Chapter Two: The First of the Spirits
That night, Revan searched his room all over with a candle before putting it on the table.
"Spirits." He scoffed. He'd obviously been stressed as he got into bed and blew out his candle. "Humbug!"
Revan then went to sleep without undressing.
()()()()()
As Revan slept, an ancient green male walked up. His hair was gray, and he was dressed in blue robes. He starred at the fireplace, and the fire came on. He then rang the bell on the clock, which read two o'clock, but Revan continued sleeping.
"Hm." The male mused. He rang the bell again, and Revan got up.
"Oh, what?" Revan asked.
"Well it's about time." The male said. "We haven't got all night, you know."
"Who... Who are you?" Revan asked in surprise.
"I'm the Ghost of Christmas Past." The man said. "You can call me Vandar for short."
"I would think someone like you would look a little taller." Revan observed.
"Well Revan, if men were aged by kindness, you'd be no bigger than a speck of dust." Vandar retorted calmly.
"Kindness is of little use in this world." Revan said as he prepared to go back to sleep.
"You didn't always think so." Vandar said. "Come on, Revan, it's time to go."
"Then go." Revan said agitatedly when Vandar walked to a window, and opened it.
"Vandar!" Revan called out in alarm. "What are you doing?!"
"We're going to visit your past." Vandar explained.
"I'm not going out there." Revan countered. "I'll fall."
"Take my hand, and you'll be lifted." Vandar said, as Revan apprehensively took Vandar's hand, and they were flying above Coruscant in an instant, having a wild ride.
()()()()()
They stopped at a small shop.
"Vandar, I think I know this place." Revan mused. "Yes! It's old Zhar's! I couldn't have worked for a kinder man."
Inside the shop, Zhar, alive again, was dancing with several others.
"Why it's old Zhar himself!" Revan exclaimed. "And all of my very dearest friends!"
Revan then turned to a shy boy who looked very slim.
"And that shy boy in the corner, that's me." Revan remarked.
"Yes." Vandar said. "Before you became a miserable miser consumed by greed."
"Well nobody's perfect." Revan defended before looking at a brown haired girl with blue eyes. "There she is. There's lovely Bastila."
()()()()()
Bastila walked up to the younger Revan.
"Revan?" Bastila asked. "Revan."
"Yes, Bastila?" Revan asked nervously as Bastila pulled him under the mistletoe.
"My eyes are closed, my lips are puckered, and I'm standing under the mistletoe." Bastila said.
"You're also standing on my foot." Revan pointed out before Bastila chuckled, and they began dancing with everybody as Revan smiled. The dance ended with Bastila kissing Revan's cheek, and his mind went to mush.
()()()()()
"Oh, I remember how much I was in love with her." Revan said nostalgically when there was a sudden wind, and the entire area became darkened.
"In ten years' time, you learned to love something else." Vandar said as Revan looked around and found himself in a very familiar place.
"It's my counting house!" Revan said in surprise.
"Yes." Vandar said. "You had just formed your partnership with Malak. Your business was new, but your ways were set."
"Oh, please!" Revan said as he suddenly remembered the day. "Spare me the rest!"
"You have to drain the cup to the dregs for this trip to do good." Vandar said. "Recall how you drove love from your heart and replaced it with the worship of money."
()()()()()
"Nine-thousand four-hundred and forty two." Revan said as he put a coin on top of a large pile from several foreclosures and debt payments. "Nine-thou-"
"Revan?" Bastila asked from behind the pile of coins.
"Yes, what is it?" Revan asked.
"For years I've had the honeymoon cottage Revan." Bastila said. "I've been waiting for you to keep your promise to marry me. Now I must know; have you made your decision?"
"I have!" Revan said finally as he pulled out the mortgage paper of the cottage. "Your last payment on the cottage was an hour late! I'm foreclosing the mortgage!"
()()()()()
Revan watched Bastila burst into tears and walk away.
Go after her you young fool! Revan called out angrily at his past self.
"You loved your money more than that precious girl, and you lost her forever." Vandar reminded him as a look of anger crossed Bastila's face as she closed the door, causing the pile of gold to crash down on the table.
"Please spirit." Revan moaned. "I can no longer bare these memories. Take me home."
"Remember Revan." Vandar said as the scene, and Vandar, was beginning to fade away. "You fashioned these memories yourself..."
Wow. Talk about a dumb choice, huh?