It seems that when boredom strikes me, as it did before writing this, something morbid usually comes out of it as well...
Durasteel Mirror
Carnage. Destruction. Carbon scoring. Death.
It was all around him.
And a pulsating, wounded emptiness in the Force -
In his heart.
In his very soul.
It was consuming him.
Tight shafts of pale golden light tentatively slanted through shattered walls and between cracked, broken pillars, the latter now angled strangely against partially blown-apart balconies, their bases resting upon fallen chunks of stone strewn across dusty floors. A warm wind swirled through a great, ragged hole in one high ceiling, arcing downward to rustle gently the loose clothing of the bundled figures sprawled awkwardly, unnaturally, upon the hall's hard floor. Silence, heavy and telling, held its breath in perfect stillness. Something dark stained the stone in irregular blotches.
Where once he had seen light -
Now only darkness remained.
Palpable, menacing, it clutched at him, whispering promises of falsehood.
A black void within the black void of the galaxy.
Mocking him.
Terrifying him.
Devouring him.
From out of the stillness, the sound of light, booted footsteps was heard, striding unevenly as though pausing every few moments. A voice spoke soft words, filled with emotion - with anger, with sadness. And then, in a slow swirl of a robe, it was gone.
Where once we walked the same path -
Now you have turned away.
Where once we walked as brothers -
Now you are my adversary.
You walk in light, and so I see you clearly - yet I walk in shadow, and thus I am hidden from you.
Your blade burns bright against the shadow, and so I see it clearly - yet my blade blends with the light, and thus it is hidden from you.
Evenly matched, we have no advantage.
Their blades meet for the kill, and between them is a durasteel mirror.
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