Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, I just like to mess with them.
A/N: This is completely A/U. It's a R/T (Raynar/Tahiri) fiction
Morn To Love
Space. Empty and meaningless to an empty soul. Tahiri saw space as empty. Meaningless maybe not. Tahiri sat by the view port in her room, looking at all that remained of her universe. She just sat there dreaming of the days gone by, when she had been at the Jedi Academy and had first met Anakin. Slowly her thoughts drifted through the events since that day, the Vong invasion, her capture and the take over of Yavin 4, the Myrkr mission and the loss of Coruscant. So much pain had been caused by the war, so much death.
Tahiri remembered trying to take her own life so that she could be with Anakin forever, but something always seemed to be holding her back. She knew what or more precisely who it was. It was Anakin, so many times he had come to her in dreams telling her that she would love another, that she needed to move on. Tahiri couldn't understand how Anakin could have said those things to her. Didn't he love her? Didn't he want her with him? Yet, somehow she knew that Anakin was right. Something nagged at the back of her mind, just out of reach that kept her going. Tahiri didn't know it, but soon the feeling would be revealed to her.
Across the galaxy another soul was trying to remember his past. All he could remember was a single name: Eryl. He knew that he had loved her, but he knew that he had lost her somehow. He didn't remember how he had lost his love, he just knew that he had.
The man sat on a swing, rusted chains ground against each other creating squeaks with even the slightest movements. The rain and wind was strong and steady, but the cloaked figure didn't seem to mind. He just sat there moving slowly trying to remember his past. The only other clue besides the girls name was a metal cylinder at his side that would ignite into a blade. He had once heard the thing referred to as a light saber. He wasn't quite sure how he had come into possession of the weapon, but he seemed to know how to use it. Sighing the figure stood and headed for his X-wing hoping to remember more of his past.