Why was she here? The Sith asked that question as her bloodshot eyes stared at the floating rocks that inhabited the garden in Ryloth. Different colors sparkled at her as they were carried by the great air currents. They would have been beautiful if it weren't for the fact that something was missing from this image. Something that was missing from her life now. Kala. This would have been breath taking with her as she could just listen to her talk and explain about all of the things that made this place spectacular. She could listen to how she saw beauty in almost everything.
Just thinking about that just hammered in the fact that she was gone. Amur had turned her back on her and walked away. She never regretted anything as hard in her entire life as that. The emotional wound bled her soul dry. Everything action had the life to it drained away from it and it almost felt like someone had put a grey filter over her eyes. It was pure agony. Her body felt like it was dragging a dead weight with it all the time that sunk her to the ground, her insides constantly ached in, and sometimes she could feel each individual pulse of her heart beat injecting more woe into her system. Each contraction of the cardiac muscles were like a punch to her spirit.
There was no separation of days anymore as everything blurred together slowly just to drag out each individual moment of pain. The Sith finding she now fell asleep only when her body had gave up on functioning that particular moment. Food also had even lost it's taste to her. It all culminated to being here. Ryloth. Amur had no idea what she was expecting to find here on this planet. The only thing she knew was that this planet was once somewhere Kalanda knew as home.
Perhaps the Sith was hoping to find something here, a sign of Kala's past, or maybe even the witch herself... though the truth was she didn't know. Where there was once a sense of direction in Amur regardless of how vague it felt. Now there was nothing, no guiding light, no goal worth striding for, nor object to focus her pain on. Now there was just nothing. All she could be now was lost in the storm of her head as it relished each new tool it could use to torture it's host. There was no end in sight even as the sun began to lower and set, causing long shadows to cast into the garden. Amur who was sitting down next to a large rock spire could now only stare off into the horizon, her mind always a million miles away.
Akelia Se'lai Sakadi Marathi Sinvala