The Last Song
The nights had gotten colder; much colder. Thape was not known for its forgiving climate, but something had stirred recently in its winds that gave Auron a fierce wariness. For a long time now, this place had become his home; his refuge from all that sought to tear at him. It was a place of ancient power and mysterious history, but was as peaceful as one could hope for in the era of eternal chaos. Peace did not come easy to the half-dead man, but as he remained hidden from the world in his hermitage, he valued the time to continue his new work inspired by his Priestess. But there was much to be done, and when he was not scouring the galaxy as a shadow, he would recuperate from his long excursion deep in the harsh mountains of Thape, the grim landscapes of which seemed to be the only thing offering him some sense of solace.
In the resting halls of his huge, empty abode - a fortress of imposing power and a graveyard of his nemesis and his father - he sat alone in the dim firelight meditating, conjoining himself with the dark abysses of this most mysterious planet. Reaching out with the Force, he could feel the vicious wind wrap around the castle's many spires, yet unavailed in their attempts to unhinge them. He could feel the gentleness of snow finding a home along the wall tops of the stronghold, nestling firmly into layers of hard ice. He could feel the storms overhead and the solemn black of the planet's many abysses. He could feel the few remaining creatures that managed to survive the twisted Thapean climate; lowland birds and rodents that were small enough to find burrowed land where it was warmer and drier. Yet those, too, would soon be consumed by the planet, as all had been before.
But something else gnawed at him. There was something unusual out there; the faintest of touches on a breeze of deafening noise. Perplexed, he sought to dive deeper.