Epilogue
Location: The Flickerfox
The journal shut with a soft thud, but her words lingered. Ace sat in the stillness of the Flickerfox's cabin, shoulders hunched, the hum of the engines steady beneath him.
He'd known the name for a while now. Vayun. A thread whispered to him through the Force, confirmed in visions, echoed by others. But reading it here, written in her hand... his mother's hand. It was different. It was no longer just a truth. It was a gift. She had seen him. Not as prophecy, not as vessel, not as ruin. As her son. As Vayun.
And yet the words about the Final Weave clawed at him. The child meant to silence clans, to bend the galaxy to her will. He wasn't her. He wasn't the daughter they'd wanted. But what if being born wrong didn't free him from it? What if that shadow still clung to him, prophecy twisted through his veins, his father's darkness echoing in his blood? The thought chilled him more than he wanted to admit.
Anger burned within him too, for the way the clan had marked her, for the silence Isley had left her in, for the shadows she carried alone. But over all of it was something else. Gratitude. Sharp and steady as a blade. Ace pressed his palm to the worn leather cover, holding it there like it was her hand.
"I hear you." he whispered.
Vayun or Acier, prophecy or accident - whatever the galaxy wanted to call him, Orryn had given him something more. A choice. A story no one had seen coming.
And he wasn't going to waste it.
