Title : Torn Asunder Part 2 : The Revelation

Author : Vadergirl sithwarriorchick@hotmail.com

Rating : PG

Characters : Krystalynne and her mother

Catergory : Drama/Angst

Status: 2/2

Disclaimer : I don't own any of the SW universe George does.

Summary : What happened to Krystalynne after Torn Asunder ?

 

Torn Asunder Part Two : The Revelation

 

 

The door swung open as the little girl was sleeping. The light

hitting her bed and slight body . Hands came to her shoulders and

shook her. The little girl woke up and squinted against the light

shining on her eyes. She yawned and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

" Mommy ?"

"Get up sweetie right now. Mommy has something to tell you."The

little girl sat up in her bed and faced the older woman. Her mother's

face was tear stained and her eyes were red and puffy. The little girl

had never seen her mother like this.

" Now its just you and me sweetie," the woman hugged the little

girl tightly against her," We're all alone. We have no one but each

other." She murmured as she rocked the child softly. They were her

mantra.The little girl felt smushed and broke the embrace.

"Whats wrong Mommy ?" The little girl looked at the woman with her

little green eyes.

The woman opened her mouth............

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She lay in her cot at the orphanage passing her last night in the

cold dank place. Tomorrow she would reach the age of maturity and

leave this place that had housed her for most of her life. The sounds

of her dorm mates could be heard all around her. She was not surprised

some of the cots were empty seeing as how their occupants had snuck

out to visit their paramours in the nearby village.

The moonlight came in through a window and illuminated her face

with its silvery glow making it look pale. Her hair was spread around

her head like a halo. She couldn't sleep she had had a nightmare again.

The same nightmare that had always haunted her. The nightmare that

was no illusion but was in fact true. Her living nightmare.

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" No ! No ! You're lying ! You're lying ! " The little girl was

struggling against her mother's calming embrace. Her face was twisted

into a scowl and her tiny body was in a defensive posture as if she

had just taken a physical blow. " I don't believe you. He promised

he'd come back with us ! He promised ! " She was crying now and her

little body gave out and sagged into her mother who rocked her once

again.

Her mother was crying. " I know. I know sweetie but there wasn't

anything we could have done. He was doing his job. He loved you honey.

He would never have done this on purpose believe that. He never wanted

to leave us and especially you." Her words were soothing as she

caressed the catatonic girl on the face. Caressing her cheeks and

making shushing noises.

The little girl's tear stained cheeks burned red from the salt of

her cheeks. Her hands still lay curled up into miniscule fists ready

to take on an adversary. As if she could fight the evil that had just

entered her life. Her mother opened up the covers and settled next to

the girl......................................

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She fingered her mother's silver brush as she sat at the mirror

in the bathroom. She raised it and ran it through her brown curls.

They bounced against her shoulders as the brush passed them. The

silver brush had etchings on it and was engraved with her mother's

initials I.P . She had used this same brush every morning of her

married life. It had been a wedding day present from her husband. It

had been her cherished possession.

She remembered how in the mornings as a child she would walk into

her parent's bedroom and spot her mother at her vanity during her

morning toilette. Her mother would put her in her lap and brush sweet

smelling powder on her face with a poofy face puff. The powder had

always made her sneeze.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the noise of the other wards of

the State . Each girl had to be ready by six in the morning for

breakfast. Her bag with her meager belongings was on top of her bed

that had been neatly made up. This morning she would walk past the

gates of the institution and go out into the real world.

She made another deft pass and judging her hair to be at its

neatest put her toiletries away. The last thing she put away was the

brush.The last time she had seen her mother happy had been when she

was using this brush...................................

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It had been three horrific weeks in the Petarkas Household. Neither

Ilse or her husband had had living relatives so there had been no

relatives to the door and offer ther condolences. Neighbors had come

by but they had come out of a morbid fascination with death and

destruction. The little girl had eyed them with scorn. Hypocrites of

the worst kind feeding upon she and her mother's pain like vulture's !

The little girl played with her dolls imagining one was her

father . The daddy doll hugged the mommy doll. She placed the little

baby doll in between the two bigger figures. She made the two adult

dolls kiss. She had them walking hand in hand when she heard a beep .

The door hissed open. Her mother's ravaged figure appeared before

her. Once the beauty of her village, Ilse had quickly dissipated into

a mere shadow of her former self. Her skin lay dry and pale , her eyes

were smudged with dark shadows, and grooves had magically appeared at

the corners of her mouth. She walked towards the girl.

" Come on time for beddy bye." The little girl put her dolls away

and followed her mother into her parent's bedroom where she had taken

to sleeping with her mother. Her mother gave her a bath and then the

two had brushed their hair with the beautiful ornate silver brush. The

soft petals brushed and began to lull the little girl to sleep.

" Your Daddy loved us baby." The little girl gave a small nod as she

snuggled closer to her mother as the brush continued to pass through

her curls. Her plump little cheeks rosy pink.

" Would you like to see Daddy again ? Again the girl nodded this

time her eyelids slowly beginning to close shut.

" Well me and you are going to meet with Daddy again. We'll be a

happy family again . You'll see. It will be like it used to be." The

woman talked to herself in a anxious whisper. The crazed look in her

eye would have frightened the child but she had fallen asleep........

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She laid the brush abruptly in her bag almost as if she had been

burned by it . But it had not been the brush that had burnt it had

been her memory. How she wished that one could erase those events of

the past that still hurt till this day. Why were they resurfacing now

that she was on her way to begin her life again ?

The young woman picked up her bag and left the dormitory for the

last time. She walked past the hallway and into the mess hall where

breakfast was being served. The few friends she had made during her

stay there beckoned her to their table. She took a seat and the simple

yet substantial food was served.

She had taken the last bite of her eggs when a hush came over

the table . Looking up she saw that her friends had left her. They

soon returned carrying a small cake with eighteen candles lit atop.

The flickering candles burned and gave of their burning essence.

The girl focused on them and the whole room seemed to fade as the

yellow and orange light enveloped her in its illuminant web. She thought,

fire cleanses the spirit..............................

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The girl lay on the bed unconscious of what was going on around

her. The woman was frantically pacing around the room talking to

herself. She finally took the bottle of flammable liquid she had kept

in a locked compartment so that her daughter wouldn't have access to

it. She began to douse the room with it. She was crying. She knew this

was wrong but she didn't know what else to do. They would be out in

the street soon. They would starve. Better to die and join their

beloved in the afterlife. They would be together that is what

mattered.

She lit a match from a matchbook she had purchased when the family

had gone camping and they had been "roughing it". This made her pause.

She looked at her daughter so peaceful in her sleep. Could she do this

? Could she end the life of the being that she had brought personally

into this world ?

The lit from the match burned her fingertips and went out. She got

another one and lay poised to light it.............................

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" Burn the candles out !" The girl took a deep breath and blew

on the candles on her birthday cake. They went out in one blow and the

whole table cheered. She smiled at them but it wasn't a sincere smile.

She had stopped really smiling a long time ago. She couldn't remember

the last time she had smiled genuinely.

The cake was divided among the table and enjoyed. The young

woman ate but she didn't taste what she was eating. She just ingested

mechanically. The candles had burnt out and had been dropped onto the

floor in the mad rush for a taste of cake. She stared at them.

The ends were charred black. She only saw that shade of black

when things were consumed and destroyed.............................

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The smoke snaked its way into her air passages and made

breathing almost impossible. She coughed and coughed. She felt a heavy

languidness in her small body making her feel tired. She knew

something was wrong but she didnt know what it was. Her body wouldn't

let her go without a fight and she opened her eyes to see a wall of

fire.

It gleamed sinisterly at her approaching closer and closer. The

girl looked for her mother and saw her slumped figure on the floor.

She crawled towards the fallen body." Mommy ? Mommy ? Mommy wake up.

Wake Up please ?"

The figure moved and she saw her mother's eyes open " Fire

cleanses. Let the fire cleanse you then we can be with your father."

Her eyes closed and the little girl shook her but her life-force was

gone all that remained was the empty shell of her spirit. The little

girl was all alone.

The little girl hugged the body of her dead mother for comfort.

She didn't know what to do. She was scared and the last person that she

had loved had just died in front of her eyes. She looked frantically

for an escape.

She spotted a ventilation shaft on the corner of the wall that had

not been reached by the fire yet. The little girl used her small hands

to pry it open tearing gashes into her soft hands in the process.

Animal instincts had set in and somehow she found the strength to do

it. She squeezed her tiny body into the shaft and crawled on all fours

away from the fire. She finally made her way to an area of ventilation

that was even smaller than her small body.

The little girl was stuck. She couldn't go back and she couldn't go

forward..........................................

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The young lady hugged her friends good bye. They promised to write

and keep in touch but they all knew that that was a lie. Everyone that

left was on their own and this place had never been a home it had been

a stop along their road.

She had been a scared little girl when she had come in and even

though she had grown up deep down inside she was still that same

little girl.....................................

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The girl didn't know how long she had stayed in the shaft

afterwards they would tell her that it had been a whole day. After the

fire had been spotted by neighbors who had called authorities it had

been quickly extinguished. The officials hadn't even known that there

had been a small child until one of the neighbors offered to take her

in. An extensive search had been conducted until one of the searchers

had heard whimpers coming from the ventilation ducts. They had torn

the apartment apart and taken her out.

She was laid on the carpet of the adjacent neighbors house while

the medics examined her.

" Except for mild smoke inhalation. The girl's fine. She was

lucky. The woman was burned to a -" The medic stopped abruptly

realizing how wrong it was to speak of such thing especially to the

victim's child. " Don't worry little lady. You are going to be just fine.

We're taking you some place safe where you will be all right and cared

for". The medic had given her a hug but the girl had laid woodenly in

the embrace.

" Come on we're taking you to your new home"...................

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Now she was leaving the "home" that she had been brought to. She

still carried a scar on her left hand after all these years. She

looked at it and traced it with a finger. She made her way to the

front entrance of the orphanage and exited never looking back once.