Ibby
OOC Account
[member="Atheus"]
I could still feel it. I could still feel the horrible pain from my mother's death. The horrible, horrible hollowness that followed the snuffing of her life force. Even now, the terrible moment of when my mother's presence was blown away with the explosion remained etched into my memories.
And it sucked.
It'd been days -- weeks -- since I'd seen her, or my father. But the burning desire for revenge still roiled inside me. I would find the bastards who killed my mother, and I would make sure they felt the agony I was going through now.
All with the help of this mysterious man from Adumar.
This masked man, Atheus, I had yet to decide whether or not I trusted him. His being was that of a dark, dark orange, twisted through with various reds. It wasn't as dark as the men and women who killed my mother, but it was close enough to make me uneasy.
I had to trust him, though. Even if I didn't want to. After arriving to Adumar, I hadn't heard from my father in over two days, meaning those sick sons-of-banthas had probably gotten to him, too. They'd taken away my family, my home, my entire life, and this man promised to help me make them pay.
In my hands laid my mother's lightsabre, as cold as that day had been. It was mostly metal, but the hilt had strips of leather on it, to better the grip. I let my fingers trace over it, feeling the foreign bumps and scuffs. Until those men came, I didn't even know my mother knew how to use these things, much less was a Jedi. If I hadn't just lost her and my father, I'd probably be pissed. I felt robbed, not knowing about her past. Or why my father had a crystal that hummed with the Force when he himself had no sensitivity.
All of these questions, and the only ones who could answer them were dead. Figured.
I could still feel it. I could still feel the horrible pain from my mother's death. The horrible, horrible hollowness that followed the snuffing of her life force. Even now, the terrible moment of when my mother's presence was blown away with the explosion remained etched into my memories.
And it sucked.
It'd been days -- weeks -- since I'd seen her, or my father. But the burning desire for revenge still roiled inside me. I would find the bastards who killed my mother, and I would make sure they felt the agony I was going through now.
All with the help of this mysterious man from Adumar.
This masked man, Atheus, I had yet to decide whether or not I trusted him. His being was that of a dark, dark orange, twisted through with various reds. It wasn't as dark as the men and women who killed my mother, but it was close enough to make me uneasy.
I had to trust him, though. Even if I didn't want to. After arriving to Adumar, I hadn't heard from my father in over two days, meaning those sick sons-of-banthas had probably gotten to him, too. They'd taken away my family, my home, my entire life, and this man promised to help me make them pay.
In my hands laid my mother's lightsabre, as cold as that day had been. It was mostly metal, but the hilt had strips of leather on it, to better the grip. I let my fingers trace over it, feeling the foreign bumps and scuffs. Until those men came, I didn't even know my mother knew how to use these things, much less was a Jedi. If I hadn't just lost her and my father, I'd probably be pissed. I felt robbed, not knowing about her past. Or why my father had a crystal that hummed with the Force when he himself had no sensitivity.
All of these questions, and the only ones who could answer them were dead. Figured.