"Keriath was my sister," Talina said. "Therefore I was in high rank in the palace. I was also married to a very high ranking member of the Dragon Army." Noticing Anakin's wrinkled brow, Talina sighed wistfully. "Yes, we had an army in those days. A mighty army, indeed. And Ishtah was Javan's second-in-command-his best friend."
Tiegan sat up a bit straighter in her seat, folding her wings tighter. "What happened to him?"
Talina shifted her wings, her grief slicing through the Force. Anakin glanced over at Syfira, who's mighty form took up a considerable portion of the Twilight 2's comfortable common room.
"That…is a long story," Talina continued, lowering her head.
"We have time," Tiegan said, resting her chin on her hands.
"To explain Ishtah's fate, I would have to tell you the history of Javan's rule." She glanced at Syfira. "It is not a pleasant story."
"Please," Syfira said softly. "I need to know."
"Very well," Talina consented. "It started almost four thousand years ago, on Alta-Drakeo. Javan was a promising young warrior and Zhar…well, he had not yet committed his crimes…"
