L O S T
Mygeeto was a world of many wonders; large crystalline glaciers dominated the landscape, lakes were locked under a sheet of ice, and danger lurked around every corner. If you didn't lose a toe to frostbite, the giant Whiteworm was likely to swallow you whole while a pack of Lurmen stole your valuables.
Or so she had been told.
The crew that Mysa ventured to this frigid planet with were full of stories. One claimed to have brought down an entire rancor once, which made the girl smile as she recalled young Darien who had stated the same. She was as dubious now as she had been then, but decided against voicing such beliefs.
Now, what would a girl such as she be doing on a world of ice? It wasn't simply that it reminded her of home, of Midvinter, nor was it the calling of the Gods this time... Truly, Mysa simply needed a crystal. Not one which pulsated with warmth and cold, like that she had found on Vanquo, but a more basic variant. One which could be used as a focusing crystal.
She did not have the components to make a lightsaber. Not yet at least. But she was well on her way to acquiring them. She relayed the Crystal Code in her mind each and every night before bed, prior to her nightly prayer to the Old Gods of course.
The only problem was, Mysa wasn't having much luck.
Before her a tundra spread, an icy wasteland with winds of blistering speeds which threatened to pull the hood from her head. Burrowed down into the furs of the Vhaanir, as ever, Mysa did her best to press on.
In the distance there came a screech, and the very ground beneath her rumbled. She was reminded of the Ice Worms from Midvinter, fearsome creatures reminiscent of dragons without the wings. Mysa had never seen one up close, nor with her own eyes, but she knew people who had. And the people of Midvinter were not so likely to make up stories as space travelers were.
So it was that when the Whiteworm leapt from the snow into the air the girl turned as pale as her surroundings.
Okay, so maybe not all of the stories told to her on the journey to Mygeeto had been a lie...
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Or so she had been told.
The crew that Mysa ventured to this frigid planet with were full of stories. One claimed to have brought down an entire rancor once, which made the girl smile as she recalled young Darien who had stated the same. She was as dubious now as she had been then, but decided against voicing such beliefs.
Now, what would a girl such as she be doing on a world of ice? It wasn't simply that it reminded her of home, of Midvinter, nor was it the calling of the Gods this time... Truly, Mysa simply needed a crystal. Not one which pulsated with warmth and cold, like that she had found on Vanquo, but a more basic variant. One which could be used as a focusing crystal.
She did not have the components to make a lightsaber. Not yet at least. But she was well on her way to acquiring them. She relayed the Crystal Code in her mind each and every night before bed, prior to her nightly prayer to the Old Gods of course.
The only problem was, Mysa wasn't having much luck.
Before her a tundra spread, an icy wasteland with winds of blistering speeds which threatened to pull the hood from her head. Burrowed down into the furs of the Vhaanir, as ever, Mysa did her best to press on.
In the distance there came a screech, and the very ground beneath her rumbled. She was reminded of the Ice Worms from Midvinter, fearsome creatures reminiscent of dragons without the wings. Mysa had never seen one up close, nor with her own eyes, but she knew people who had. And the people of Midvinter were not so likely to make up stories as space travelers were.
So it was that when the Whiteworm leapt from the snow into the air the girl turned as pale as her surroundings.
Okay, so maybe not all of the stories told to her on the journey to Mygeeto had been a lie...
[member='Amata Santii']