@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Shi'Do Mont,
There were many different forms of Psychometry. This power allowed the users to view events as if they were there, including the sights, sounds, and feelings, both emotional and physical, that the wielder of the object experienced; this instance, specifically, Erinyes.
Shi'do, the moment his fingers brushed his Masters, would suddenly find himself immersed in the memory as if viewing it as his own. Every emotion, word, and the very event would be played out as if current time -- only he'd be unable to change the past, it was after all, Erinyes's memory.
In the distance, the first soft strains of a
melody ushered them into the bloodied Hall of the Palace at Lao-Mon.
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[SIZE=11.818181991577148px]A crown was on Skorn's brow. A crown of ivory and jade adorned with bloodstones. The priests bowed and that was when he saw her enter. A smile grew on those feral lips. Yes, this was indeed his finest hour, his moment of triumph. Here he was crowned King of Lao Mon and here was his Sister. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.818181991577148px]Dearest Erin, he had of course known that she was here. He had felt her. This close there was hardly a force in the universe that could keep him from sensing her.[/SIZE]
Skorn laughed and his laughter echoed in the chamber. The priests still bowing quivered and his father's concubine and her son at his feet looked at him with sheer terror in their eyes. He descended a step.
"
Sister, come....it is our moment in history. Come, stand by my side and together we will rule here. This is our home, the home of our mother and father. And now finally, it is my domain. My will, be done."
Skorn, her brother. Her life.
"Come dearest, take your place by my side. We will rule this place...as Gods ruled the mortals in days of gone by darkness."
"
Why?...Why must mother's throne be drenched in a sanguine river of thine own accord?"
[SIZE=11.818181991577148px]Erinyes resemblance to their dead mother was uncanny, and seeing her despair so shook Skorn's heart to the core. But black were the hearts of those of served the Darkness. And this Draclau served the dark arts as fastidiously as his father. He had ever done so. They were worlds apart she and he. She had been the dying fragment of the Lao Mon of ages ago. A time when their mother had ruled. A time of peace...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.818181991577148px]A Jedi had once ruled Lao Mon, well she was not a full Jedi. But Erinyes had received the training and she had served the light. It was those teachings that had served as cornerstones for Erin when she had been but a child. But for Skorn, ever since their mother had died. Life was a constant struggle. He was tested, brutally tested time and time again until the accolytes were certain. Malice Draclau's eldest could be naught but a Sith. And it was the teachings of the Sith that were poured down upon him.[/SIZE]
Skorn moved a step closer, reaching out to embrace her. The dark mantle that shrouded him moved with him and his eyes glowed eerily crimson. The eyes of a dark beast.
He stopped.
"Mother's throne, and her ideals crumbled when Malice Draclau put her entire court to the sword. He showed the way to true power. The light has no place on Lao Mon sister. The light has no place in my heart. This is my throne now, and it is annointed with the blood of those who oppose me. I rule here now with father's blessings. Until his name is dust beneath my heels."
Another step, he was close to her. Really close. His voice had dropped down to a hiss.
"I need you by my side sister, you and I are twins in the force. We are gifted both of us. Apart we are strong, but together we are invincible. I have waited all my life for this moment. And all my life I have wanted you here with me. Be with me Erin, join me. We will be the King and Queen of these people, the purest bloodline ruling over all. Join me, abandon the foolish Jedi ways..."
He had to have her by his side, he could not bear to lose her again.
"...join me, be one with our heritage. Embrace the Draclau within you...and we will rule the stars."
"
…Foolish?... " Erinyes asked quietly, the words falling from quivering lips as jade irides locked upon crimson. There she stood before him; face upturned to meet his, sable wisps brushing her cheeks as her eyes shimmered. It was her brother's beloved visage yet not; formed and cast by the forge of the Darkside.
Was this the man who'd held her so lovingly not weeks passed? It was a face, a voice, a presence so achingly familiar yet not; his dark to her light.
“
Thou speak of the ideals our mother taught us long ago…the same of the Kings of Old. The very Kings of Legend and Lore that hath soothed our dreams into the night. ”
She trembled; fingers flexing over the electrum hilt of her saber. Every fiber of her being churned with the desire to hold him in her arms; long were they separated ever since that bloody night—the very night that tore him from her amidst blood, flame, and the cries of death.
The reign of their mother died that night, and under the watchful gaze of her guardian she was entrusted to the Jedi, a last request of her mother that Enoc dare not deny. More than thirty years she’d been alone, thinking Skorn was dead… far too long. Seeing him now, with the Darkside radiating from him, looming over her, she found herself tempted-- for he was her world. Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood; the only one to seek her out when she’d been banished to the North, hidden from her father’s sight.
So yes, tempted she was, to give into her beloved brothers plea. "
Can thou promise me no more tears? No more bloodshed... no more death? No more pain and suffering... no more hiding in the dark? Will thee be with me? Come away into the night; where no more sorrows lie. Where neither death, nor sword, nor wretched kin can part us so?"
For a moment deepest darkness fades,
And a distant gray light shines in feline eyes,
Jaded his visage tires,
With a silent longing he stares.
"I would promise you this world and many more, I would promise you the stars and the treasures they keep. I would promise you an Empire...but I cannot promise you that..."
Skorn paused and the moment passed, darkness shrouded him once more. A mantle that would not be shaken. Every step of his life had been designed to this moment, to be the firstborn of Malice Draclau was to be the very embodiment of the word Sith. This darkness was now as much a part of him as his blood.
"...I cannot be away with you, and I cannot promise you an end to the bloodshed. One day perhaps, when the Draclau name has regained all it lost. And after Malice Draclau is finally dead. That day perhaps there can be peace. But before that Sister...there will be rivers of blood. It is my sworn duty, my destiny...
I cannot be away with you, no matter how hard I want to."
Oh wretched night,
Horrid night,
that thou hast given me...
Throbs of Jade shimmered with tears, a single hand rising to Skorn's twisted face. Gingerly, tenderly, Erinyes traced the angles of his beloved visage with warm fingertips. The line of his brow, the hollows of his cheeks, and finally finding their place over his lips. Two finger tips pressed against them, trembling in the emotions that wracked her small frame.
Rising herself upon tippy toes, Erinyes leaned in close. There was a flash of silver light round her neck. A delicate chain. A small vial pendent. Its contents crimson in colour with intricate silver vines holding it in place. A gift, a curse, a reminder of the past. Waves of ebony shifted, sending the sweet aroma of summer rain that clung to her tresses and skin towards him. She watched him with such melancholic longing and wretched need-- for she loved him. He was her heart; her soul.
Faraway and long ago...
A strike to my heart,
The Force surged within Erinyes as childlike giggles from the past whispered in her ears. Secrets shared; secrets kept. Laughter spinning it’s intricate web, binding them close, hand in hand. Round and round, beloved art thee as whispers promised eternity.
A strike to my soul,
Fingers moved and lips replaced for the briefest of moments... then it was gone. "
Skorn...."
A
snap hiss was heard, bathing the side of the Dark beauty's visage in a burst of pale green light.
beloved brother lost to me.
"
.... I cannot let thee...." And thus, the Daughter of the light, a Guardian of the Old Kings raised her blade to the man she loved the most. With tears in her eyes, cast in sorrow and love, she would fight to protect Lao-Mon...
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