Jantar Keltainen
Evil is a word used by the ignorant and the weak
“Never serve the Nightsisters, children. They’ll treat you badly, as if you were mere slaves. Their taste is foul, so it is best to crush them. If you cannot crush them, then escape from them, for you can continue to serve the good Witches, and hope to crush the Nightsisters another day.”
―The rancor Tosh
Jantar had been having the same dream for some time. Irregularly at first, then more frequently until she had had the same vision for the past ten nights in a row. Clearly the Force was speaking to her – her gift of Farseeing letting her know that something needed her attention. But what?
She had two overwhelming thoughts from the dreams – Rancors and sister.
Given she had no sister, this made no sense. Or, at least she did not believe she had a sister. Was this the Force’s way of letting her know she was wrong?
Rancor? Sister?
No! Not sister…sisters!
Her hand was hovering over the nav panel when a strong possibility occurred to her: that by ‘sisters’ was meant to inform her of her ongoing search into dark sided magic. From this perspective the clues made such obvious sense, she did not know how she’d missed them before.
In truth she did understand…the hope of finding a sibling and understanding her lineage was stronger than she’d cared to admit – even to herself.
There could be only one explanation, the Nightsisters of Dathomir.
―The rancor Tosh
Jantar had been having the same dream for some time. Irregularly at first, then more frequently until she had had the same vision for the past ten nights in a row. Clearly the Force was speaking to her – her gift of Farseeing letting her know that something needed her attention. But what?
She had two overwhelming thoughts from the dreams – Rancors and sister.
Given she had no sister, this made no sense. Or, at least she did not believe she had a sister. Was this the Force’s way of letting her know she was wrong?
Rancor? Sister?
No! Not sister…sisters!
Her hand was hovering over the nav panel when a strong possibility occurred to her: that by ‘sisters’ was meant to inform her of her ongoing search into dark sided magic. From this perspective the clues made such obvious sense, she did not know how she’d missed them before.
In truth she did understand…the hope of finding a sibling and understanding her lineage was stronger than she’d cared to admit – even to herself.
There could be only one explanation, the Nightsisters of Dathomir.