B E A C O N
c. 902 ABY
ABANDONED QUARTZ MINE
NOON
Enough time had passed for all of them that the second crisis in the Netherworld had nearly become a distant memory for the galaxy, a fading thought compared to the destruction of worlds experienced by its people in the time between then and now, but it was uniquely tethered to Elle's very existence in a such a way that it was difficult for her to forget - or remember. Droplets of water left subdued echoes as they fell alongside reflective cavern walls, the cool but stagnant air of its subterranean depths reminding her of the one that had briefly became her tomb. It was a morbid thought, one best left discarded like painful memories should, but it was always there - a flash of light behind the lids of her eyes every time they were shut, the sickening crack of stone and roar of collapsing rock that reached a crescendo the moment sleep reached her. It took an unbearable amount of counseling, of sleepless nights and waking terrors, for her to even begin to process the fact that she'd experienced self-inflicted death despite being very much alive.
A memory that was made during a moment of foolish bravery in an attempt to put down a truly evil man that turned itself into her greatest trauma and fear. It would have been an understatement to say that it took quite a lot out of her to step out of her comfort zone - out of her home - at first, just as wandering into this abandoned mine on Qiilura required an incredible amount of resolve on her end. If she could see the sky, even through a window, then life was bearable - she'd long since come to terms with being alive again - but here, underground, the trauma of being buried alive in a tomb of her own making felt almost fresh and her anxiety peaked in unspoken agreement. It wasn't necessarily a fear of experiencing death that filled her, either, but rather her mind's seeming refusal or, perhaps, inability to comprehend that the moment she remembered had long since passed.
The green hue cast off from the glow of her lightsaber reflected back onto her off of the quartz-covered cavernous walls as she walked, her feet carrying her further in for no other discernable reason than to face her fears and either overcome them or break. The force clothed her, warmed her despite the cool draft of the abandoned mine, and encouraged her towards the former - though the planet's somewhat near proximity towards a burgeoning holdout of the dark side worked to do exactly the opposite. In all it was a humbling experience, a reminder that she was still vulnerable - still small - and that she'd need the force to be whole, especially now. She had mused to herself, before her descent into the mine's depths, that a younger Elle on Bastion might've considered this an exercise in futility.
'I'm glad I've grown since then.'