Memories of Shadow Chapter 2, a star wars fanfic

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Mical stood up and extended his hand to Tyla to help her stand, but the exile ignored the offered help. Instead, she forced herself to stand up on her own power. As much as she loved her friends, she couldn't learn to depend on them. She had to do things on her own, and besides, she already disliked being touched. There was no reason to put herself in an awkward position if she could avoid it.

"Were you just out of it or what?" Atton questioned and Tyla paused. This was the second vision she had seen within the short span of a day. In fact, it hadn't even been a full day. It had just been a couple of hours. If the visions were going to continue, she really should tell her crew. At the same time though, something was telling her not to say anything. She had always been taught to trust her Force intuition, and that had usually served her well, so she was going to follow it this time too.

"I was just out. How close are we to Dantooine?" Tyla questioned, looking at Atton. How far they traveled would be a good judge of how long the exile had been out. Atton glanced over and Mira and Mical before scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"We're already on Dantooine Ty. We've been here for about an hour, but you were out and we couldn't wake up no matter what we did," He explained lowly. Tyla's eyes widened in shock and surprise. They had already been on Dantooine for an hour? The trip between Malachor V and Dantooine was not short, that was easy to say. Tyla groaned in frustration and ran a hand through her hair, frustration gnawing at her. Well, at least she had gotten her much needed 'rest.'

"Thanks. Uhm, is Bao awake yet?" She questioned, not wanting to attempt to move her head much farther. She was pretty sure her head had been slammed against the wall right before she had gotten the vision, and her head was still pounding because of it. The last couple of days had overall just really sucked.

"No, he's still out. He's breathing better and his vitals have strengthened a lot, but he won't be going anywhere soon," Mical explained, walking over to examine Bao-Dur once more. Tyla nodded at him and looked around for a moment. She knew she was going to have to go back to the enclave now that she actually was on Dantooine. Her only question was should she go alone or not. Logically, it made sense for her to take at least one person with her in case she ran into trouble. But at the same time, it was starting to become winter on Dantooine. Most of the creatures that would normally attack her were probably hibernating by this point. And emotionally, this was something she needed to do by herself.

"Alright. Stay on the ship. If you need to go to Khoonda to get supplies, go ahead. But don't follow me. I need to do something alone. Give me as much time as I need. This isn't something that can be rushed. Just trust me, okay?" Tyla explained, adding the last part because she knew somebody there was going to question her. Atton opened his mouth but Mira slapped her hand over his mouth, effectively shutting it up.

"Don't worry about it Ty. Take all the time you need. We'll be here," She smiled, understanding Tyla's request for solitude. Nodding at the huntress thankfully, Tyla turned on her heel and was mildly surprised but very glad she felt no pain in her head. Well that was nice. Seemingly on cue, the pressure in her head returned and she groaned. Life really did enjoy messing with her, that much was obvious.

Trying to ignore the pain in her head, Tyla returned to her room quickly and pulled out a black cloak. She wrapped it around herself, knowing how cold Dantooine winters could get. She had once been lost in one when she was younger for almost a full day before one of the Jedi found her. She had been so scared that day, and that was where her hate of cold locations had come from. She never wanted to be trapped in that situation again.

Leaving the ship quickly, Tyla shivered as sharp wind bit the exposed skin on her face. Pulling her cloak tighter around her, Tyla picked up her pace. As much as she thought she would never say the words ever again, she wanted to get back to the enclave as fast as possible.

Tyla glanced around the familiar planet, taking its cold appearance. Snow coated the once vibrantly colored trees and ground, making it to where every step she took was accented by a small crunch. The planet was also eerily quiet now that she had left the still infant capital behind her. She didn't like it in the least. Ever since getting on the Ebon Hawk, silence had become a foreign concept to her. It was never quiet on her ship and she had liked it that way. She never had to worry about getting lost in her own thoughts.

Shaking her head with frustration at her wondering thoughts, the young exile tried to force herself to focus on the task at hand. It was a sad task that she really didn't want to do, but it had to be done and she knew it. Now she had to convince herself to go through with it.

Tyla stopped short as she turned the corner that led to the enclave. She looked over it once more and marveled at its broken beauty. It had always been beautiful and a wonderful place to center oneself and think, and it still hadn't lost its welcoming feeling even after being almost destroyed. The grove in front of the enclave was covered in pristine snow, proving that nobody had been here. Tyla shivered once more, but this time it wasn't from the cold. Ghosts of the dead and ghosts of the past haunted this place, and she wasn't sure she was ready to face.

Something cold landed on her hand and she looked down, barely managing to see the perfect snowflake on her hand. She looked back up at the sky just in time for another snowflake to land on her thick lashes. It looked like more snow was falling, and if she was any judge of weather, the gray sky was promising more.

Cursing her look under her breath, Tyla quickened her step until she was safely inside the enclave. The place of peaceful of training had always seemed to keep its own warmth, but now that just wasn't true. The once welcoming stone radiated cold almost as if it was trying to push her away. Gritting her teeth, Tyla knew she needed to hurry if she didn't want to freeze her butt off or get stuck in a snow storm out here. Or both, if life decided to really screw with her.

Hating herself and her own determination, the exile slowly began to approach the old council chambers. She distracted herself by looking at the familiar landmarks and letting memories of old wash over her. She remembered this place like she had been there yesterday. Even the frozen over fountain brought a sad smile to her face as she remembered the time she had pushed Malak into it for saying something mean to her when they were younger. Tyla glanced to the side and paused, wondering if there was anything left of the rooms the council had used to keep guests comfortable. She remembered at one point Revan and herself had snuck into one of the rooms because they had heard rumors there was a famed bounty hunter in there. There wasn't, naturally. Instead Vrook was waiting for them so he could yell at them for not minding their own business and sneaking into a potentially dangerous situation.

The memory brought a soft smile to the exile's lips, momentarily distracting her from her other sad thoughts. When she finally came back to herself, the exile's smile was replaced by sadness. That had been such a long time ago. Things had been simple and happy and life had seemed so clear cut back then. Everything had gotten so complicated, and she hated it. She missed Revan and Malak and Aurali so much she could barely stand it.

The exile tried to take another step, but her emotions overtook her and she collapsed to the ground, her head in her hands. Why had everything happened like this? What had gone so wrong? Revan was gone and nobody knew where she was, much less if she was alive. Malak had fallen so far and been killed by his lover and best friend. Aurali had been gone since Malachor and she had know clue where she was. Vash had been killed back on Korriban and she had never even gotten the chance to tell her she was sorry for everything that had happened. Zez-Kai Ell was gone and it felt like her shield was gone for good. He had always been kind to her and helped her out when nobody else would, and now he was gone. Even Vrook. He had yelled at her on a daily basis and made her life horrible on some days, but he had done it because he wanted her to be the best she could. And now he was gone.

And Kavar.

Tyla completely broke down as she thought his name for the first time since the meeting of the masters. Silent sobs racked her body as her tears flowed freely from her, sliding down her cheeks and off her face. Her body was weak and weary and she just couldn't take it anymore. All of the tears she had built up since the day of her exile were now forcing themselves free, and she couldn't make them stop as memories overtook her. She missed his touch, his voice, his scent, his eyes, his lips, everything. She missed how he would hold her when she needed support. She missed hearing him tell her how much he loved her when she began to lose all hope. She missed him so much. He had been the other half of her soul, and he was dead. As much as she hated to admit it, the exile knew the truth.

Without Kavar with her and by her side, she was absolutely nothing. Without him, she was hollow and empty and without reason to live. She had depended on him ever since she was a child and that had never changed. Now that he wasn't here, she didn't know what to do. She was totally lost without him.

A familiar pressure filled the exile's mind and she shook her head angrily, frustration welling up in her. She refused to have this happen to her right now! She refused! Screaming in anger and the agony of losing her true love, the exile slammed her fists into the snow, not caring in the least that the sharp cold was making her hands go numb. She lost the battle once more for consciousness and collapsed into the snow as her vision faded to another scene from a far off time.

"Where are your parents?" Kavar questioned as he looked at both of the young girls. Tyla winced and looked down, shame making her not able to look up. Revan walked over to her little sister and wrapped a supportive arm around her shoulders, holding her close. Tyla looked up at her slowly, fear in her big pale blue eyes. Revan sent her a look that clearly said she didn't blame her for what had happened. At least she didn't anymore.

"We live with our dad. Our mother died in childbirth with Ty. She still blames herself for it," Revan explained softly as she looked back up at the two Jedi. Kavar's smile faded and was replaced with a look of sympathy. He patted Tyla on the shoulder and she looked at him in surprise.

"I understand. I lost my little brother when I was younger." Kavar explained and Tyla looked up at him, trying to hide the tears in her eyes. No matter what Revan said, she was always going to blame herself for their mother's death. It was technically her fault.

"Did he die?" She questioned softly. Kavar shook his head and looked at her with an understanding she still couldn't quite believe yet. There was no way he knew her pain.

"No. I was taken from him. But I miss him more than I can describe and think of him everyday," Kavar replied seriously. Tyla looked at him, judgement in her eyes. How could one even begin to understand her pain if their loved one hadn't suffered because of something they didn't have a choice in? She knew she didn't have a choice in being born, but they should have let her mom live, not her.

"Was it your fault?" She questioned, still looking at him through her lashes. He bit his lip and nodded.

"No, but I blame myself for it every single day," He responded and she could hear the emotion in his voice. Maybe he did know what it was like. Maybe he did know how much it hurt to know that you were the one responsible for pain in somebody else's life.

"So you understand," Tyla muttered softly. Kavar brushed away a single tear that had escaped out of the corner of her eye and smiled at her reassuringly. Tyla smiled weakly back up at him, taking some comfort in the fact that she wasn't alone in her guilt.

"You two stay here. I need to talk to my master. But don't run off, okay?" Kavar asked and Revan nodded at him before turning to Tyla. Kavar and Vrook stepped away back towards their ship as Revan tried to cheer Tyla back up. By the time the dragged out argument that Vrook and Kavar had ended, the four year old was back to her cheery mood. Vrook and Kavar walked back over to the two girls. Vrook was looking decidedly grumpy, but there was a look of triumph on Kavar's face.

"Will you two take us to your father? We would like to talk to him," Kavar explained and both girls' curiosity peaked. Jedi wanted to talk to their father? That almost sounded like they were going to discuss recruitment!

"Are you going to make us Jedi?" Revan and Tyla asked in unison, their excitement making them jump. Kavar laughed and smiled at both of them.

"Don't jump to conclusions. Being a Jedi is hard and there are a lot of rules. But yes, we are considering you for training. Now take us to your father so we can discuss it," Kavar repeated and Tyla and Revan grinned at each other. However, there was darkness in Revan's eyes that Tyla couldn't quite decipher.

"We'll take you there immediately!" Tyla shouted immediately, grabbing Revan and walking as fast as she could in the direction that led back to their home. They quickly dragged the two Jedi back to their home. Revan pulled Tyla to the side when they were at the door.

"Ty, will you go get dad? I'll stay here with the Jedi," Revan asked and Tyla nodded, ignoring the darkness still in Revan's eyes. She was sure Revan had a good reason for wanting to talk to the Jedi alone. She smiled at her sister happily, covering up her own concern. She hoped Revan was just as excited about this event as she was.

"Alright!" She grinned, running through her house and pulling on her dad's clothes. He looked down at her with surprise, his black hair falling in his face. His tan skin had some lines, but most of them looked like laugh lines. His blue eyes were bright and overall he looked fairly young.

"Ty? Where have you and your sister been?" He asked but Tyla ignored him. She was far more excited about the two visitors they had brought back with them. She pulled on her dad until he was forced to follow her and she called out as she reached the living room.

"I brought Dad Rev!" Tyla called out happily. Revan forced a smile on her grim face and turned to face him.

"Dad!" Revan yelled out happily and hugged her father. He smiled at his two daughters, but frowned when he saw Kavar and Vrook. He looked back down at his daughters.

"You're only six and four years old and you're already bringing guys home? Bad girls!" He play-scolded and Tyla hit him lightly on the arm. He looked back up and his face grew serious.

"Seriously though, who are you?" He demanded, and Vrook walked up to the girl's dad.

"Greetings sir. I am…" The introductions where quickly finished and all of the grown ups walked into a different room to discuss important matters. Tyla let out a humph and settled in a chair.

"I wanna know what's going on too! I'm old enough!" Tyla protested, and Revan laughed lightly.

"Sure you are Ty, you keep telling yourself that." Revan joked, and Tyla stuck her tongue out at her sister. Revan rolled her eyes but Tyla was no longer paying attention to her sister. Instead, her eyes had landed on the door that blocked her way to hearing the adult's conversation and they were going to stay there as long as possible.

Tyla was sleeping peacefully in her bed when a loud crash followed by a scream woke her up. She shot up to see her room shaking and things were falling off of the walls.

"Revan! Revan! Where are you?" she called out desperately. She struggled to get up because of how bad her house was shaking. When she finally did get up, she had barely made it out of the door when another large boom violently shook the house. Tyla screamed loudly and was about to be hit by a large piece of rubble when a flash picked her up and moved out of the way just in time. The rubble landed and cracked into a million pieces and made another loud crash. Tyla looked up to see Kavar holding her. Tears were streaming down her face now and she couldn't stop them.

"Rev…where…can't…find…Rev…where…" The little girl hiccupped and she desperately grabbed at the man that was holding her.

"It's okay Ty. We have Revan. She's on our ship right now. Let's get you out of here!" He explained quickly while running out of the almost destroyed house. He had barely made it out of the door when the house collapsed completely.

"Don't look up Ty." Kavar ordered, but being the curious little girl she was, Tyla looked up anyway and instantly regretted it. The once beautiful blue sky was now a blood red with swirling black clouds. Fire and smoke rose from the planet in heavy columns that made it almost impossible to see. Tyla cried more and snuggled herself deep into her savior's chest. Her home, her planet, her entire life was being destroyed!

"Tyla, you're okay!" A familiar voice called out. She looked up to see that she was now inside of a small ship and Revan was running to her. Kavar put her down gently and she ran to her older sister.

"Revan, everything…it's all gone…home…everything!" Tyla cried, and Revan held her sister close.

"It will be okay Ty. You will always have me. I will always be your sister, and I will love you no matter what happens. Don't you ever forget it!" Revan whispered as the two of them looked out at the destruction of their home.

The tears that had been on Tyla's cheeks had frosted over, leaving little marks of ice across her face as she awoke from her vision. Force, she was so pathetic. Even when she was a four year old child Kavar had known exactly what to say to make her trust him. She really was nothing without him. He was responsible for making her a Jedi and taking her to Dantooine and her entire fate revolved around him.

"Why did you leave me? Why? Why leave me when you knew how much I needed you?" Tyla cried softly, glaring up at the gray sky. "Why? I loved you and needed you and I can't live without you! Why did you leave me?" She screamed at the sky, tears threatening to fall from her eyes again.

"I didn't," A voice that sent chills through the exile answered her simply. She spun around and stood up shakily, not believing what she was seeing. For standing right in front of her, in the same building he had died in, was Kavar.

Anything familiar belongs to LucasArts/Bioware/Obsidian. Tyla Moore/Rhai'liah belongs to Shadows of the Storm. Kavar's last name belongs to Shadows of the Strom and Aurali Adrics.