Moridin sat alone, within his once throne room upon the world of Byss. The massive stone throne he sat in was not at all comfortable, something he had not noticed when he had not had a body. Now that he did...well it was more than a little obvious. The Dreadlord was calm, as always there was no hate or anger within him, just a sense of serene calm. This was odd for a Sith Lord, especially one that had destroyed the life of an entire world. One would expect him to be filled with hate, sorrow, despair, but he was not. When one looked at his emotions they would find...nothing. It was an interesting thing about the Sith Lord, and something that should have been closely watched.
“Where are you.” Moridin spoke out loud to himself, it was a deep rumble that resonated in the air around him. There was no one to hear him, so he was not worried about that. He spoke out loud, to clear his own thoughts mostly. Despite his calm, despite the power he now held, despite everything. There was something still missing, something that he cared greatly for.
Anara Valnor, the one thing that the Dreadlord cared for, the one thing that he would ravage entire galaxies for. She was missing, or at least she was gone from his sight. They had a bond, a powerful one. One that had allowed him to once again inhabit a body...or well to create one around his essence. The bond however, had seemingly faded over the ages. It was still there of course, he could still barely feel it, but it was too weak for him to sense where she was, or even if she was alive.
The Bond had become nothing, or nothing of use to him. He could not tell if she was still alive, or where she was, which of course were the most important things. The Sith lord scowled, he needed to know. Before his slumber he had taken her. Against her will of course, but it had been necessary. She had been angry with him, angry for what he had done. So he had taken her, and put her in a pod.
It had been a Stasis pod, one to preserve her in eternal rest. Moridin had made sure she had been safe of course. Guards, automated turrets, everything he could do to protect her. When he had awoken however, when he had found the chamber she had been kept in he had found it...empty. All pods had been removed, all traces of her and her guards...gone. In that moment Moridin had been angry, he had destroyed that section of the palace on a whim, forgetting his power.
Now Moridin sat, and thought. Was she alive? Was she dead? The Dreadlord did not know.
“Where are you.” Moridin spoke out loud to himself, it was a deep rumble that resonated in the air around him. There was no one to hear him, so he was not worried about that. He spoke out loud, to clear his own thoughts mostly. Despite his calm, despite the power he now held, despite everything. There was something still missing, something that he cared greatly for.
Anara Valnor, the one thing that the Dreadlord cared for, the one thing that he would ravage entire galaxies for. She was missing, or at least she was gone from his sight. They had a bond, a powerful one. One that had allowed him to once again inhabit a body...or well to create one around his essence. The bond however, had seemingly faded over the ages. It was still there of course, he could still barely feel it, but it was too weak for him to sense where she was, or even if she was alive.
The Bond had become nothing, or nothing of use to him. He could not tell if she was still alive, or where she was, which of course were the most important things. The Sith lord scowled, he needed to know. Before his slumber he had taken her. Against her will of course, but it had been necessary. She had been angry with him, angry for what he had done. So he had taken her, and put her in a pod.
It had been a Stasis pod, one to preserve her in eternal rest. Moridin had made sure she had been safe of course. Guards, automated turrets, everything he could do to protect her. When he had awoken however, when he had found the chamber she had been kept in he had found it...empty. All pods had been removed, all traces of her and her guards...gone. In that moment Moridin had been angry, he had destroyed that section of the palace on a whim, forgetting his power.
Now Moridin sat, and thought. Was she alive? Was she dead? The Dreadlord did not know.