Masks

[Miss Blonde]

Masks

Hot steam filled a bathroom on the island home of Patricia Susan Garter and her wonderful family. The blonde had just moved here with them and already she was absolutely in love with Relovian. The islands were beautiful and everything was absolutely perfect. But still Patricia felt that something was missing in her life, she felt like she wasn't in control anymore and whatever was going on she could never get to the bottom of. So she let the hot water wash over her nude body until she was starting to wrinkle, the young Jedi padawan sighed and the steam curled around her as she shut off the water and stepped out wrapping a towel around her.

Once out of the shower she approached the mirror that was absolutely covered in a fog, and as she stared into the blur that was her own reflection she stopped and absolutely froze. Numbness came over her body and her eyes began to roll into the back of her head. Her spine arched backwards and a single finger pointed outwards and began to draw on the glass. As her finger smeared against the fog stained glass she soon awoke and snapped back to reality gasping over the sink and coughing. Looking up she screamed loudly and stumbled backwards falling on her rear.

There was one image drawn into the mirror. A single haunting image that was staring at her and wanting nothing more than to become one with her.

She slowly stood up and walked towards the mirror so their faces aligned. She could see the crude mirror drawing align with her face, it felt like it belonged.

find me the mirror said then faded into nothing as the steam drawing dissipated.

Patricia clutched her fists and nodded her head, she knew what needed to be done.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Felucia, collapsed sith empire space.


A single shuttle touched down on the jungle planet in the brush and thick trees of the planet. Settling foen the engines came to a low purr then died out after a few seconds. Hot ticks came from the engine as the ship's ramp opened up and a woman cloaked in black robes stepped out holding the lightsaber of the most powerful sith who had ever lived. Patricia was lost as her body seemed to coast on it's own, trapped in a box where her body was on auto pilot.

Stepping down from the shuttle the woman began to walk forward towards the trees and Into the jungle. Everything felt like it belonged, it felt like a wound in the force. But the woman was none the wiser to what was going on, In her mind she was back home with her family cuddled up on the couch watching a movie.

But in reality the force had brought her here. It had brought her here for a soul purpose, to find what rightfully belonged to her. What was her birthright to power and wealth. To reunite what was lost and become something new, to adorn a mask and take her destiny into her own hands. Patricia walked through the jungles with a mask on her face to help breathe the dense and possibly diseased air. What she was here for was ancient and quite powerful

 

[Miss Blonde]

With her mind blissfully unaware the husk of being began to walk through the Felucian jungles. Greenery completely surrounded her as she trekked forward, she felt the force curl around her and even though reality was warped what little consciousness she had within her was watching out for the hostile wildlife upon this planet. The dark robbed woman had darkness curl around herself and the lightsaber as the ventured deeper into the jungle. She could feel it longing for her, to be reunited at long last.

Patricia pushed a few bushes out of the way and a tree branch then came across a clearing of trees. Moving forward she let nothing stand in her way and walked through any obstacle. Nothing would stop her today and nothing was going to make her wait to be united with it.

Taking the saber in her hand she activated it's red blade and moved forward past the clearing. She began to cut down the trees and shrubbery in her path as she grew closer and closer to where she needed to be. There was a single name that radiated though, a John Harrison, whoever he was he was the last to have it, and it would be hers. The two would be one again.