloak of utter night bound with thread of pure white.