Disciple of Faith
Takes Place After the Events of These Threads:
Part One
Part Two
...What have I done?
Revna looked at her small, pale hands, visions of blood and lightning and death rippling over the surface of her mind, her spirit numb and detached as she relived the scenes over and over again. She was tired and sore, and hadn’t slept much at all for a couple of days. She hurt too; not just physically from injuries she had sustained in her fight against Tyros, but in her soul. She had murdered the man for a lightsaber, then fueled by guilt she couldn’t let go, she tracked his family down-a wife and two children-and murdered them too…in a twisted way of showing them “mercy”, and reunited them back together in the afterlife, so that they would never be apart again. All she had wanted to do was spare them the pain of knowing their loved one was gone forever. She had taken him from them…so she felt it was only right that she fix what she had broken.
She had hoped to absolve herself of the guilt, to be rid of her weakness, and in a way she had. But their deaths still lingered, still haunted her.
Destroying them had killed a part of her too, replaced by a cold darkness that made her eyes glint golden now instead of the stormy gray-blue she had been born with. A transformation within her had truly begun the moment she had made her choice and given in to her own desires, choosing to kill for what she wanted instead of just simply taking it and letting the man walk away. For her effort, she had gained a hard earned trophy, but had suffered an injury in the process.
Her injury had been a little worse than she had initially thought, too; the rib hadn’t just cracked, but fractured in multiple places and one piece had punctured her lung. Not bad enough to be life threatening, but enough to make her a bit miserable. She had applied healing patches in an attempt to promote faster healing, but it was still painful. She hoped the injury healed more before her Mentor found out about it, if he ever did; she still hadn’t decided on if she was going to tell him that she had been injured in the fight or not.
And hopefully he was still “gone” when she returned back to Formos. She knew she would need to explain how she got the saber, but she wanted to do it in her own time. It was the perfect cover story for the real reason on why she had snuck out of Formos-making a journey across the galaxy in order to meet up with a Jedi padawan she had fought against a couple months prior.
She had a feeling that, despite having the saber and her accomplishment, he might be a bit upset with her, though it was hard to say one way or the other how he would react to hearing the truth. She had seen him grumpy, even downright angry, from time to time, but he had never directed his wrath at her. He’d been a touch stern a time or two-almost in a parental way, but she had been a good apprentice over the four months that she had been under his guidance, at least that was what she believed.
The young woman could only imagine how the Wonosan High Priest would react or feel upon learning about this deviant, secretive behavior of hers.
“We will be arriving at the Dresuoti shortly, Miss Revna. Just waiting in the queue to land.” the smuggler pilot called back to her, and she silently looked over all her gear to make sure she had everything. She triple checked to make sure her hard won prize was still on her belt.
I can’t wait to be back in my own bed… she thought to herself tiredly, feeling the weight of all that she was burdened with in the moment. Hopefully I can get a few hours of sleep after I get back home…
Darth Strosius