She had been walking for so many hours now that she had not even realized she'd gotten further and further away from Theed. Somewhere along the path, she'd passed by the mansion that had been owned by her father so many centuries ago. Part of her had expected it to be overgrown, or maybe even entirely demolished, but it was still standing there, bright and fresh as the day her grandmother had seen it. Madalena had said something about it being taken care of, but Scherezade had hardly seen a reason to pay it much attention. After all, what was she to do with it? She had nothing from her parents, absolutely nothing beyond looks and power, but whereas her parents had the personalities to match and were both loved and respected by those around them as well as an entire planet, Scherezade was… Nothing.
Somehow, she had reached the more swampy areas of the area. The humidity was thick, and the Sithling was glad she'd brought a bottle of water with her. The night was blooming, and the only comfort she could find upon this stupid planet were the twinkling stars above. Her face automatically turned to where the Galactic North was – the direction of what was supposed to be her home, supposed to be where she could always return to, but never could. Not after all that had happened. Endelaan was a place for the strong, not a place for the broken. And she was, despite being brought back, still quite broken.
Eventually, Scherezade decided it was time for a break. She sat herself down by one of the trees, leaning her back against it. She had no weapons on her save for a single knife, no armor, and still, resting in the wilderness did not seem to deter her in any way, shape, or form. Despite being broken, despite all the trauma she had endured since coming out of the pebble, Scherezade had always been and would always remain a predator. She pitied any animal that would try to turn her into its meal if they were not fast enough to finish the job on the first bite. But perhaps she would welcome the attempt. Try to regain some of her old self by slaying a beast with no advanced tech upon her body.
Such were the thoughts that cradled her as she closed her eyes, and permitted herself to drift off into sleep. Perhaps this time, the Darkness would not try to make its way towards her.
It was a little later that she woke up startled, the scent of blood harsh in her nose. Jumping to her feet, Scherezade was already ready to kill anyone who thought she would be the next meat. "Give me a sound and give me the night, let me see it all tonight," the words came from her mouth. It was the Night Sight spell that she had constructed over a year ago, one of the very few spells she still made regular use of.
Her surroundings turned into shades of purple and violet. Knife clutched in her hand, the Sithling began to follow the scent of the blood.
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