Hazel Zanteres
The Angel/Devil on your Shoulder
The moment had been fleeting.
In the wake of the events on Monastery, Hazel had felt an odd sense of peace as she made her way through the remaining hallways and onto her ship. That dark spot; the one that had found its place in the Hapan since Hoylin, had been steadily expanding since that day. It sapped away at the Light with a spreading hunger, pushed with a greed not to devour but to overcome.
For years Hazel had used the healing that the Jedi had taught her. But over the months; or had it already been a year since that day? Either way, that ability had slowly faded from her grasp. The veil she had used to cover her scarred riddled body was nearly gone, and soon the disease that had plagued her for twenty years would quickly follow it.
And it would devour her.
But those minutes after stabbing Nora? There had been nothing, the healing was gone but the illness had also been cowed. Something else had risen from the surface, pushing it back and threatening to consume it instead.
Now it was all gone, and Hazel had to resort to medication to keep things at bay. Although that had been only one or two problems. She had underestimated how much fuel she needed to reach her intended destination. That had forced her to make a midway stop at a nearby planet to refuel - something that took the remainder of the night.
However, what the Hapan wasn't aware of was the fact she had been followed. Ever since she had departed Monastery, right up until the point she had fallen asleep at a hotel. When Hazel awoke next, the warmth had been replaced with cold. A soft bed, replaced by a metal one.
She was on the other side of the galaxy, in a cell beneath the Palace of the Dark Lord.
In the wake of the events on Monastery, Hazel had felt an odd sense of peace as she made her way through the remaining hallways and onto her ship. That dark spot; the one that had found its place in the Hapan since Hoylin, had been steadily expanding since that day. It sapped away at the Light with a spreading hunger, pushed with a greed not to devour but to overcome.
For years Hazel had used the healing that the Jedi had taught her. But over the months; or had it already been a year since that day? Either way, that ability had slowly faded from her grasp. The veil she had used to cover her scarred riddled body was nearly gone, and soon the disease that had plagued her for twenty years would quickly follow it.
And it would devour her.
But those minutes after stabbing Nora? There had been nothing, the healing was gone but the illness had also been cowed. Something else had risen from the surface, pushing it back and threatening to consume it instead.
Now it was all gone, and Hazel had to resort to medication to keep things at bay. Although that had been only one or two problems. She had underestimated how much fuel she needed to reach her intended destination. That had forced her to make a midway stop at a nearby planet to refuel - something that took the remainder of the night.
However, what the Hapan wasn't aware of was the fact she had been followed. Ever since she had departed Monastery, right up until the point she had fallen asleep at a hotel. When Hazel awoke next, the warmth had been replaced with cold. A soft bed, replaced by a metal one.
She was on the other side of the galaxy, in a cell beneath the Palace of the Dark Lord.
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