Ch.6
Redness surrounded him. He was engulfed by it. All that dwelled in him and before him was red. It was as if scarlet madness had taken his mind in one horrible grasping hand. He couldn't fight it, because there was nothing to fight. It was all red. What danger was there in a color?
Yet it scared him.
With a sudden blaring sound, a voice broke through the red. No, it hadn't broken it. It was reverberating with it. He couldn't grasp what it said at first. It was strange to him, like he had forgotten how to hear.
But then, slowly, he could make out what the voice said...
"Ah Day'la rougen,
Jay somaanaya.
Jay Oola, jay moka..."
It was a beautiful voice, clear and resounding, singing a strange song. He could not understand what the words meant, but lovely they were. He relaxed back into the red, ignoring its strangeness. It once again took him back in, swaying him in its sweetness.
And when he awoke again, he came back to reality.
Jaina Solo sat still. It had been twenty standard minutes since she had slaughtered the warriors. Their corpses still lay around her where they had fallen. She closed her eyes again. The anger was still there, and the bitter aftermath of her rage shook her.
Jaina bit her lip. A single tear rolled down her blood stained cheek.
She looked down at the bodies of the three men that had been attacked. The two, raggedy warriors, appeared more so civilized then the ones she had killed. The other...
Jaina stood up and went to the side of the young man. He was handsome, with short chestnut brown hair, and a strong chin. He was terribly wounded; his shoulder was torn and festering with infection. But most of all, he was the strange Force presence that she had sensed the moment she woke up in this strange jungle.
She breathed in, brushing a strand of hair from her dirty face. Jaina took strips of cloth from the young man's outer tunic. She took off his inner tunic and began to tend to his shoulder and bruised waist.
As she did this she began to hum softly to herself. Jaina stopped binding the man's wounds as her tears came more profusely.
The song she had been humming was an old song of the Highlands of Dathomir. Her friend, Queen Tenel Ka of Hapes, had taught it to her many years ago when they had been young.
She cleared her eyes and began to sing quietly; the words coming delicately form her heart. It had been the song she was going to play at her wedding reception.
But that didn't matter any more. She wasn't going to have a wedding.
Jaina looked down sadly at the man , stroking his cheek. Her heart broke even more, if that was possible.
"What does it mean?" Obi-Wan did not open his eyes, because the afternoon sun was overhead. He felt the broken soul of the delicate presence, and was at first too overwhelmed to speak.
Her hand drew back quickly from his face, a shocked surprise rippling through the Force.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes slowly, and he was filled with awe at what he saw. The woman sitting beside him was radiant, her beauty enhanced by the sun that blared behind her. The blood and tears meant nothing to him. She was an angel; he had no doubt.
She watched him curiously, her deep brown eyes enchanted by the deep blue of his. The woman suddenly shook her head, as if she suddenly remembered the question.
"It's just a song." She pushed his inquisitive presence away, and turned to tend to the other two men.
Obi-Wan's eyes followed her. He then noticed what was on her belt. A lightsaber.
'The violet blade,' he thought, in surprise. He presumed that made her a Dark Jedi, because she had been filled with so much anger. He decided to avoid the subject, and push on the meaning of the song.
"What do the words mean? It is in a language I have never heard." Obi-Wan attempted to push himself onto his elbows, but fell back down in weakness.
She again avoided the subject, but stood and sat down by his side again. "Stay down or you'll hurt yourself. Your friends are alive, but they're still unconscious." She now stared at him coldly, her expression changing from concern to ice.
Obi-Wan eyed her, a million questions streaming through his head. He wanted to now what troubled her so much, that it had broken her inside like shattered glass. Mostly, he wanted to know who she was.
"Sleep." He realized she had spoken. He also realized she could feel exactly what he was thinking.
She did not want to answer him now. Obi-Wan sighed and remembered what his Master said.
'Patience, Padawan. It is the key to a puzzle, emotional or physical.'
So, the Jedi leaned back to sleep. He knew that he should be wary of her, but Obi-Wan felt a certain sense of security being under her watchful eye. He closed his eyes, but found he could not sleep. The pain was too intense.
And then, the woman beside him began to hum the lulling tune once again. He began to fall asleep, concentrating on her sweet melodious voice.
"You are my everything,
My lover,
My star , my immortal..."
Sleep took him again...
.
Redness surrounded him. He was engulfed by it. All that dwelled in him and before him was red. It was as if scarlet madness had taken his mind in one horrible grasping hand. He couldn't fight it, because there was nothing to fight. It was all red. What danger was there in a color?
Yet it scared him.
With a sudden blaring sound, a voice broke through the red. No, it hadn't broken it. It was reverberating with it. He couldn't grasp what it said at first. It was strange to him, like he had forgotten how to hear.
But then, slowly, he could make out what the voice said...
"Ah Day'la rougen,
Jay somaanaya.
Jay Oola, jay moka..."
It was a beautiful voice, clear and resounding, singing a strange song. He could not understand what the words meant, but lovely they were. He relaxed back into the red, ignoring its strangeness. It once again took him back in, swaying him in its sweetness.
And when he awoke again, he came back to reality.
Jaina Solo sat still. It had been twenty standard minutes since she had slaughtered the warriors. Their corpses still lay around her where they had fallen. She closed her eyes again. The anger was still there, and the bitter aftermath of her rage shook her.
Jaina bit her lip. A single tear rolled down her blood stained cheek.
She looked down at the bodies of the three men that had been attacked. The two, raggedy warriors, appeared more so civilized then the ones she had killed. The other...
Jaina stood up and went to the side of the young man. He was handsome, with short chestnut brown hair, and a strong chin. He was terribly wounded; his shoulder was torn and festering with infection. But most of all, he was the strange Force presence that she had sensed the moment she woke up in this strange jungle.
She breathed in, brushing a strand of hair from her dirty face. Jaina took strips of cloth from the young man's outer tunic. She took off his inner tunic and began to tend to his shoulder and bruised waist.
As she did this she began to hum softly to herself. Jaina stopped binding the man's wounds as her tears came more profusely.
The song she had been humming was an old song of the Highlands of Dathomir. Her friend, Queen Tenel Ka of Hapes, had taught it to her many years ago when they had been young.
She cleared her eyes and began to sing quietly; the words coming delicately form her heart. It had been the song she was going to play at her wedding reception.
But that didn't matter any more. She wasn't going to have a wedding.
Jaina looked down sadly at the man , stroking his cheek. Her heart broke even more, if that was possible.
"What does it mean?" Obi-Wan did not open his eyes, because the afternoon sun was overhead. He felt the broken soul of the delicate presence, and was at first too overwhelmed to speak.
Her hand drew back quickly from his face, a shocked surprise rippling through the Force.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes slowly, and he was filled with awe at what he saw. The woman sitting beside him was radiant, her beauty enhanced by the sun that blared behind her. The blood and tears meant nothing to him. She was an angel; he had no doubt.
She watched him curiously, her deep brown eyes enchanted by the deep blue of his. The woman suddenly shook her head, as if she suddenly remembered the question.
"It's just a song." She pushed his inquisitive presence away, and turned to tend to the other two men.
Obi-Wan's eyes followed her. He then noticed what was on her belt. A lightsaber.
'The violet blade,' he thought, in surprise. He presumed that made her a Dark Jedi, because she had been filled with so much anger. He decided to avoid the subject, and push on the meaning of the song.
"What do the words mean? It is in a language I have never heard." Obi-Wan attempted to push himself onto his elbows, but fell back down in weakness.
She again avoided the subject, but stood and sat down by his side again. "Stay down or you'll hurt yourself. Your friends are alive, but they're still unconscious." She now stared at him coldly, her expression changing from concern to ice.
Obi-Wan eyed her, a million questions streaming through his head. He wanted to now what troubled her so much, that it had broken her inside like shattered glass. Mostly, he wanted to know who she was.
"Sleep." He realized she had spoken. He also realized she could feel exactly what he was thinking.
She did not want to answer him now. Obi-Wan sighed and remembered what his Master said.
'Patience, Padawan. It is the key to a puzzle, emotional or physical.'
So, the Jedi leaned back to sleep. He knew that he should be wary of her, but Obi-Wan felt a certain sense of security being under her watchful eye. He closed his eyes, but found he could not sleep. The pain was too intense.
And then, the woman beside him began to hum the lulling tune once again. He began to fall asleep, concentrating on her sweet melodious voice.
"You are my everything,
My lover,
My star , my immortal..."
Sleep took him again...
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