Anara Valnor
The Crimson Siren
"I'm going to kill him..."
Her voice was soft as she was herded along by Saul's goons, her mind still trapped some place between the waking world and sleep. Hours ago she had been taken from her bed, but his men had been so skillful in their task that she had only just awoken. Groggily she stepped onto Byss once more, a chill racing up her spine as the events of her last visit flashed through her mind. However, unlike her previous visits to the planet, the Darkness of the planet didn't really affect her; her sensitivity to the Force was so damaged thanks to Saul's destructive power that she couldn't no longer connect to the Force. She hoped her inability to hear the Force was only a temporary after effect of his return to the physical plane, but only time would tell she had been told. However, how much time was still an uncertain variable.
Moridin stood, watching at a distance. He stood, waiting and staring at a group of people below that had come off of a transport. A group of 12 guards, ornately dressed with a sword on each of their backs and a mask resembling that of a demonic face, his own visage when he had dwelt in chaos. The Dreadlord watched with great intensity, stared into the center of them fore there walked the one he truly loved, the one he truly cared for, the only thing he held such emotion for. Anara Valnor, the Jedi who had saved him, the Jedi who had re-created him into this.He had sent his guards to capture her, sent them to grab her from her bed. They had been told to be gentle of course, each one had been threatened under pain of death. They were his loyal guards. None of them would dare question him, none of them would dare question her. To Them she was already their Queen, she just didn't acknowledge it yet.
With each step taken she woke up more and more, her growing alertness allowing her to see things about these goons she had missed before. They treated her with respect, something kidnappers didn't generally do to their victims. With a sigh she continued to play along with Saul's game, amber eyes darting in all directions as sher mind worked to formulate a plan to get her out of this situation. Without the Force life was far more complicated than she remembered.
The Dreadlord tightened his hand into a fist until the blood left him. He watched for a few more seconds, and then he moved. In an instant disappeared from the rocky cliff, and appeared before the guards and his love. His eyes were light, for the first time in 4 years they were not filled with darkness. Only the slightest hint of corruption touched his iris', and as he spoke his voice seemed normal. “I am sorry for this. I truly am.” Moridin spoke with sympathy, and it was clear who he was speaking to. His bright blue eyes looked directly at her, pain filled them. No tears were present of course, the Sith was far above such things, but there was pain in his eyes, and true sorrow in his voice. “One day. You will thank me for what I am doing.”
With a sneer she surged against his goons, but they easily held her back from their Lord. "Like frak I will! What in the name of the Gods do you plan to do this time?" She was seething and without the Force she no longer feared its Darkness warping her; the one small blessing granted from her new standing within the Force was the freedom with which she could express herself. "Get off me!" His goons continued to hold her in place and within seconds she stopped struggling, realizing that it was pointless. Chest aching, throat tight and eyes stinging with tear she refused to shed she stared Saul down, silently berating herself for ever being foolish enough to fall for him.
Darkness swirled up about him, the blackness that was the darkside surrounded him. He knew that this was the only path. He knew that there was no other way. Something was coming, he did not know what, he did not know how to combat it. All he knew was that whatever was coming would destroy them. The galaxy would be ravished, torn apart. Moridin knew this, and so he had decided to seal himself, and his love away.
It was the only way, the only way they would survive. “Forgive me.” Moridin spoke his final words, the final words that he would say to Anara for centuries to come, and as he finished speaking the Dreadlord faded away, consumed by tendrils of blackness.
She screamed in raw anger as he vanished, surging forward once more as a few hot tears slipped down her cheeks. She wanted to tear him to shreds, but another part, a much smaller part wanted to feel his arms aorund her. Sneering she struggled against the guards as they began to march her through the entrance that led into the massive underground palace. "I'll never forgive you..."
A scream filled with rage echoed throughout the palace as she was dragged down a long corridor. Anara struggled with everything she had in the hands of her captors, screeching obscenties with every step. The pair soldiers holding onto her said nothing, it was as though they didn't even feel that she was struggling. Silently they took her into a large room filled with a multitude of stasis pods surrounding a large obsidian sarcophagus. The color drained from the Anaras face as her amber eyes fell upon the sarcophagus and a cold sweat broke out across her body.
"No...You can't be serious! Let me go!"
Her struggles began anew, but her captors ignored her fuitile efforts and quickly got her under control. Tranquilizing her, the drug flooded her system and in minutes she was much quieter and with ease the soldiers slipped her nearly limp body into the massive sarcophagus. The tears she had been holding back now rolled down her cheeks as they placed the lid on, sealing her in darkness. Unbeknownst to her, the entire group of soldiers that had escorted her tomb began entering the stasis pods surrounding her own intricate one. When the last soldier entered his stasis pod the room sealed itself, automated defense turrets activating. At some point she slipped into a deep slumber that would last for only the Gods knew how long.
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400+ Years Later
. . .
Her voice was soft as she was herded along by Saul's goons, her mind still trapped some place between the waking world and sleep. Hours ago she had been taken from her bed, but his men had been so skillful in their task that she had only just awoken. Groggily she stepped onto Byss once more, a chill racing up her spine as the events of her last visit flashed through her mind. However, unlike her previous visits to the planet, the Darkness of the planet didn't really affect her; her sensitivity to the Force was so damaged thanks to Saul's destructive power that she couldn't no longer connect to the Force. She hoped her inability to hear the Force was only a temporary after effect of his return to the physical plane, but only time would tell she had been told. However, how much time was still an uncertain variable.
Moridin stood, watching at a distance. He stood, waiting and staring at a group of people below that had come off of a transport. A group of 12 guards, ornately dressed with a sword on each of their backs and a mask resembling that of a demonic face, his own visage when he had dwelt in chaos. The Dreadlord watched with great intensity, stared into the center of them fore there walked the one he truly loved, the one he truly cared for, the only thing he held such emotion for. Anara Valnor, the Jedi who had saved him, the Jedi who had re-created him into this.He had sent his guards to capture her, sent them to grab her from her bed. They had been told to be gentle of course, each one had been threatened under pain of death. They were his loyal guards. None of them would dare question him, none of them would dare question her. To Them she was already their Queen, she just didn't acknowledge it yet.
With each step taken she woke up more and more, her growing alertness allowing her to see things about these goons she had missed before. They treated her with respect, something kidnappers didn't generally do to their victims. With a sigh she continued to play along with Saul's game, amber eyes darting in all directions as sher mind worked to formulate a plan to get her out of this situation. Without the Force life was far more complicated than she remembered.
The Dreadlord tightened his hand into a fist until the blood left him. He watched for a few more seconds, and then he moved. In an instant disappeared from the rocky cliff, and appeared before the guards and his love. His eyes were light, for the first time in 4 years they were not filled with darkness. Only the slightest hint of corruption touched his iris', and as he spoke his voice seemed normal. “I am sorry for this. I truly am.” Moridin spoke with sympathy, and it was clear who he was speaking to. His bright blue eyes looked directly at her, pain filled them. No tears were present of course, the Sith was far above such things, but there was pain in his eyes, and true sorrow in his voice. “One day. You will thank me for what I am doing.”
With a sneer she surged against his goons, but they easily held her back from their Lord. "Like frak I will! What in the name of the Gods do you plan to do this time?" She was seething and without the Force she no longer feared its Darkness warping her; the one small blessing granted from her new standing within the Force was the freedom with which she could express herself. "Get off me!" His goons continued to hold her in place and within seconds she stopped struggling, realizing that it was pointless. Chest aching, throat tight and eyes stinging with tear she refused to shed she stared Saul down, silently berating herself for ever being foolish enough to fall for him.
Darkness swirled up about him, the blackness that was the darkside surrounded him. He knew that this was the only path. He knew that there was no other way. Something was coming, he did not know what, he did not know how to combat it. All he knew was that whatever was coming would destroy them. The galaxy would be ravished, torn apart. Moridin knew this, and so he had decided to seal himself, and his love away.
It was the only way, the only way they would survive. “Forgive me.” Moridin spoke his final words, the final words that he would say to Anara for centuries to come, and as he finished speaking the Dreadlord faded away, consumed by tendrils of blackness.
She screamed in raw anger as he vanished, surging forward once more as a few hot tears slipped down her cheeks. She wanted to tear him to shreds, but another part, a much smaller part wanted to feel his arms aorund her. Sneering she struggled against the guards as they began to march her through the entrance that led into the massive underground palace. "I'll never forgive you..."
A scream filled with rage echoed throughout the palace as she was dragged down a long corridor. Anara struggled with everything she had in the hands of her captors, screeching obscenties with every step. The pair soldiers holding onto her said nothing, it was as though they didn't even feel that she was struggling. Silently they took her into a large room filled with a multitude of stasis pods surrounding a large obsidian sarcophagus. The color drained from the Anaras face as her amber eyes fell upon the sarcophagus and a cold sweat broke out across her body.
"No...You can't be serious! Let me go!"
Her struggles began anew, but her captors ignored her fuitile efforts and quickly got her under control. Tranquilizing her, the drug flooded her system and in minutes she was much quieter and with ease the soldiers slipped her nearly limp body into the massive sarcophagus. The tears she had been holding back now rolled down her cheeks as they placed the lid on, sealing her in darkness. Unbeknownst to her, the entire group of soldiers that had escorted her tomb began entering the stasis pods surrounding her own intricate one. When the last soldier entered his stasis pod the room sealed itself, automated defense turrets activating. At some point she slipped into a deep slumber that would last for only the Gods knew how long.
~ ~ ~
400+ Years Later
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