Slowly falling down, touching the cold sand, the smooth but cold texture felt serene somehow. Slowly feeling the cold creeping into me. I was dying, I was disappearing. My blood burning due to the plazma energy piercing through my chest. Living a life full of hate, trying to kill one of the people who brought me so much pain my life. Only to end up dying? Betrayed by a father figure. Losing my brother, killed for protecting me. Losing my mother, dying to protect me. I have lost everything, and what did I even achieve in this life?
When I was but a young one my master took me to a mass grave for our people. They were butchered, they were killed, cleansed simply because they thought differently. Simply because they wanted to live another life. One of emotion, not without emotion. But the evil ones just went on with their genocidcal plan. Cleansing the sith from all over the galaxy. What was once great was rendered small.
Breathing in the ashes of the fallen, touching the glassed corpses.
Whilst there I felt their pain, I felt a thousand cuts on my body, I felt.. I felt the death of millions of sith.
The sith deserve their vengeance, I DESERVE VENGEANCE. No one, no one will deny me my vengeance, and no man, no jedi, no master will deny my vengeance.
That.. That was my thought process once upon a time. My entire life was spent believing in that. But after death did I truly realise how weak I was. Beat the master? I couldn't even take on the apprentice even while he was incredibly weak. I.. I just want a second chance, to live a good life.
I will occasionally post more, cheers.