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Chapter 2: Visions pt.2
He opened his eyes.
Great.
Where was he now?
He looked around and took his time, adjusting to his surroundings. It was dark, and it seemed familiar, yet somehow different.
He heard the insane and evil laughter once again and he was afraid to turn around...And when he did, his eyes went wide in shock.
The flames were burning everywhere and everything. No one was safe. The dozens and dozens of giant trees now lay on the dusty ground, burnt to a crisp. They were killing everything, Jedi, Soldiers, and Wookies alike.
He looked around, hoping to find something that was significant here. The force brought him here for a reason...he needed to know what he was supposed to see here.
He saw someone familiar, yet changed as Carth had been.
Zaalbar was there, in the front of the group, leading the attack on the Sith. He was different. His usual dark coat of brown was now slowly fading, giving way to silvery gray. Signs of battles and wars were evident upon him. The eyes that were once full of spirit and strength was now broken and dull, having had seen enough war and bloodshed to last three lifetimes...
Revan's heart wept silently for to fate of his friend.
The sound of a lightsaber igniting and a quick flash and blur of yellow caught his eye, adverting his gaze from the Wookie.
It was Bastila. She was older now, wiser and maturer. She was still beautiful and so full of life. Her hair had grown longer now and she seemed stronger with the force as well.
"Quick! Cut them off at the front!" She yelled to the soldiers as she decapitated two Sith warriors. "Quickly!"
Her eyes scanned the battlefield, searching for something...or someone.
Carth ran towards her.
"Bastila, quick we have to find a way to hold them back, you need to use your battle meditation!"
Bastila looked up at him, eyes filled with fear. "Carth...Where's Revan?"
"Revan?" He asked. He looked around the battlefield where dozens of bodies, both Sith and Republic soldiers alike were scattered everywhere. "I...I don't know Bastila...I haven't seen him." Bastila glared at him. "Alright, he went…"
Bastila's eyes widened with shock.
"He went…!? Alone?"
Carth nodded silently.
"He felt that he was guilty for Mission's capture…"
"But he knew that it was a trap!" Bastila exclaimed, worry filling her desperate voice.
Carth stayed quiet and nodded.
"Carth...We have to find him." Bastila replied, voice full of concern and fear for her love. She could sense he was nearby through the powerful bond they shared...and because of it, she could also feel that he was in trouble and in terrible pain.
Suddenly Carth's communicator went off. Revan's battle worn voice filled the air.
"Flyboy, you copy? This is Revan, Over."
"Thank the Force..." Bastila muttered out loud as Carth took his communicator andreplied. "Copy Revan, where are your coordinates?"
The communicator was filled with static as Revan spoke up, his breaths scattered and short. "Near the power supply..." He groaned. The pain was too much. "Carth, you better hurry..."
"Alright, just hang-"Suddenly, there was a loud explosion from behind him, causing him to turn around, forgetting about Bastila, Carth, and his future self, which seemed to be in great danger.
The explosion blasted away almost everything...
"Oh no…"He saw a blur of brown and yellow as Bastila force ran pass him and across to the other side, towards where the blast had originated. She suddenly stopped and knelt down next to something, or someone. Her body was covering the figure's face so it was impossible for him to figure out who it was, he could tell it was a guy from the way the figure was dressed.
Bastila's tears were streaming down her cheeks...
He saw her cry for the first time ever since he'd known her...and it broke his heart. He watched silently as Bastila whispered to the fallen figure, her sobs filling his ears with sadness.
"Shh...please, don' t move..." She sobbed as the figure groaned, trying to sit up.
"You'll be ok...you have to be." She cried as she gently lifted the figure's head, cradling on her knees.
"C..Ca..Car...th, p...please get-get me Carth Bast..."
"I...I..." She began, but stopped when she saw the look in his eyes, telling her that it was important. "Shh...ok, He's coming..."
He saw Carth come up from behind and kneel down the they dying figure, covering even more of the figure's appearance.
"Yeah?" He asked lightly, trying to mask his fear and pain for his friend; He failed miserably.
"P..Prom-ise...m...me, Promise me that you'll ta..take c-care of her Ca..rth..."
"Please..." He added, as he closed his eyes, and concentrated on breathing.
"Don't say things like that...You'll be ok, you always are..." Carth said sternly, his eyes flashed with anger and denial. He was seemed to be trying to convince himself that his friend was not dying.
The figure half coughed, half laughed.
"Not this time..." he said "Now PROMISE me..."
"Don't worry, I will...I promise on my life that nothing will ever happen to her or anyone else." Carth promised.
"I'll kill them all to avenge your death my friend...I promise..." He muttered under his breath, just soft enough so that the dying man was unable to hear, and yet loud enough for Revan to hear.
Revan gasped as he finally realized who it was that laid dying on the floor.
It was him...(A/N: As if you didn't see that coming lol)
"Bastila..." He groaned.
"Yes my love?" She asked as she bent down and grabbed his hand, holding it tightly with her own and held it against her cheek.
"I...love...you..." He sighed, every breath becoming harder and harder to draw as he was slowly losing consciousness.
Bastila sobbed harder, "No...no, you can't leave me!" She yelled.
"Shh…Be strong Bastila..." He said, his eyes closing. "May the force be with you my love…" He whispered.
"Maybe one day we'll see each other again…" He smirked, eyes still closed. And with that his body went limp, and Revan the Prodigal Knight became one with the Force…
He gasped.
He had just watched his future self die in the arms of his love. The Sith were still strong and uncontrolled. He was the Republic's only hope…
To be continued...
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