Time.
There was an old Lorrdian saying that time would heal all wounds. Nothing save for distance from the moment of heartbreak could ensure peace. Tranquility would come with the passage of time.
She’d heard all the adages and frankly, thought they were written by those who had never known love. Those who had never known true pain, desperation, and heartache.
Time did nothing for those things.
For her, it simply made the pain worse.
Fingers knotted together in her lap as the transport broke atmosphere and descended toward the planet’s surface. Blinking, dark eyes swept across what little was visible in the tiny viewport beside her, trying in vain to catch sight of something familiar. But there was nothing yet, they were still too high up, and she knew it.
But it didn’t stop the faint sigh that emerged, the sound hardly audible as she did her best to suppress it. She’d left under such dubious circumstances, in the dead of the night even as she somehow managing not to alert the guards. Those guards who would have lain down their lives without a second thought to save her, to save her son...but she would not see them squandered in the face of her mother’s wrath.
Amethyst had run, knowing what was after her, and hadn’t stopped running since. She was her mother’s shame, and the woman would stop at nothing until she was completely obliterated from all facets of existence. It had been months...a year? Maybe more? She had lost track.
But that wasn’t the only reason you left, was it.
No.
She had left because she was a failure. He deserved so much better than something like her...a broken mother to his child, a worthless apprentice who could not channel the gifts he laid at her feet. He’d given her everything and she’d done nothing worthy of those gifts in return. Nothing.
Amethyst had spent far too long distancing herself from her mother and everything the woman embodied. So much so that she could barely harness the Force as it festered beneath her skin. There was simply too much light in the depths of her soul, that want to be something different, better than what she’d been raised to be.
She was a failure.
He was a Sith, and she simply could not be so purely dark. There was nothing for it...she would do what she had come to do, and she would leave again. The gentle shudder of the craft signaled its landing, and startled her out of what had apparently a lengthy reverie. Fingers smoothed out the plain fabric of her tunic and leggings before pulling the deep hood up over her head as she disembarked, even altering her features to avoid recognition should she be seen.
Footsteps carried the woman through the city slowly, dark eyes trailing along familiar buildings and pathways. Finding reminders of everything she’d walked away from in every moment, feeling her mother’s flechettes taking pieces of her flesh with each remembrance. But she pressed onward. She had precious little time until the transport left again, and let her steps carry her to the vicinity of the palace.
There was an old Lorrdian saying that time would heal all wounds. Nothing save for distance from the moment of heartbreak could ensure peace. Tranquility would come with the passage of time.
She’d heard all the adages and frankly, thought they were written by those who had never known love. Those who had never known true pain, desperation, and heartache.
Time did nothing for those things.
For her, it simply made the pain worse.
Fingers knotted together in her lap as the transport broke atmosphere and descended toward the planet’s surface. Blinking, dark eyes swept across what little was visible in the tiny viewport beside her, trying in vain to catch sight of something familiar. But there was nothing yet, they were still too high up, and she knew it.
But it didn’t stop the faint sigh that emerged, the sound hardly audible as she did her best to suppress it. She’d left under such dubious circumstances, in the dead of the night even as she somehow managing not to alert the guards. Those guards who would have lain down their lives without a second thought to save her, to save her son...but she would not see them squandered in the face of her mother’s wrath.
Amethyst had run, knowing what was after her, and hadn’t stopped running since. She was her mother’s shame, and the woman would stop at nothing until she was completely obliterated from all facets of existence. It had been months...a year? Maybe more? She had lost track.
But that wasn’t the only reason you left, was it.
No.
She had left because she was a failure. He deserved so much better than something like her...a broken mother to his child, a worthless apprentice who could not channel the gifts he laid at her feet. He’d given her everything and she’d done nothing worthy of those gifts in return. Nothing.
Amethyst had spent far too long distancing herself from her mother and everything the woman embodied. So much so that she could barely harness the Force as it festered beneath her skin. There was simply too much light in the depths of her soul, that want to be something different, better than what she’d been raised to be.
She was a failure.
He was a Sith, and she simply could not be so purely dark. There was nothing for it...she would do what she had come to do, and she would leave again. The gentle shudder of the craft signaled its landing, and startled her out of what had apparently a lengthy reverie. Fingers smoothed out the plain fabric of her tunic and leggings before pulling the deep hood up over her head as she disembarked, even altering her features to avoid recognition should she be seen.
Footsteps carried the woman through the city slowly, dark eyes trailing along familiar buildings and pathways. Finding reminders of everything she’d walked away from in every moment, feeling her mother’s flechettes taking pieces of her flesh with each remembrance. But she pressed onward. She had precious little time until the transport left again, and let her steps carry her to the vicinity of the palace.
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[member="Darth Tacitus"]
