Ashara could feel the presence of her allies around her, but her attention was drawn elsewhere towards the mirror before them. What she saw before her was nearly impossible to fathom to the outsiders of her sisterhood. She saw herself, but only a reflection of her former self, a young human women just beginning her journey as a Sith knight. Her attention focused on the mirror before them, she heard whispers all around her. Come to me……as she proceeded forward and touched the mirror a memory replayed as though she was transported into that very moment.
The time was three years before present day, The Jen Ari’ had crumbled into a flake dust cast upon the wind, and Ashara found herself on Dathomir. It was here She went through the transformation and under gone the ritual to become a prophet of the dark side. The ritual nearly killed Ashara asking for her own blood sacrifice, The winged Goddess demanded she lay her own life before her to begin a new one. The ritual would transform her into a Seer of the nightsisters. The ritual would take four days to complete, and on the fifth she would see a vison of future events. On her death bed Ashara was spared for her obedience, and on that evening she saw what would take place.
Ashara remembered the vision in clarity, it included everyone who was standing in front of the doppelganger mirror. For Ashara her battle was only about to begin, she would be faced with a simple choice. One: lay your life down and the others could proceed without paying the price, or fight your doppelganger and pass through the mirror and let your sisters fight their own battle.
The memory subsided and it was just as she had expected, she could not pass through and only touch the glass mirror and stare at her human doppelganger. Glancing around at everyone wondering if they could see her human doppelganger in the mirror. Tapping pom on her shoulder she pointed at that mirror. ”Do you see what I see, Its my former self”