Aela Talith
The Righteous
A blue haze filled the room, a soft glow that shrouded Aela and cast a gleaming light upon her. Tears streamed down her face, her hands were shaking, a slight sniffle pulled from her nose. She sat on the ground, her legs beneath her and her hands gently cupped above her knees, her hair was a tattered mess, running down the length of her back, bright orange eyes fixed on the two forms that stood before her.
"Do not cry young one."
A soft voice rang out, a recognition.
"The force called to us, and who are we to deny it."
A second voice joined the first, slightly harsher, more fixed. The figures before her looking at one another before once again settling their gaze upon Aela. They watched her for a moment, waiting for her to respond. The young Marshall simply nodded her head, her sleeve quickly wiping away the tears from her face. She shifted, her weight moving from one leg to the other as she tried to get more comfortable on the small cushion. A lump in her throat prevented her from speaking, her gaze falling away from the Guardians of the Holocron for a moment as Aela tried to gather her thoughts away from the story that she had just heard.
"I'm sorry." She told the two guardians, her lips thinning slightly for a moment before she managed to give the Two Twi'lek women a small smile. "I have siblings. I thought of them."
One of the guardians gave a small smile.
"We understand."
It was Sabene that spoke, the slight coloring of her face giving her away. Aela looked at the twin, the keeper of what was lost. She was the wiser of the two, or so they had said, the one who held the knowledge of the past, and not the knowledge of experience. Sabille on the other hand seemed more forceful, more pressing, a reminder of Aela herself truthfully. The young Marshall had listened to them both for some time now, the sun having dipped below the horizon and hours having flown by since she had begun.
The story they had told had been one of sorrow, of death, of redemption, and eventually a fatal end. She knew not how the Guardians understood of their fate or how the Holocron had gained the knowledge of it's makers end, yet the two Twi'lek women who stood in ghostly forms before her seemed to tell naught but the truth. Every word they had said had struck Aela, the bond that they had formed with the 7th, their rescue of one another, and of course their eventual end.
It had forced Aela to ask herself questions, to look at her own life, to see things in a new perspective. She had never considered her own place before, if she had friends, if people would come to rescue her if she fell.
Her father would, her mother would, Micah, Maleah, even Kaili would come, she knew that, but did she have anyone else? Did she have friends? It was question that Aela was afraid to ask, one that she didn't know the answer to. That in it of itself was more telling then she would have liked, and as the sisters completed their story Aela could only cry, if not for them, then perhaps for herself. A deep breath pulled into her lungs.
"Let's continue, shall we?" There was still a lot to learn.
"Do not cry young one."
A soft voice rang out, a recognition.
"The force called to us, and who are we to deny it."
A second voice joined the first, slightly harsher, more fixed. The figures before her looking at one another before once again settling their gaze upon Aela. They watched her for a moment, waiting for her to respond. The young Marshall simply nodded her head, her sleeve quickly wiping away the tears from her face. She shifted, her weight moving from one leg to the other as she tried to get more comfortable on the small cushion. A lump in her throat prevented her from speaking, her gaze falling away from the Guardians of the Holocron for a moment as Aela tried to gather her thoughts away from the story that she had just heard.
"I'm sorry." She told the two guardians, her lips thinning slightly for a moment before she managed to give the Two Twi'lek women a small smile. "I have siblings. I thought of them."
One of the guardians gave a small smile.
"We understand."
It was Sabene that spoke, the slight coloring of her face giving her away. Aela looked at the twin, the keeper of what was lost. She was the wiser of the two, or so they had said, the one who held the knowledge of the past, and not the knowledge of experience. Sabille on the other hand seemed more forceful, more pressing, a reminder of Aela herself truthfully. The young Marshall had listened to them both for some time now, the sun having dipped below the horizon and hours having flown by since she had begun.
The story they had told had been one of sorrow, of death, of redemption, and eventually a fatal end. She knew not how the Guardians understood of their fate or how the Holocron had gained the knowledge of it's makers end, yet the two Twi'lek women who stood in ghostly forms before her seemed to tell naught but the truth. Every word they had said had struck Aela, the bond that they had formed with the 7th, their rescue of one another, and of course their eventual end.
It had forced Aela to ask herself questions, to look at her own life, to see things in a new perspective. She had never considered her own place before, if she had friends, if people would come to rescue her if she fell.
Her father would, her mother would, Micah, Maleah, even Kaili would come, she knew that, but did she have anyone else? Did she have friends? It was question that Aela was afraid to ask, one that she didn't know the answer to. That in it of itself was more telling then she would have liked, and as the sisters completed their story Aela could only cry, if not for them, then perhaps for herself. A deep breath pulled into her lungs.
"Let's continue, shall we?" There was still a lot to learn.