Populate The Legend of Set and Veré: Palinode [THR Populate of Cyrillia]

[Aiden Porte]

Within the Worlds of Worlds
Inside the Portal due to events in: The Legend of Set and Veré: Epistrophe

Sibylla Abrantes Ala Quin
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The last remnants of the vision peeled away like mist at sunrise. The temple's golden light dimmed, dissolving into strands of memory that drifted upward and vanished. Aiden stood motionless, the echo of what he saw in Vizion Trozky and Runa Trozky sight began to fade in his mind as the weight of the Embrace released him.

For a moment, there was silence then a flicker, a shimmer of movement at the edge of his awareness. He turned just in time to see Sibylla, her form ghostly and blurred, standing beside Set. The two of them were locked in conversation. Relief coursed through him at the sight of her upright, breathing, alive. But before he could reach for her again, the world shifted once more. Then they were gone swept away like the last echo of a dream.

Aiden blinked once. And when he opened his eyes again, the world had changed.

Light, real, soft, and alive had filtered through a canopy of trees. The air was bright with laughter, the kind that comes only from peace honestly earned. He knew this place, though perhaps not yet the time: a meadow on Naboo, where wildflowers rolled down toward the lake. The wars had stopped for a time. The galaxy was breathing again.

Roman was the first he saw leaning against a low stone wall, sleeves rolled up, sun catching in his hair as he argued good-naturedly with a vendor over the price of something trivial. His grin was easy, unburdened, the kind Aiden hadn't seen on him in years.

Further down the path, Lorn and Ala sat beneath a tree, Ala's head resting on Lorn's shoulder as they shared a datapad and soft laughter. Their fingers were intertwined, their peace unspoken but complete.

Beyond them, Isla and Philip walked together along the water's edge. She said something, animated, gesturing toward the horizon. Philip's hand brushed hers, steadying her mid-gesture, his eyes warm. They looked utterly content two souls who had found the quiet at the end of chaos.

Aiden stood apart from them, watching. There was no ache this time, no sense of distance. Only warmth. The Force rippled gently through the moment, not as a warning or a call to arms, but as a song of balance. Every thread he had fought to protect every fragile life, was still shining.

He exhaled, a slow, grateful breath. The scent of grass and river wind filled his lungs. For once, he let himself smile—small, tired, but real.

"Maybe this is what it was all for." he murmured.

Hope endures. But what about you.....?

I fight for them, and I always will. Just like you did.....

The meadow shimmered again, light bending and folding, not to pull him away but to seal the memory in his heart. And before the vision faded completely, he heard laughter Roman's, bright and unrestrained and it stayed with him as the world dissolved into dawn.

 

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Within the Worlds of Worlds
Inside the Portal due to events in: The Legend of Set and Veré: Epistrophe
Aiden Porte Ala Quin

The world snapped.

The thread between her and Set dissolved in a burst of golden light that tore through her like a wave. One moment Set's shadowed form stood before her with that unbearable sorrow clawing through the air, and then the next he was gone. The darkness ripped backward as if swallowed by the void that had birthed it.

Sibylla gasped as her knees hit stone, and she felt the taste of metallic copper coating her tongue, her heart hammering as the emptiness left in his wake, hands and fingers clawing forward on the ground as she shuddered. She tried to speak but couldn't breathe.

Then the world shifted again.

The cold was replaced by warmth, a summer breeze, and the scent of grass.

Sibylla lifted her head slowly, her dazed eyes blinking against the sudden brightness. She wasn't in the stone cabin anymore. Or Katabasis. Or even the shadow of Set's grief.

She was in a meadow.

The light here was soft, alive, with the sound of leaves stirring gently overhead and the sound of laughter being carried on the wind.

And that's when Sibyla saw him.

Aiden.

He stood across the clearing, sunlight painting his hair in soft golden light, his expression calm in a way she hadn't seen on the Jedi Knight since they started this expedition.

"Aiden," she whispered, but it seemed as if the name didn't reach him. Or maybe he couldn't hear her.

He didn't turn. He couldn't hear her.

The laughter of friends, the whisper of wind, the rustle of leaves, all of it sang with a quiet truth. This was peace. This was what they had fought for.

It was beautiful. Too beautiful.

And yet, it was not hers to touch.

"Maybe this is what it was all for," she heard him murmur, his soft words carrying faintly on the wind as the air shimmered around him, the golden light folding in on itself. The scene began to dissolve, the laughter fading, the edges of the meadow curling like paper touched by flame.

"I fight for them," Sibylla heard Aiden whisper, "And I always will. Just like you did."

The last thing Sibylla heard was laughter. When the light vanished and the silence returned, she realized her cheeks were wet. She wiped them absently, not sure if the tears were hers or remnants of the vision's peace.

But the feeling that lingered was unmistakable.

Hope.