Darth Daiara
Metamorphosis
Death had come for Aradia at Vjun. Death had been denied its wares, the will of the cosmo's manipulated by the life essence of a Sith Lord. It burned through Aradia's veins, the unconscious girl left to toss and turn in sweat drenched sheets. The darkness suffused her.. empowered her.. restored her.
While the light... slowly... found itself... engulfed.
She dreamed of flames.
It consumed her. Every piece of her. The fire caught from one fragile cell to the next, tempering them like pottery in a kiln... She had been so weak.
She stopped resisting hours ago.
Lucidity came in fragmented waves, faces forming around her before receding. Kaalia, Darth Mori, Ishana, the children. She pushed past them all, letting them slip away like smoke in the wind. In her dreams she sought something... someone whose face the darkness had nearly taken. A small speck of light tugged at her core. She tugged back. Through the flames, a raven-haired boy emerged.
She felt a skip of elation thrum against her.
"Zaavik..." She reached out, her essence scattering before it could cross the distance.
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