852 ABY/ 7,752 ATE
It was difficult to have faith in anything when the fires rose around you. The Sith had come to Thyferra with darkness in their hearts. They had put their faith in the fire and in the night, striking from the setting sun as it cast long shadows on the capital. The shadows were shorter now, less well defined, but that was only because they rose in a hundred directions from a thousand flames that cast the night into the brightness of high noon with none of the comfort. The Sith came for one reason, and one reason only.
To burn it all.
They were not here to parlay, to make peace. They were not here to wage a just war- this was no conflict ruled by the failed Ruusan Accords. This was no Mirial where they concerned themselves with lives saved as surely as with the enemy defeated. They were not here as conquerors. They were here as Reavers.
Xozhixi, the capital- first struck, and there the fires raged the hardest. But now there were reports of Sith in the Jungles, at Xucphra City…. And the fires rose as reports grew.
The Alliance did not sit idly- did not panic and shrink back from the hatred bright in the form of hungered conflagration. They replied with heart, with faith in something besides the night and the fire- faith that dawn would see them standing, ash covered and bloody perhaps, but tall and triumphant. To use their hands, their heads, their hearts, to turn back the tide of reckless hate. They met them in the streets, in the wilds, in the skies. And they fought, because what else could one do when faced with a foe that did not wish you to bend the knee or abandon a plot of land, but to die bleeding at their feet?
Live or die.
There was no other option that mattered.
J'us jena'tes, anas Nu tapti' sulig,
You darkness, that I come from,
Nu nulis j'us vel us visa tave saud
I love you more than all the fires
anas vinelita is tave visuom,
that fence in the world,
nuo tave saud fasona
for the fire makes
zo purja iv irus nuo aliai,
a circle of light for everyone,
ir na rareu garthaz is svies iv j'us.
and then no one outside learns of you.
Kad tave jena'tes geti is viskas:
But the darkness pulls in everything:
tutka ir saud, mals ir ja've,
shapes and fires, animals and myself,
kait sulo zhol vokti savimi! —
how easily it gathers them! —
midwan ir tauta —
powers and people —
ir zhol buti idne zo zavus jegala
and it is possible a great energy
buti akcij fe've nun.
is moving near me.
Nu zinot tikyba is naktis.
I have faith in nights.
Edited by Darth Caecus, 12 December 2017 - 09:51 PM.