A breeze blew through the trees as the smell of smoke from the funeral pyre filled the surrounding forest. If the young man who stood near it was capable of tears he would let them fall, but he was no longer able. Years of loss and tragedy had ensured this was a normal expectation of his path. Those he allowed himself to be close to would meet a tragic end. This was his curse, he was their curse. As the ashes dissipated, Asher knew it was time for one final break to sever him from any past as his destiny was to do penenace.
The forested world which had been his sanctuary was now a personal hell. His memories needed to be left with it. A holo of his dead wife and child was tossed onto the burning embers, and blue eyes watched as it was consumed and melted by the heat.
His mind was consumed with the need for to repay all the lives which had been lost. His hands were full of blood and he would pay the universe the rest of his life if he must. Asher no longer prayed to the gods because he knew they had cursed him. While his family had always told him he would do great things, Asher knew they were never more wrong. As the final bits of the holoimage disintegrated Asher sighed and walked away from the dissipating coals.
He returned to the small hut which had been his home and grabbed a bag which contained the few possessions the one item of importance to him was the lightsaber hilt he took from his mentor before burning his lifeless body. A sigh released from his chest as the hilt was stuffed into the bag. With one last look, Asher walked off and headed for the ship his mentor had hidden on the planet. It was time to find somewhere he could go and pay the penance he required of himself.
The forested world which had been his sanctuary was now a personal hell. His memories needed to be left with it. A holo of his dead wife and child was tossed onto the burning embers, and blue eyes watched as it was consumed and melted by the heat.
His mind was consumed with the need for to repay all the lives which had been lost. His hands were full of blood and he would pay the universe the rest of his life if he must. Asher no longer prayed to the gods because he knew they had cursed him. While his family had always told him he would do great things, Asher knew they were never more wrong. As the final bits of the holoimage disintegrated Asher sighed and walked away from the dissipating coals.
He returned to the small hut which had been his home and grabbed a bag which contained the few possessions the one item of importance to him was the lightsaber hilt he took from his mentor before burning his lifeless body. A sigh released from his chest as the hilt was stuffed into the bag. With one last look, Asher walked off and headed for the ship his mentor had hidden on the planet. It was time to find somewhere he could go and pay the penance he required of himself.