Abandoned Shack, Dantooine
I am here.
I am here, that's what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted to be here. Well we're here now. Will you let me in?
A tall decrepit figure stood in the doorway of the home, casting more than just an ominious shadow on the moonlit night. This once cosy home had long since been abandoned, and in the years that drew past nature surged forth to retake what was once hers. Moss and grasses burst through cracks in the floor and grew up the sides of the walls, inviting nocturnal insects to come forth the play their songs of mating to the ears of the Miraluka.
Let me in.
Stepping into the home she found three beds, two for sentient beings and one for a pet. The way objects sat suggested that it was a place so suddenly abandoned but one that nobody ever bothered to explore. Why? Was it haunted? It wasn't too remote, walking distance from the nearest market and yet nothing had been touched. Beds were made, pots and pans hung neatly upon the rack and the knick-knacks that sat upon the shelves were set in positions so perfect that this hovel could have only been occupied by the truly anally retentive.
There was no greater malevolence surrounding the structure, no signs of a haunting, or dark spirits that might have been lurking. It was eerie, of course, but in the way that all buildings are eerie when alone at night with the lights snuffed out.
I am here. Why won't you let me in?
The ragged woman took the tome that was held in both hands and lifted it to look at her face. Kasdeya couldn't actually see the book, not in the way that you and I might see, but she could see the book. It had an aura. Did it always have an aura? Her mind would have been put through its paces to come up for an answer to that one, of course if the question would have even surfaced in the first place. Which it wouldn't.
As if she had eyes to stare the woman remained transfixed upon the tome.
Everything, everything you have asked of me I have done, without question. What do I have to do? What do I have to do?!
It was no simple presence of dark or light. It was a maelstrom of so many different things. There was knowledge intermingled with tragedy, weaving notions that captivated and drew curiosity. There was pain, maybe even agony but there was also a thrill of passion and excitement almost as if she stood upon the eve of something great and behind it all stood a vast and most terrible hatred, thirsting for nothing more than vengeance and chaos.
For years Kasdeya had tried to open this book, all memories and thoughts to her life before this book were virtually gone. It had always whispered to her, and in her mind she had always whispered back.
They were friends, after all.
I am here.
I am here, that's what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted to be here. Well we're here now. Will you let me in?
A tall decrepit figure stood in the doorway of the home, casting more than just an ominious shadow on the moonlit night. This once cosy home had long since been abandoned, and in the years that drew past nature surged forth to retake what was once hers. Moss and grasses burst through cracks in the floor and grew up the sides of the walls, inviting nocturnal insects to come forth the play their songs of mating to the ears of the Miraluka.
Let me in.
Stepping into the home she found three beds, two for sentient beings and one for a pet. The way objects sat suggested that it was a place so suddenly abandoned but one that nobody ever bothered to explore. Why? Was it haunted? It wasn't too remote, walking distance from the nearest market and yet nothing had been touched. Beds were made, pots and pans hung neatly upon the rack and the knick-knacks that sat upon the shelves were set in positions so perfect that this hovel could have only been occupied by the truly anally retentive.
There was no greater malevolence surrounding the structure, no signs of a haunting, or dark spirits that might have been lurking. It was eerie, of course, but in the way that all buildings are eerie when alone at night with the lights snuffed out.
I am here. Why won't you let me in?
The ragged woman took the tome that was held in both hands and lifted it to look at her face. Kasdeya couldn't actually see the book, not in the way that you and I might see, but she could see the book. It had an aura. Did it always have an aura? Her mind would have been put through its paces to come up for an answer to that one, of course if the question would have even surfaced in the first place. Which it wouldn't.
As if she had eyes to stare the woman remained transfixed upon the tome.
Everything, everything you have asked of me I have done, without question. What do I have to do? What do I have to do?!
It was no simple presence of dark or light. It was a maelstrom of so many different things. There was knowledge intermingled with tragedy, weaving notions that captivated and drew curiosity. There was pain, maybe even agony but there was also a thrill of passion and excitement almost as if she stood upon the eve of something great and behind it all stood a vast and most terrible hatred, thirsting for nothing more than vengeance and chaos.
For years Kasdeya had tried to open this book, all memories and thoughts to her life before this book were virtually gone. It had always whispered to her, and in her mind she had always whispered back.
They were friends, after all.
