I wish we meet up again in former mind
Then let's be hand in hand
Till it's that time,
"See you again!"
-Star wars knight of the old republic : lost colors 3-
Chapter 3: the sour color of sacrifice.
The end of former life, the end of an oppression , the beginning of a new era, the beginning of freedom.
The entire galaxy is shaking, the republic and the empire watch in silent the fate of the universe.
This galaxy filled with despair.
Feelings that can't be expressed.
Promises that hurts...
Those things were destined to be eternal, if the force were to continue its existence.
She wasn't a hero. she was considered as a Jedi renegade who lost all sigh of the light with no chance for redemption.
A manipulating witch with no heart.
But he didn't care what the Jedi or the Sith could think about her.
She made his white painted world full of colors.
And made him feel the peace of the Jedi, the freedom of the Sith.
She told him once that he was the life of the force, its heart.
She...She said it with such a disgusted expression.
He couldn't understand at that time, why such a repulsion.
But now he could see it.
Master Kreia hated the force.
It very being was an insult to life itself.
A curse casted upon the universe.
A tumor infesting the body of the galaxy.
The reason why the Sith exist.
The Jedi and their new 'hero', the exile, were coming for her now.
He wouldn't let that happen!
Kreia told him to stay out of this.
That it wasn't any of his concern.
She said it so coldly...yet he knew what she was up to.
Sacrificing herself to create a wound into the force...in order to destroy it.
Such thing...Couldn't be possibly happen!
He wouldn't let it happen.
He ran as fast as he could.
Only to find...
Darkness.
Blood, but not any blood.
The blood of the 'corrupted' master Kreia.
His eyes widen.
He cried.
He cried like a lost child.
Like the day he was born.
They were standing in front of him. The mighty and proud Jedi knights looked at him with pity in their eyes. Revan hated them, he didn't need their pity.
He glared at Kreia's killer, the exile, with such intense hatred.
And suddenly...nothing.
They could feel nothing.
The Jedi knights eyes widen.
The force was completely gone.
She did it.
It was the end of the Jedi and the Sith.
But Revan didn't care anymore, his entire world was shattered into piece.
Kreia's lessons became clear as water and bitter like blood.
A way to true peace without sacrificing someone...doesn't exist.
And for Revan, the price was too high.
In my dark times, your gentleness has protected me...
But even so...
I won't be able to be with you like I promised.
END
Author's note: This chapter is so lame...I should write only when I have inspiration.