"ITS A BIRD, ITS A PLANE... oh wait, it is a Bird... Woman... Thing..."

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Morrigan"]

He smiled and clapped lazily as he appeared, walking up and out of the ground as he smiled. "Good, then we can skip the memory involved with desperation and loneliness... Shall we continue onto sadness and grief?" He smiled and didn't disappear this time, no instead he shimmered and the scene changed to a dark night outside of the home she had come to in the first place. Next came a scene of happiness though, pure and utter joy as she would see Solan with his mother, looking up at the stars and smiling at how their beauty painted the sky. Down in the fields his father was working, no signs of anything wrong.

 

[Vanir]

"This is beautiful. I'm almost sad that I'm going to see what happened to all of it. It's like remembering my city. So quiet, and happy. Plants everywhere, gathering fruit and stuff. Parents holding their children."

I smiled, and actually reached through one of the images of the people I saw.

"Oh. So this is really a memory. I can see, but never touch. Just like my life, if I think about it. Opposing forces pushing me different ways."

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Morrigan"]

The him that was himself, not the memory, stood next to her as he smiled and nodded. "What will happen is regrettable, but things are not as you think and i must promise you that things are not going to happen any time soon. That is the torture that i endure from this scene... watch..." He would watch her try to touch them and while the first time would not have been possible, they would become physical things so long as she did not try to change the memory. Seeing gas that would be impossible to change a memory.

 

[Vanir]

"So... How do boredom and family make you sad, or cause you to grieve? I'm rather sorry to say that I've had plenty of the former, but none of the latter. I've felt love, or admiration... But family is something I've never had, other than Aurum. Nobody else came close enough, and nobody could ever replace my first love. And even that was a bird. The greatest of birds. Agamemnon."

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Morrigan"]

"Family is not what makes me sad, that is." He pointed as suddenly a sound that resembled that of a high pitched whine filled the air and a ship came to rest on the ground nearby. He watched as from the ship came a cloaked man, followed by nearly two dozen men that looked like they were nothing more than militia, untrained and numerous. Moving towards the house slowly with slugthrowers raised and Solan's mother called to his father, grabbing the young Solan and heading inside. "Do you want to see how this ends?" He walked towards the door they had disappeared through, opening it and staring down the hall. "Shall we?"

 

[Vanir]

"Yes, I must see this. It will clarify your point to me, I think. But it's so similar to what happened to my planet. Obviously you survive, but just as obviously, your parents did not. Hence your isolation, I'd say."

I looked around the inside of the house, which looked as if a very happy family lived there. There were smiling pictures of a baby Solan with his parents, with a fuzzy thing that looked like a pet. He was actually a rather cute baby.

"Even being able to guess what happens, I can't help but smile at these pictures. You were a beautiful baby."

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Morrigan"]

He smiled for a moment as she said that but a familiar sound happened as the sound of a lightsaber, blue in color, was cutting through the front door. Solan's own mother removed a cylinder that hung from her side, a saber that erupted blue... the same saber that Solan now wore. Coming through the door were more than a dozen men with slugthrowers, all firing at her as she tried to defend her son, a slug catching her in the gut, then the shoulder, then the lung. In the end more than a dozen times she had been shot at and hit with slugs, twice as many of those she had blocked, some of the men that had been attacking her were now dead on the ground and she lay in the arms of the young Solan Charr, who was covered in her blood now, who died in his arms.

 

[Vanir]

"Why?"

I was totally confused by this scene. There had been a bunch of men who'd shot an apparently defenseless (okay, not totally) woman to bits. What the hell had happened to this man, [member='Solan Charr']?

"Who were they? And why did they kill your mother? Were they simply hunting rogues? Or was that somebody else's doing? Did you ever find out?"

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Morrigan"]

"Keep watching." He remained silent as a shape passed through the door, two blood red sabers cutting down the closest man, then dispatching the other ones in a fit of rage that left him breathing heavily. Only to have a blue saber sent through his back. The Father, staring at his son and his now dead wife turned and with what strength he had, plunged his sabers into the man that had stabbed him. All that remain now were three of the militia men that looked at all the dead and then at Solan who was still holding his mother, calling for her to wake up, to please wake up.

"Hurry and kill the Sith before it has a chance to grow up and kill us all, look at what it's parents did to our people..." The appaerant leader moved to motion at the dead everywhere, killed by Solan's mother and Father together. "Kill it now." With that, time froze, slug throwers leveled at the young solan.

"Can you guess my point in bringing you to this memory? And no, it is not to make you solely feel the pain, loss, and grief that filled me in that day that im sure you feel immensely now..." And she would, a flood of feelings and emotions cascading on her.

 

[Vanir]

"I would say that it was to show me that my problems aren't unique? Or to keep me from feeling resentment towards my enemies? There are a myriad of reasons you could have. But if I were to bet on it, I'd say it was the second one. They killed your parents for having abilities that they had no choice whether or not to have. It's disgusting."

I had a sudden thought, and I grinned at the real Solan.

"If you were trying to take my mind away from my rage, then you did what you meant to do. Now I just feel disgust... and contempt."

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Morrigan"]

"Its not over." He turned his head and the scene started again as the sound of slugthrowers filled the aid, aimed at Solan. But the slammed into the ground and to the right of them stood Solan with his mother's saber in hand. His eyes blood red, his breath short, his hand white as he gripped the blades so hard and more and they would bleed. He screamed and shot forward, his movements choppy and reckless as he slammed right into the first one and then pulled up and out of his body, cleaving him from the inside out. His path didnt stop there as he summoned up the force and slammed the next guy hard enough with it to break several ribs as he flew into the wall. His pain suddenly filled Morrigan's mind, she would feel not only Solan's emotions. But also their fears and pains as the last man tried to shoot at Solan. The latter of which soon found himself next to the gn and in one movement, the militiaman's arms were gone, and in the next his head. The man with the broken ribs crawled out as suddenly solan simply broke down, striking at the already dead bodies, as if he could kill them again and again. That is when the scene ended with the Real solan standing infront of her. "Now do you see what i mean about rage."

 

[Vanir]

[member="Solan Charr"]

"Rage will drive you insane, obviously. Blind rage, especially. But my rage was never blind. My acolytes kept my mind intact."

I looked around.

"Did you and your parents kill all of them? I'm impressed."

 

[Aithne Charr]

"I only killed two miss, and death is nothing to be impressed by, even as i killed them they deserved the same life that was taken from them by me... my point is this. No rage can be truly controlled. Rage in itself is a dangerous and uncontrollable emotion that hold people in its hold until they can get control of themselves or die...Sit down miss." He sat down on a chair, the scene still frozen in that scene of death.

[member="Morrigan"]

 

[Vanir]

I sat down in the proffered chair, and draped my wings over the back. The scene of the child Solan stabbing the dead body over and over was still fresh in my mind. So he was strong as a boy, but his mind was weak? Is that what he was trying to show me?

"So, what you're saying is that a mind that's ruled by rage is weak, and control of rage is strength?"

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Morrigan"]

"Yes and no..." The area around them went white again, though the chairs remained under them. Then infront of Solan formed two spheres. One was a bright white, peaceful and serene, calm and full of joy and love. The second was a much darker obsidion black with scarlet and crimson drops of liquid seeping through cracks. "Take Emotions like these to visages, one, is something that anyone would be more than content with. Happiness, joy, laughter and peace. The other is the harsher emotions, like jealousy, hate, rage, anger, fear... and love as well. You see, they are symbols of who we are, and between them is the thing that i will help kindle inside of you..." He looked between his hands and soon a ball of flames erupted. "This is the visage of my passions and my beliefs, hotter than any natural flame. It is my soul. Just as these three represent me, you have your own representations, you just do not understand them. What i am trying to teach you is not that suppressing emotions is good or bad, that getting rid of your rage will make you stronger... what im trying to teach you is that you can't let an event in your past rule you. You must understand that you are who you are, find your true soul... And if you would allow me too, i can help find such."

 

[Vanir]

"Of course. I need help releasing a decade's worth of rage, and I need training if I am ever to survive, and get my life to somewhere I'd rather be. Happiness requires a certain amount of power over your own destiny, and this power can only be achieved through the Force... No matter whom it is, Jedi, Sith, or normal person."

I looked deep into the ball of flames, and my hands ignited with an ugly black flame that smelled like burnt manure.

"So my soul smells like the back end of an animal?"

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Morrigan"]

"Really... it smells like my cooking to me." He smiled and walked over to her, know it or not she already made things a hundred times easier. Dismissing his own creations he walked over to her, looked at the blackened flames and tore into it with his hand, twisting as he grabbed onto her rage and pulled on it, pulling out and creating its own form to take. This of course, would be highly painful to Morrigan, enough so she probably would be near crippled in pain. Only until after he had torn her rage from her soul did she no longer feel pain. He didn't explain anything yet though, seeing how she reacts, seeing if she would notice the void in her being.

 

[Vanir]

I doubled over when [member="Solan Charr"] touched the flames in my hands. It was like he was... ripping something away. I heard myself scream, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the hand that was not being touched. And then more energy arced along my limbs, as I fell to the ground.

Then suddenly something fell away, and the flames dissipated.

"What the hell did you do to me, Solan? And why did it just trigger Lightning... Something I was formerly unable to cast?"

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Morrigan"]

"Curious are we both... though the lightning wasn't a true usage... i wonder though. Miss Morrigan, i tore your rage from your soul, give you a new perspective on how to control without succumbing to your need for it..." He smiled and let the part that he held in his hand, the black void that pulsed with nothing but primal anger and rage, fall to the floor. The moment it touched the ground a form sprung from it, and then standing across from Morrigan would be a near perfect copy of her, the only difference being she was made purely of shadows. "You will fight your own rage, and the more anger or rage you feel when you fight it, the stronger it becomes... i recommend not thinking about the death of your people." He smiled as two crimson blades appeared in the shadow Morrigan's hands, letting the real morrigan collect herself before it would attack.

 

[Vanir]

"Fighting myself, huh? Not something that'd ever actually happen. Never met anybody else who could fly, before."

I launched myself into the 'air' of Solan's mind. The soul flame flared up again, and turned into something that looked like a large metal hammer. It felt right in my hand, and I grinned at the shadow me.

"Here comes the hurt, Shadow..."

[member="Solan Charr"]