Location: The Sanctuary
Mira sat on the edge of the cliff, staring off into the purple horizon, lost in thought. Her blinks were slow and almost forced as she reminisced about the days of old, the days when the Sanctuary was filled with family and friends. An exaggerated sigh escaped her lips, causing her to shift in her position a bit. The soft warble of her loyal BB droid caused her to snap to reality, blinking rapidly. “Huh?” She said, gazing over her shoulder briefly to look upon the purple and white BB unit. She shook her head softly, turning back to the horizon before her.
“No, just trying to relive the old days in my mind Pixel – that's all.” Mira shrugged and slowly rose up to face the scuffed and battered BB unit. “You know, when mom was around, Dad...” She trailed off slowly. “Aton..” She huffed again, moving past her droid, the sound of crunching rocks beneath her boot overcame her voice. “Even Grandpa...” It was hard to believe that she was nearing the age of 30 standard years, it only seemed like yesterday she was a wide-eyed young girl at the Academy. It felt like ages though, in contrast, since she felt the warm touch of Fiore.
Mira pressed forward, ignoring the gentle echo of sentiment from her droid, moving past the barriers that held the Sanctuary in place. Quietly, she walked amongst the empty compound, towards the memorial that was erected after her mother, Aaralyn, perished on Roche at the hands of the long since dead Republic. A gloved hand would touch the smooth edging of the Dathomiri metal, forged in the depths of Dathomir. She sighed softly, pressing her forehead to the cold alloy. “I miss you...”
Mira had always wondered if her mother had survived, how would the world around her be? What would be different, if anything at all.
“I know we’re not supposed to have attachments, but the Order I once knew is just as gone as you are...” Mira closed her eyes and rubbed the finished ore before pulling away slowly, garnet eyes staring upon the blackened alloy. She made her way to the front of it, activating a memorial holo of Aaralyn, the image flickered back and forth – the image going static for a moment. The years hadn’t been kind to the holorecord, it slowly deteriorating over time. The lashes from the flames below her mother’s visage seemed to lick at the very boots she wore, appearing to tear further into the already broken image.
Mira knelt down before the flames, touching the encased glass that held not only the clothes her mother last wore but the lightsabers she defended so many with. Her gloved hands ran across the top, slowly – as if she were examining it for faults. “I wish I could see you one last time...” She gazed down at the cloth and then up to the fluttering image. “I’d ask if it was worth it.” She sighed heavily and closed her eyes. In the years that had passed, Mira never faced the fact that she lost her mother. She buried it deep down inside and hid from it. She consumed herself in the chaos that surrounded her, instead of facing the darkest demon in her emotional closet.
She had spent time as a slave, spent time in the Unknown Regions and traveled far and wide to avoid it. She fought alongside the Mandalorian Rebels and was punished by being cut off from her powers. She fled to the edge of known space, and hid amongst the citizens of Lithos. She fell in love and subsequently out of love, and bore a child that resembled much of her as a youth. She was now raising that child without the father, as he was a broken man – atleast when she saw him last.
The sound of rustling and warbling caught her attention, throwing her again back to reality. A young girl approached, being escorted by the likes of Pixel. The young girl seemed to pay no mind to her surroundings, just speaking to Pixel as if he was just another human. Mira shook her head, adjusting herself to face the young girl. The girl in turn, would giggle and come flying up to her mother with her arms apart. She’d trounce the older Rekali quickly, nuzzling into the side of her neck.
“Mommy!” Emberlyn reared back and cocked her head to the side. She fumbled through her tunic, pulling free a necklace that resembled the one Mira's mother used to wear. Mira blinked rapidly and looked down at the necklace and then back up to her daughter. “Where di-” Before she could finish her sentence, the excited child exclaimed. “I found it in Grandpa’s drawer!”
Mira chuckled softly and reached up and touched the pendant while she held Emberlyn with her other arm. “Oh...you did?”
Emberlyn exclaimed again. “Yes! It’s very purty...”
Mira squinted and let off a gentle laugh. “It is, and it’s also very, very special.” Mira’s fingers wrapped around the pendant. “This...this is the Pendant of the Singing Mountain.”
Emberlyn looked down at the necklace and then back up to her mother, cocking her head to the opposite side. “Wazzat?
Mira let go of her child, setting her upright as she continued to hold onto the necklace. “Well, what that...” She ensured she emphasised the words, as if to correct her youth. “Is, is a necklace that your grandmother wore long ago.” She looked up, trying to remember. “It was said to carry the knowledge of the ancients – the Jedi Order of old.” She chuckled softly and gently let it go. “Your grandmother was it’s keeper, and she passed the knowledge on to her generation of Jedi and eventually...” Mira smirked slightly and narrowed her eyes playfully. “It just became a fancy piece of jewelry!”
Emberlyn looked at her mother and then down to the piece of metal and gems that dangled from her neck. “Can I keep it? I wanna be like Grandma and pass on my knowledge!”
Mira let go of the necklace, slowly rising up as she placed her hands on her hips. “Your knowledge?!” She chuckled. “Knowledge of how to sneak an extra Pika cake!?
Emberlyn groaned and tossed her hands to her side. “No! I know other things too!”
Mira laughed and knelt down before her child, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Oh you do, do you?” She tilted her head. “Then why don’t you show me...”
Mira sat on the edge of the cliff, staring off into the purple horizon, lost in thought. Her blinks were slow and almost forced as she reminisced about the days of old, the days when the Sanctuary was filled with family and friends. An exaggerated sigh escaped her lips, causing her to shift in her position a bit. The soft warble of her loyal BB droid caused her to snap to reality, blinking rapidly. “Huh?” She said, gazing over her shoulder briefly to look upon the purple and white BB unit. She shook her head softly, turning back to the horizon before her.
“No, just trying to relive the old days in my mind Pixel – that's all.” Mira shrugged and slowly rose up to face the scuffed and battered BB unit. “You know, when mom was around, Dad...” She trailed off slowly. “Aton..” She huffed again, moving past her droid, the sound of crunching rocks beneath her boot overcame her voice. “Even Grandpa...” It was hard to believe that she was nearing the age of 30 standard years, it only seemed like yesterday she was a wide-eyed young girl at the Academy. It felt like ages though, in contrast, since she felt the warm touch of Fiore.
Mira pressed forward, ignoring the gentle echo of sentiment from her droid, moving past the barriers that held the Sanctuary in place. Quietly, she walked amongst the empty compound, towards the memorial that was erected after her mother, Aaralyn, perished on Roche at the hands of the long since dead Republic. A gloved hand would touch the smooth edging of the Dathomiri metal, forged in the depths of Dathomir. She sighed softly, pressing her forehead to the cold alloy. “I miss you...”
Mira had always wondered if her mother had survived, how would the world around her be? What would be different, if anything at all.
“I know we’re not supposed to have attachments, but the Order I once knew is just as gone as you are...” Mira closed her eyes and rubbed the finished ore before pulling away slowly, garnet eyes staring upon the blackened alloy. She made her way to the front of it, activating a memorial holo of Aaralyn, the image flickered back and forth – the image going static for a moment. The years hadn’t been kind to the holorecord, it slowly deteriorating over time. The lashes from the flames below her mother’s visage seemed to lick at the very boots she wore, appearing to tear further into the already broken image.
Mira knelt down before the flames, touching the encased glass that held not only the clothes her mother last wore but the lightsabers she defended so many with. Her gloved hands ran across the top, slowly – as if she were examining it for faults. “I wish I could see you one last time...” She gazed down at the cloth and then up to the fluttering image. “I’d ask if it was worth it.” She sighed heavily and closed her eyes. In the years that had passed, Mira never faced the fact that she lost her mother. She buried it deep down inside and hid from it. She consumed herself in the chaos that surrounded her, instead of facing the darkest demon in her emotional closet.
She had spent time as a slave, spent time in the Unknown Regions and traveled far and wide to avoid it. She fought alongside the Mandalorian Rebels and was punished by being cut off from her powers. She fled to the edge of known space, and hid amongst the citizens of Lithos. She fell in love and subsequently out of love, and bore a child that resembled much of her as a youth. She was now raising that child without the father, as he was a broken man – atleast when she saw him last.
The sound of rustling and warbling caught her attention, throwing her again back to reality. A young girl approached, being escorted by the likes of Pixel. The young girl seemed to pay no mind to her surroundings, just speaking to Pixel as if he was just another human. Mira shook her head, adjusting herself to face the young girl. The girl in turn, would giggle and come flying up to her mother with her arms apart. She’d trounce the older Rekali quickly, nuzzling into the side of her neck.
“Mommy!” Emberlyn reared back and cocked her head to the side. She fumbled through her tunic, pulling free a necklace that resembled the one Mira's mother used to wear. Mira blinked rapidly and looked down at the necklace and then back up to her daughter. “Where di-” Before she could finish her sentence, the excited child exclaimed. “I found it in Grandpa’s drawer!”
Mira chuckled softly and reached up and touched the pendant while she held Emberlyn with her other arm. “Oh...you did?”
Emberlyn exclaimed again. “Yes! It’s very purty...”
Mira squinted and let off a gentle laugh. “It is, and it’s also very, very special.” Mira’s fingers wrapped around the pendant. “This...this is the Pendant of the Singing Mountain.”
Emberlyn looked down at the necklace and then back up to her mother, cocking her head to the opposite side. “Wazzat?
Mira let go of her child, setting her upright as she continued to hold onto the necklace. “Well, what that...” She ensured she emphasised the words, as if to correct her youth. “Is, is a necklace that your grandmother wore long ago.” She looked up, trying to remember. “It was said to carry the knowledge of the ancients – the Jedi Order of old.” She chuckled softly and gently let it go. “Your grandmother was it’s keeper, and she passed the knowledge on to her generation of Jedi and eventually...” Mira smirked slightly and narrowed her eyes playfully. “It just became a fancy piece of jewelry!”
Emberlyn looked at her mother and then down to the piece of metal and gems that dangled from her neck. “Can I keep it? I wanna be like Grandma and pass on my knowledge!”
Mira let go of the necklace, slowly rising up as she placed her hands on her hips. “Your knowledge?!” She chuckled. “Knowledge of how to sneak an extra Pika cake!?
Emberlyn groaned and tossed her hands to her side. “No! I know other things too!”
Mira laughed and knelt down before her child, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Oh you do, do you?” She tilted her head. “Then why don’t you show me...”
