Father of Titans
The ceiling above my head, in a bright white paint, was what I continued to stare at. Currently, my right hand was playing with my mothers wedding band. Well, to be correct it was a promise ring, not an actual wedding band. It belonged to my mother, and I took it from her the night I left. I kept it in various places so I wouldn't lose it or have it stolen. While it was worth much less to various other items that I owned, it was priceless to me.
I took the ring and sat it on my exposed chest. Over the top of wounds, and scars that I have had for a long time. A few of them were from a knife blade that had a special edge that would cause a lot of pain. I hated that blade. I hated how Nick had used it as a tool of pain. If I did anything wrong, he would treat me like a child. Telling me to go get that dagger so he could slice me open. I hated it. Yet, I knew it was an effective tool.
I had accepted my fate. I will never be a Jedi. Nor will I ever be a Sith. I was forever stuck in this spot between the light and the dark. Rejected by both sides. The Sith saw me as lesser, and the Jedi didn't want me to taint their temples with my filth. However, the CSA was open to us, and the Jedi Order did work with us from time to time, I was told by Veiere to keep my usage of the dark side kept low when around them.
I am done with trying to be the nice person. I have been trying. I needed something new. Something that would remind me of the pain I had endured, while also creating those same memories I had been tainted with.
Smiling deeply, I rose up from my relaxed position upon the bed. I yelled out Thalia's name through the residence upon Commenor. Yelling several times before she finally came into the room. I was dressing myself as she entered.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?"
"Go to the market. I need you to gther some stuff for me while I set everything up. Its time for you to learn, while I create a very painful memory."
"Uh, are you okay?"
"Never better. Now go!"
I took the ring and sat it on my exposed chest. Over the top of wounds, and scars that I have had for a long time. A few of them were from a knife blade that had a special edge that would cause a lot of pain. I hated that blade. I hated how Nick had used it as a tool of pain. If I did anything wrong, he would treat me like a child. Telling me to go get that dagger so he could slice me open. I hated it. Yet, I knew it was an effective tool.
I had accepted my fate. I will never be a Jedi. Nor will I ever be a Sith. I was forever stuck in this spot between the light and the dark. Rejected by both sides. The Sith saw me as lesser, and the Jedi didn't want me to taint their temples with my filth. However, the CSA was open to us, and the Jedi Order did work with us from time to time, I was told by Veiere to keep my usage of the dark side kept low when around them.
I am done with trying to be the nice person. I have been trying. I needed something new. Something that would remind me of the pain I had endured, while also creating those same memories I had been tainted with.
Smiling deeply, I rose up from my relaxed position upon the bed. I yelled out Thalia's name through the residence upon Commenor. Yelling several times before she finally came into the room. I was dressing myself as she entered.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?"
"Go to the market. I need you to gther some stuff for me while I set everything up. Its time for you to learn, while I create a very painful memory."
"Uh, are you okay?"
"Never better. Now go!"