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[Thurion Heavenshield]

Midvinter
City of Heavenheim​

He sank the blade of the shovel into the earth and rested his hands upon its grip handle as he inspected his work. That should do it, he thought. Before him was a hole in the ground, wide and deep enough to fit the small wooden box sitting on the bench next to him. He turned to look at it, sighing. Today was just another reminder that time seemed to leave him behind while taking everyone he cared away from him. He sat down next to the box, lovingly produced by his own hand for the occasion.

Hesitantly, he lifted the lid. Within lay the still corpse of a feline; a house cat, purchased many years ago on Corellia. The brother of the deceased animal jumped into his lap, sniffing Bib's lifelike features and licking a rough patch of fur, cleaning him. Did Bub believe his brother was merely asleep and wished to wake him, or was he aware all along and simply wanted him to look his best? Impossible to say.

Thurion petted Bib one last time, running his rough hands along his back all the way to the tip of his tail, before closing the lid. Bib was old, having lived well for over 20 standard years. With old age comes exhaustion and disease, so it was simply his time. He passed away peacefully, leaving behind his brother Bub who, despite his similarly advanced age, remained healthy and vigorous. Thurion stood, carried the wooden box over to the freshly-dug grave, and lowered the makeshift casket into the hole. Standing back with his hands once more resting upon the shovel, Bub came over nuzzling Daddy's legs.

"It's just you and me now, Bubby," he said, looking down at the feline. "And then there were two..."

He wiped the corner of his eye and sniffed, then pulled the shovel from the ground and began filling the grave back in before flattening the resulting mound. He then turned to a small slab of stone, its height no greater than the size of his foot, and planted it at the head of the grave. Carved into its oblong rockface were runic writings in the tradition of his people. A tombstone for a fallen member of House Heavenshield. As he traced the runes with his fingers, his face contorted into that of a man bereft, softly weeping. It wasn't just the loss of a beloved pet he mourned; that was merely the catalyst.

Hours later, Thurion stepped out on his porch with a cup of fresh caf. It was the tail-end of summer, and darkness fell sooner with each day. In the glow of lanterns, the High King sunk down into his trusty rocking chair and wrapped himself in a blanket, taking what enjoyment he could from such a tragic day. Bub leapt up into his lap, yawned, then began purring. Taking a sip of caf, he was still getting used to the habit and had burnt his tongue on more than one occasion.

"Do you think tonight's the night, old boy," he asked, lifting his gaze towards the stars. A moment he simultaniously dreaded and longed for.

Anneliese Kaohal

 

[Anneliese Kaohal]

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Location: Midvinter | City of Heavenheim
Objective: Meet with Thurion | Train​

It’d been weeks since her return from Tython… she’d faced her demons and from the ashes she’d arisen victoriously, despite the loss their side had taken — they would rise, lick their wounds and regroup as they always did. They were constant — they were the light.

In the quiet hum of hyperspace — Annie sat in her cockpit as her mind went over all the events that had transpired, the people she’d fought with, the death she’d been a first hand witness too. Out of it all all, only one name hung in the forefront of her mind, a name that sat at the tip of her tongue… and that name, was Thurion Heavenshield . The towering man had come into the battle field long before she’d gotten to meet him — but from the moment she’d seen him, the moment she’d fought with him… the Lion King was someone she knew she had to meet, spend time with and at all costs, try to learn from.

To her surprise, small world, her Master, Valery Noble knew Thurion, and in the wake of devastation that was Tython still fresh in the minds of everyone, she’d granted Anneliese some leave, time to think, ponder or pursue what seemed to now nip at her very heels — a new demon, a new obsession… and that was the pursuit of strength to protect and pushing out the shadow and voice of what if.


She’d fought admirably — and to boot, she’d managed to fight the last half of battle impaired due to her left arm having been fractured. The whole time — she’d seen Thurion… and the strength that he’d weld. It wasn’t normal. The man’s very form had seemed to be likened to iron, finely tempered and honed to perfection — that level of strength was not easily won, no… it would take years of dedication, but she knew the one who would be able to help her unlock that path… would be him. In her mind, she knew she could have done more, she had wanted to do more and so, as the ship began to drop out of the hyperspace corridor she was in, her heart fluttered with excitement as she thought of how to address him and ask once she found him.

How does one address a King? She hadn’t bowed to him in battle — they were comrades there, does that still make them so now? Her head tilted as she puzzled on it all but came to recall Samuel Creeds reminder to her — proper etiquette must be observed at all times. Thurion was King and a Jedi Master… she would address him as such until told otherwise. She just hoped he’d find her odd request agreeable.

As Midvinter came in her ships view screen — she inhaled and exhaled deeply as her ship began its final descent to the coordinates she’d been given.

The landscape was — breath taking, and even that was putting things mildly. Setting the ship down in a clearing just outside of a large city, she allowed her ships onboard AI to power down the engines. Standing up — Anneliese walked down and out of the ramp of the ship that slowly extended down and outwards.

The air was crisp — cool but not frigid. The sun had settled down for the night now in the vast expanse that was the sky. As her emerald eyes peered up and into the night, she couldn’t help but to feel small — yet content at the same time. She’d wait for night to pass and in the morning make her way into the village to hopefully find Thurion — for now, she felt a campfire and sleeping out beneath the stars would be a good idea, much like her and Val and done back when she found her lightsaber crystal.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

He awoke the next morning to the gentle touch of whiskers fluttering against his face, thinking they were the loving touch of slender fingers. Instead of his wife, there was Bub nuzzling up against him, requesting the first breakfast of the day. It was not unusual for him and his brother to devour two, sometimes three bowls before being satisfied. In truth, Thurion was glad to see his apetite had not been impacted by their recent loss. Enough so to make him smile.

"Alright, I'm up, I'm up."

A crime had been committed during the night. A woman, battered and bruised, had been found covered in her husband's blood, his lifeless corpse at her feet. Her neighbors had rushed over to complain about the late-night ruckus, only to find her paralyzed holding a shard of glass in her hand and blood pouring out of her husband's neck. Arrested and accused of murder, the matter was brought before the High King for judgement. Murder was treated most severely and was punishable by death, for it was believed that being murdered denied one access to the afterlife since it was not an honourable end.

The woman was presented before her peers, a mob of townsfolk gathering to watch the proceedings. Next to her was the executioner's block, yet with no headsman in sight. Instead, the crowd hushed at the sight of their liege lord ascending the steps of the scaffold, sword at his side. The woman fell to her knees, wailing apologies. The crowd's jeers and cries for justice began anew. But the King silenced them a second time when he knelt and helped the woman to her feet and embracing her, causing her to break down in tears.

"This woman is innocent of the alleged crime," he spoke before the masses. "Look at her face! It is no secret that Torvald enjoyed his drink and had a history of being thrown out for rowdy behaviour. No, Béra acted in self-defense, resorting to something as desperate as defending herself using broken glass when a dagger would've sufficed. I hereby absolve her of all accusations, and I condemn her supposed victim! No man raising a hand to his spouse holds a place in my heart, and has no place in our fair city. I have spoken! Be about your business."

As the crowd began to disperse, Thurion personally helped the woman down the steps of the scaffold and placed her in the care of one of his elite Lionguard to safeguard her. She kissed his hand before departing, grateful beyond measure.

He lingered for a bit, the smile he'd reserved for her fading into obscurity. He lifted his gaze to the pair of statues looming over the town square, and offered them a sharp nod. As he then turned, he found that one person had remained even as the rest had scurried off. Someone he knew.

"Anneliese?"

Anneliese Kaohal

 

[Anneliese Kaohal]

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Location: Midvinter | City of Heavenheim
Objective: Meet with Thurion | Train​

Anneliese woke at the break of dawn.

Gathering her gear, she watched as the ramp of her ship slowly rose and shut behind her.

Walking towards the city, she marveled in the view that was Midvinter... it seemed, untouched by time itself. Simple -- modest, quaint. As she strode in through the front gates of the city, the guards did not seem to think much of her, but as she felt their gaze fall upon her, she knew that they took note of her physical appearance and anything about her that might call any question in mind if she were a threat.

As she walked through the streets, seeing everyone go about their day, the thought she'd had earlier about time not touching this place only rang truer. People drying meats, cleaning linens, forging weapons, trading -- bartering, life here was simple, yet held a deep and profound meaning -- It felt like home from the first time she set foot on its soil.

Several people as she walked up the hill towards what she perceived to be where she felt Thurion's presence, several people bid her 'good-day'. A warm smile broke from her face every time she acknowledged someone -- she may be a stranger in these lands, but they were more than hospitable to her.

As she strode through, she came upon a crowd -- well, more of a mob. The metallic, and copper scent of blood hung in the air as she peered on the woman in the middle, they were ready to send her to the noose. Her emerald eyes narrowed as she stared around and then fixed on the booming voice of none-other than the man she'd come here for. A Lion in the wilds, a King to his people, it was Thurion.

He delivered swift justice and judgment on the situation that had begun to spiral out of hand and as his voice boomed into the crowd with impunity, they accepted his word as the law that it was. People began to leave, some furious at the fact they couldn't have the justice, rather revenge they wanted... but as the crowd thinned, the young lady would be seen.

Her curly and unruly hair was lit like wisps of fire in the sunlight and her eyes beamed with joy as a full smile spread across her face, a giggle escaping her lips as she ran up towards Thurion when he called her name. "Thurion!" As she closed the gap, her first instinct as she did with all she was familiar with was to give him a hug, but as she did, she hesitated and the clear gears that began to spin within her head would be seen on her very face. "I'm... not sure how to greet you here... but nonetheless, its -- its good to see you. I'm sorry for my announced arrival, but I asked my Master Valery Noble where I might find you, I hope its alright?"

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Still stunned to see her, Thurion stood like a brick wall when she first threw her arms around him, barely tall enough to reach his chest. He completed the embrace a moment later, putting his arm around her lithe form, appearing like a child next to the giant monarch. An intimate form of greeting tinged with awkwardness, but nonetheless not unwelcomed. Enough to put a smile on his face.

"No no, it's alright," he chuckled, kneeling down so that she needn't strain her neck. "Look at you. A far cry from the child soldier I met on Bogan some weeks ago." He brushed a lock of red from her face. "Valery is a very dear friend of mine, as is her husband. We've shared many battlefields together; many laughs, many woes."

His eyes were drawn to her arm, once limp at her side, now operating with impunity. He stood back up, resting his large hand upon her shoulder. "I see your arm has healed. Woe be to thine enemies now, little firebrand," he grinned, recalling her bravery and skill with one hand tied behind her back.

A chill wind blew, heralding the coming winter. Spring and autumn were rare concepts on Midvinter, lasting mere weeks, if at all. To stave off the cold, the King wrapped her inside his cloak; a large fur easily twice her size, black like obsidian. With his hand on her shoulder, he walked beside her through the market stalls, letting her soak in the hustle and bustle of everyday Heavenheim.

"I must say, I'm impressed. To have come all this way, to the ends of the galaxy, just to find me. Not many would have undergone the journey at your age, let alone make it here unassailed. It speaks to your drive, resourcefulness, and personal bravery. All enviable qualities in a student. Your master chose well."

A bone-chilling screech was heard high above, followed by a large shadow and the flapping of wings. Soaring high above the city was a winged beast; a blend of feline and avian, with the body of a lion and the head of an eagle, its hind legs belonging to the former and its forelegs sporting huge, razor-sharp talons. Thurion squinted up at the bright blue sky, showing no sign of trepidation.

"This world is home to many wonders," he told Anneliese at his side. "This city was founded as a haven for their kind, and it has brought them back from the brink of extinction. That there is their father; mightiest of them all, loyal protector of our fair capital, and my friend." Thurion waved at the creature, prompting another scream in response before its silhouette disappeared behind the palace.

He allowed her a moment to process, then resumed their walk.

"Now, let me ask you a question: What can I do for you, my child?"

Anneliese Kaohal

 

[Anneliese Kaohal]

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Tags: Thurion Heavenshield
Location: Midvinter | City of Heavenheim

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When he returned the awkward hug, internally, she was beyond giddy.

As Thurion knelt down slightly and began talking to her -- noting who Valery was, how he knew her and taking note of her arm now being completely healed up -- she couldn't help but to grin from ear to ear at his playful chide, calling her a firebrand, it wasn't far from the truth. Her display in the crucible of war with one good arm had obviously left an impression, but this was Anneliese, fiercely determined.

As the wind would pick up, the telltale of of winter coming, Thurion would stand and wrap his cloak around her and the two would begin to walk. Anneliese as she pressed against him and worked to keep stride with his long gait, her own body temp would begin to fill the cocoon they were in, her own body actin like a self powered furnace. Hearing his remarks about her journey, a small chuckle escaped her lips.

"Thank you Thurion, but as most tend to find out about me -- when I set my mind to something, I'm not easily deterred or pulled off task."

Taking in once again the area around them, her attention came to the winged beast that flew overhead of the two of them -- she enjoyed hearing his love for the land, the creatures in it and the people -- just the way they looked at him showed their love they had for him. "Your home is... wonderful Thurion, and I feel even that description falls short of what it truly is."

As he asked her and transitioned the conversation to her purpose of her visit and what he could do for her -- she inhaled slightly and exhaled, shaking the nerves off as she spoke.

"Well -- funny you should ask that question..." A small chuckle escaping from her lips. "I traveled all this way to ask you to... help me." She paused as she tried her best to figure out how to word what she wanted. "During our fight on Bogan -- and granted, I understand I'm, young... I witnessed a strength from you that isn't... normal. I'm no stranger to hard work Thurion -- when others stopped training for the day, I continued. When others still slept, I was up practicing. That strength I witnessed exuding from you the day of battle was something I knew I had to seek for myself -- not out of hunger or conquest of power, but to help better protect those I love." Anneliese was capable of stunning feats, but they had all been hard won accomplishments during her own personal practice time. Her ferocity at times, being compared to that of a Krayt Dragon -- but as she told Thurion, seeing the raw power he weld, she knew that sort of training, that sort of discipline was something that would either make -- or break someone. It would push impurities out and refine that person... and that was what she wanted.

She paused as her emerald eyes locked up toward his eyes -- the serious demeanor gleaming in them.

"Would you help push me to the next level Thurion?"

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Though he tried his best to not let it show, the Lion's warm smile had faded by the time Anneliese finished laying out her reasons for coming to see him. This teenager — this child — had travelled the length and width of the known galaxy, during which any number of ill fates might have ended her voyage prematurely, all in search of a way to become a better soldier. To harden her heart, mind, and body. To him, it was a tragedy to learn his appearance on Bogan had inspired such dreams in a young soul. It was not the sort of devotion he'd sought to instill.

As they reached a fork in the stone-lain street — one going downhill and wrapping back around to the town square, the other leading up a steep climb towards the palace dubbed the Lion's Den — Thurion stopped by a piece of guard rail and looked out. From their elevated position they had the majority of the vast metropolis in their sights, from the main gate to the harbour and oceans beyond. He tried to stop here on his way to work whenever there was time to enjoy the scenery.

"The next level," he made use of her words, then sighed. "I worry I've given you the wrong impression, Little Firebrand."

He knelt before her once more, taking her hands in his and rubbing his thumbs over her soft fingers. "I worry that you witnessed my performance on Bogan and thought me an unstoppable force of nature, disregarding the trail of bodies left in my wake. I worry that, upon coming to see me, you are so awestruck by the majesty and grandeour that the life I lead is somehow envious. I assure you it is not. You saw me amongst that crowd back there. Aye, that poor woman walks free thanks to me, but I've had my share of executions; many times the scum of the earth, to be sure, but sometimes good, honest folk who just had a bad day and a lapse in judgement."

Thurion turned over one of Anneliese's hands, facing its palm towards the skies. "There are always two sides to a coin, Anne. I may have achieved powers few would dare think possible — I may have seen more, lived more, learnt more than most — but there is always a cost. Valkyri live long lives, but my mother was human, so I experience the passage of time the same as the average person. I may look middle-aged but I am well over 80 years old, and I feel every bit my age. The friends and companions of my youth have all passed on, leaving me as their sole keeper of memories. 'Tis my curse; the other side of the coin, so to speak."

He squeezed her hands.

"So before you ask me again: Please, consider what you hold dear, and then search your heart whether you could face the world without them. If the answer is no, then pray do not make your request a second time. We would simply spend your visit sharing laughs, and none of the woes."

He let her hands go as he awaited an answer, leaving her fate in her hands.

Anneliese Kaohal

 

[Anneliese Kaohal]

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A small smile crept onto her lips as Thurion spoke -- she felt an almost, fatherly love when he spoke to her and she gave respect as she listened for the entirety of what he had to say without interruptions -- because, he was true on most accounts, however....

Annie had seen him in battle and thought what sort of power did this man truly wield? Yes -- entirely. It wasn't idol worship -- per say, but, there was a certain level of intensity that she'd felt from his very being that drew her in and left her wanting. She knew with great power came great responsibility, but when her mind came to Val even, to several Master's she'd met and gotten the privilege to learn from, she knew she still had a long ways to go but she refused to make excuses and she refused to sit idly by on the sidelines.

Taking a deep breath she spoke, her eyes staring direct at his.

"Allow me to... re-explain. Your right, I was... in awe of what I saw Thurion -- there is no two ways about that, but by no means was I captivated by the trail of bodies we left in our wake. Death, isn't easy -- killing takes a toll, its, against natural law and it rends the very soul each and every time we do so, for good or bad...."

She slowly allowed her hand to drop as she turned and looked out over the city.

"I've not had an easy start to life... I've always fought and willed my way forward Thurion. I was deemed, different from everyone else -- an estranged daughter with no family and no home. What I saw in you on Bogan was not the strength to cut down any foe, but the strength to endure, to push longer and harder than those around you out of the desire to protect, to save." She paused once again as she looked down at her hands, the small callouses that lie on them. "I see my hands and I see hands capable of doing the hard work that's needed to be done, because its never over..." She turned around and raised her left hand up, the ring that Roman Vossari had given her, the promise that he'd made her, the ring glinting in the light. "There are people in life I desire with my whole heart to protect, people... that I've not yet even met that need a protector, that will need me one day and I have to be ready....I have to be strong enough to protect them, to rise to the occasion or challenge that has yet to come."

As her eyes would once again meet with Thurion as she inhaled and exhaled softly, a soft smile coming across her face as her canines flashed in the light.

"I wouldn't change a thing about my life, I wouldn't trade an adventure or hardship -- because I can't face the world without the ones I love and I would never give them up -- but, I desire to become stronger Thurion. I choose both, its as simple as that. I know that I'm strong enough to shoulder both -- not because I think I am, but because I have to be... so, can you help me? Please, even a few pointers is better than nothing."

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Just as she'd done for him, Thurion waited patiently and listened intently, allowing her to finish her thought until her answer felt satisfactory. He peered into those jade eyes of hers while she argumented for her cause, impressed by her maturity and noble intent. She was every bit her master's apprentice and, just as he'd recognised himself in Valery the day they met, he too recognised himself in Anneliese. While she spoke, he experienced the briefest of flashes, vivid enough to make him turn his head.

The approving nod and smile of a woman, her features obscured save for locks of raven framing her face. He knew then what his answer would be.

Once she'd finished reiterating her plea for help, the High King bowed his head and kissed her hands. "You've chosen wisely," he smiled as he rose to his feet in time to shield her from another gust of icy wind being funneled through the city streets. "Learn from yesterday. Prepare for tomorrow. But live for today," he said, holding her by the hand as they resumed their climb up the hill, dismissing the easier, safer path of going downhill. His hand was enormous, the size-difference turning hers into that of a toddler's in comparison. "Such is our path, Little Firebrand."

Before the Lion's Den can be found the mustering grounds and stables, where daily exercises and sparring sessions are held. Here warriors clash using steel against steel, the old, tried-and-true way. No training sabers with stun settings — any mistake might cost you an eye, a finger, or an entire limb. The ringing of anvils were a constant as blacksmiths and armourers worked their ancient craft perfecting the art of the forge. A path was cleared ahead of them at the sight of the King.

"For the Lion," the gruff Master-at-arms hailed with a voice coarse from shouting orders all day long. The warriors snapped to attention, raising their weapons in salute. "FOR THE LION," they cheered as Thurion and his honoured guest strode past, the former turning to acknowledge them before pushing the front door open, revealing the entrance hall acting as an ante-chamber to the throne room itself. Roaring fires coupled with insulation kept the cold at bay whilst retaining warmth.

Thurion removed his thick fur cloak, throwing it over the armrests of a nearby chair. The throne room was festooned with the shields of every house and clan of Midvinter. Stained glass windows bathed the hall in every colour imaginable, each window representing defining moments of House Heavenshield. From the rafters high above hung long banners further depicting the coat-of-arms of countless houses sworn to their High King, ending with a pair of Lion Banners on either side of the throne itself, and upon said throne the crown sat upon a cushion, gleaming in the distance.

"Welcome to the Lion's Den, as it has been colloquially known. I bring you here not to inspire awe, but because of what I said earlier. 'Two sides of every coin'. This is who I am to the people out there, to this world, and to the galaxy." His eyes darted between each representation of himself and his kin, their past deeds and victories. "These depictions paint none of the suffering; none of the pain, none of the loss. They don't show you the frightened orphan at his core. How he longs for simpler times..."

His gaze sank to the floor as he idly rubbed the left side of his chest to alleviate the ache in his heart. He turned to Anneliese, speaking softly.

"You are an orphan too, are you not?"

Anneliese Kaohal

 

[Anneliese Kaohal]

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She was, unaccustomed to certain etiquette, namely the one done by Thurion when he knelt to his knees and gently, fatherly, chivalrously planted a kiss of promise onto her hand. Her cheeks flushed rose red, the heat felt from them in her eyes as she spoke aloud and acknowledged the same words he spoke to her, solidifying it as an oath now.

“Aye, Learn from yesterday. Prepare for tomorrow… but live for today….”

As he rose from his knelt position — she couldn’t help but feel honored as he once again took her into his cloak and led her through the city by his side. Several onlookers bowing their heads in reverence to the lion who seamlessly led the young fireheaded youth through his city. The feeling of belonging once again began to creep into her very being as she studiously observed all around her.

Life here was not about things, not about the tyranny of the rushed — it was the little things that made life here idyllic. A day of hard but honest labor — working by the sweat of your very brow. Bringing food to the needy, sharing stories of the days events. Bartering for things you needed or wanted — but nothing bound around the greed of money. It was about family and a deep and intimate understanding that everyone in the city belonged to that word and you protected it fiercely… with every fiber of your being. It was about the King that they all loved and the safety he afforded them all.

It was a home — a safe haven.

Midvinter.

That word echoing in her head as she began to wrap her understanding of what Thurion told her about it and what it truly was.

As they made their way up the hill and into the courtyard — the greeting he received was thunderous and resolute, his people admired their king… would lay their very lives down for him. It was a burden she did not fully understand but felt and knew it must weigh heavy upon his shoulders.

As they entered the massive hall and walked in, her breath caught in her throat as she peered and studied the banners that foretold the story of the man known as a lion — her lips curling into a smile as the words quietly slipped off her tongue.

“And so the wolf came into the lions den….”

The saying more as a stab at her own heritage. Viewing the depections intently, she listened to Thurion tell of them, of great battles and conquests — but in his voice she heard his pain, his suffering… and how the two seemed more similiar than she ever thought possible. They were both orphaned — both estranged. Her heart broke for what he’d lost — the family he might have had to bury — and the sacrifices he himself had to burden alone.

As he turned and asked her the question, she gave a soft smile and walked towards the stained glass that shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight… her body now standing before it, her frame silhouetted in the multicolored light.

“Yes — I am.” The words hanging heavy in the air — the sorrow in her voice tangible. “I was left as a cub on the doorsteps of the Sliver Rest… presumably by my mother — where I’ve been raised up and into the Order, to my knowledge I am the first of my kind.”

Turning around she walked over towards a chair, removing her outer robe laying it neatly over its arms. Turning around, her hands grabbed her hair, fixing it over her shoulder as she lifted her shirt upwards just slightly to reveal her lower back, a branded bleeding crescent moon marked upon her back — the unmistakable taint of an ancient and dark evil.

“I went to cisit my homeworld of Qiilura — to discover my roots… it’s where I’m from. I come from a species of people that can take on the form of a wolf. While exploring my past, I awoke something, it had been dormant, waiting for someone with my blood — an entity called the Nameless. It is my clans curse — it is our bloodline iniquity.”

As she fixed her shirt, Anneliese turned around, her jade eyes intently fixed on his.

“I am the last daughter of the clan of Kaohal — I have claimed my birth rite as Alpha. I told you that I seek power, not to take life, but to protect. Darker things than the moon of Bogan have overshadowed my life — my very birth was prophesied by my clan…”

In this hour of dread, a lone figure shall she stand, a flickering light against the consuming darkness. With a heart scarred by the fires of despair with a soul unyielding, she will confront the Nameless One. Bound by blood, her destiny intertwined with the darkest of fates, she will face the ultimate trial. “​

She paused after reciting part of the prophecy she’d remembered as she walked down to him and now stood directly in front of him, truly a Goliath of a man.

“I told you I fight because I have too — I must fight for those who came before me, that couldn’t, that can’t — I must bring my clan honor. However, despite what it wants me to think, I’ll never have to do it alone. I alone write my destiny — no one else decides it for me. Ashla has provided me a new clan, a new purpose — a new power. I will draw upon them, upon you, every day, for as long as I draw breath and I will protect those I love with every fiber in my being… until my very last.”

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

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Having hung on to her every word, the Lion watched her step right up to him, once more appearing like a child in comparison. He lowered himself to his knee once more, only this time it was not merely done to spare her poor neck but to also intended as a token of his respect. Knowing now what drove her to push herself so — enough to seek him out at the edge of the unknown — this gesture was the only way he could think of to relay his profound sympathies to her most worthy cause.

With wide, blue eyes he stared at her, so utterly stunned and amazed at the remarkable conviction with which this young person carried herself. He reached out to cup her cheek, unable to stave off his fatherly ways.

"I think, Anneliese of Clan Kaohal, I now understand the full scope of your plight," he said softly, his otherwise deep voice gentle like a summer's breeze. "You have such bravery, sweet lass. I saw it back on Bogan many times over. It has never been clearer to me why I was summoned to your side, and I thank the Force for its wisdom."

He smiled then, to put her at ease while slowly, so as to not frighten her, drawing the sword Anarion familiar to the young lass, gripping it with both hands and resting the tip of the blade against the floor.

"I, High King Thurion of House Heavenshield, First of His Name and Protector of the Realm, would help you bear this burden, Little Firebrand, for as long as it yours to bear. You have my sword; my council; my tutelage. I pray that you take my strength, my wisdom, and make use of them in accordance with your destiny. You will face this Nameless One, and you will defeat it."

He took her hand in his, placing it atop the pommel of his sword.

"For there is yet one member of Clan Kaohal who still draws breath."

Anneliese Kaohal

 

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Her breath caught in her throat as she stood in front of him as he knelt and moved her hand onto the pummel of his sword, the words crashing into her like a mighty waterfall.

“For there is yet another member of the Clan of Kaohal that still draws breath.”

She wasn’t alone, she’d never be alone — never again. It wanted her to think she was, but everyone that locked arms with her, everyone that offered friendship… a bridge was built, a member was added… a pack was formed.

Those words hung in the air with enough substance that she felt she could embrace it. Her eyes swelled with tears, as her lower lip quivered — a great sorrow and burden pouring from her as she stood in front of Thurion. Allowing a sob filled giggle and smile break forth onto her lips, pushing past the grief she felt, her other hand came up and squeezed his, the size between the two starkly different. Sniffling, she spoke, her voice soft and muffled from the tears she fought back.

“Thank you.”

Words that are said too much, but never enough.

The past few months had been a trail in itself for the young woman. Discovering the shadow that lurked in wait for her, the death that she’d felt and lived through on Bogan… but more than that was the friendships she’d made. The love she’d felt… and now standing before her was yet another road she would begin to walk. This road was familiar, but unlike any she’d taken before… this road was rough, new unfounded terrain and she was its pioneer — and her guide, it was Thurion. He would help her untap hidden potentials and depths to her power that she never would think possible… and the prospect of this all?… it excited her to no end.

Taking a deep breath, her hand came up as she wiped away her tears — her freckle covered cheeks damp now as she looked back at him once again, a bold and determined grin creeping onto her lips and a fire igniting in her emerald eyes, she spoke.

“Where do we begin?”

 

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The oath was made, the words spoken.

A kind smile spread across his face when witnessing the emotional impact of his solemn vow, and he set aside his sword in favour of embracing the girl as only he could; with the gentlest of strength and overwhelming warmth afforded only to one of his immense size and capacity for compassion. She was on a crusade, burdened with the righteous vengeance of her entire family and clan to see things through. Such devotion and zeal will either drive a person insane, or serve to hone their focus to accomplish their mission.

The name of Firebrand had turned out more apt than ever.

"You are most welcome," he chuckled warmly, holding her until the hug reached its natural conclusion. The King stood, sheathed his sword, and placed his massive hand upon her petite shoulder.

"I need not tell you that this crusade of yours will not be easy. It will challenge your every instinct, test your courage, and may reveal aspects of yourself you'd rather wish remain undiscovered. I will aid and prepare you to the best of my ability, but know that when the moment comes, only you may take the final step towards victory. No one — not even I — can serve this justice but you."

The titan of a man escorted her deeper into the Lion's Den, past throne and crown and heraldry until finding themselves in a private meditation chamber very much unlike the rest of the palace. Whereas the decor and craftmanship of any other nook and cranny adhered to native aesthetics, this room was decidedly more futuristic in technology and appearance, replacing lit candles and torches with lighting fixtures in line with galactic standards. A pair of meditation seats sat in the centre of the circular room, facing each other.

Thurion shut the door behind them and removed his boots and furs, as well as parted with Anarion. "These chambers are reserved for those by the name of Heavenshield — not even the palace staff are allowed in here. From this moment on, consider them yours," he explained whilst taking her cloak and folding it neatly.

He strode to the centre of the room, fondly caressing the curved back of one of the seats. "This one belonged to my wife," he divulged in a soft voice, then turned to Anne. "Whenever you're ready." For himself, Thurion seated himself in the opposite chair, folding his legs in the traditional Jedi way.

He waited for her to join him.

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She took his words in as he spoke his cautioning before than began on their quest — on her crusade.

So many thoughts, so many doubts — fear began to ebb and flow just at the precipice of the cliff she stood at threatening to push her over as she pondered silently. What would she uncover? What would she unveil? What potentials and untapped abilities lie within her own capabilities… but even more, what lie within her blood? What greatness was her bloodline capable of… even more, what horrors were they capable of that this Nameless seemed to latch onto and prey on?

As he finished speaking, he beckoned that she follow him and without hesitation she did.

Moving past the throne room and through the corridors the scenery changed dramatically as they came into a secluded and hidden meditation chamber. She was used to the serene environments of the Prosperity, but this room — the energy that it exuded seemed alive and before he spoke, she understood the importance of the room the two now stood in.

Loosing her shoes, and dropping her utility belt with her saber, she walked delicately behind the man until Thurion approached one of the two chairs he spoke just how secluded and private these chambers were… and when he included her in the name of Heavenshield, she did her best to calm the fluttering heart that beat within her chest… it was an honor she felt not worthy of… but one she would forever hold dearly too.

As he spoke of the chair before them, belonging to his wife, her hand delicately brushed against the seat, basking once again in the honor she was being given — but, as her hand came into contact with it… an echo of laughter, a soft but resolute feminine voice and feelings of resolve and strength would fill her mind — she too was strong and firm, unmovable as the man that sat before her. The time they had both spent in this room had left an imprint, an echo — one she could clearly feel and would draw strength from moving forward as an anchor, as an inspiration.

Now, sitting as Thurion did, crossing her legs her emerald gaze met with his once again.

“Before we begin… Would you tell me about her? About your wife?”

There was a childlike innocence in the way she asked the question, inquisition of knowing someone she’d never met within her gaze— and a deep and profound sincerity to know and the desire to hear him speak of her there.

 

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Thurion was taken aback by the question. Her sudden interest aside, he knew not where to begin when attempting to describe his wife to someone too young to have ever even known her name. That she showed a genuine desire to know her spoke volumes of her character.

He rubbed his palms against his knees, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his trousers.

"My wife... Coci," he uttered softly. "We spent the last 60 years together. We lived, loved, and fought together. She was the last thing I'd see when falling asleep, and the first when I'd awake. She's the mother of my children. She was my friend," his voice broke at the last syllable, having to break eye contact for the moment.

"She, uh... She's gone. I cannot find her, not with all my powers or knowledge of the Force. There is no trace of her, other than the lifetime we spent together and the family she gifted me." He swallowed, still unable to consider aloud the alternative. If she were dead — if her life force was snuffed out — he would have felt it galaxies apart. It was the not knowing he struggled with.

He wiped the mist from his eyes, then set his gaze upon Anneliese anew.

"I spoke to Roman Vossari as you were recovering after Bogan. He loves you greatly. Take it from this old, weary soul; do not run from it. Do not hide from it. Embrace it. Grab hold of that feeling and never let go. To whatever lengths this crusade of yours take you, do not forsake love in favour of duty."

Giving Anne a moment to consider his words, Thurion's back straightened as he assumed perfect form.

"Now, let us begin. I mentioned earlier how this undertaking of yours will test you. This being — this Nameless One — will use your fears against you. So, our first task is to discover your greatest fears, that you may learn to face them. Will you permit me to enter your mind, child?"

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The way he spoke about his wife, Coci, it was enough to bring about a contagious smile that stretched across her face. Her freckled cheeks, flushing slightly as her emerald gaze continued upon him as he described her.

The tone began to sour as she heard the towering man’s voice crack, Thurion, sitting before her, sat there alone with her words and memories yet without her goodbye. It was a fate in the back of her mind that she feared for her and Roman — rather, she believed it was a common fear for anyone that loved somebody so deeply that they had found the better half of their soul because without it, they were lacking and no longer whole, rather a shell of what they once were.

But he was strong, and he preserved — drawing strength from her memory.

The conversation changed, he changed to Roman and her. Rather running from the emotions that were presented, from the Love that began to deeply take root, he encouraged her to fully embrace it, to find strength in it and to never let it go.

She would love Roman Vossari until her last breath would be drawn — and she had so solemnly sworn and resolved to do this from the moment she first set eyes on him from across the way in the classroom, to the first time he spoke to her, to the first time he kissed her, to the moment he resolved to live his life by her, for her — and with her.

Speaking, slight tears of her own slowly rolling down her cheeks she spoke in a soft voice.

“Aye, always Thurion … and thank you. She sounds wonderful, and I know she would be proud of the man sitting before me.”

He now turned the conversation to the trials that would now come before Anneliese. Trials that would test her in ways that she may not want, but it was just another roadblock in her waythat she would have to get through to safely make it through to the other side.

What did she really fear? That question had always haunted her, always nipped at her heels. It was the word that drove her to train harder, faster, and more persistently than anybody she ever saw in her class. Was it inadequacy that she fought? Was it fear of not being strong enough? Was it fear of letting someone down?

Deep down, she knew one fear that always gnawed at her core, ever since she discovered her lineage — what had her other family members and her bloodline been capable of, and was she capable of horrors she’d not yet known or seen?

Nodding her head she looked at Thurion, relaxing her mind, and opening the doors to it. Reach reaching out within the force she spoke.

<< “You may.” >>

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

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The Lion nodded, then set about entering the mind of the person sat opposite of him. Eyes narrowed, staring intently into hers with eagle-eyed focus as the outside was shut out, becoming an inky blur until only the two of them remained. As his physical form closed his eyes, his mental image awoke on the other side; a spiritual representation of himself traversing the realms of her mind conscious and subconscious alike.

Within, he summoned forth a great library of recollections from her entire existence, and began sorting through her every waking moment. Like antique tomes did he scan page after page, each volume dustier and more dilapidated the older the memory. In this imagenary study did he pull out the oldest tome he could find, within which he witnessed a swaddled babe on the steps of the Jedi temple, crying loudly. In his incoporeal form, Thurion knelt by the infant and caressed her cheek, comforting the child into a peaceful sleep until the first Jedi arrived on the scene to take her inside.

He stayed by her side through her childhood, watching her grow from a red-headed bundle of joy into the young woman he'd come to know. During an early training session, Thurion's aethereal representation would lend aid again by reminding her to tuck in her elbows and adjust her footwork, helping her achieve victory in her first sparring match. Thus far, there was little sign of any crippling fears, for her young mind remained disciplined befitting a Jedi in training.

Jumping forward to a later volume, Thurion delved into the harrowing Battle of Tython as remembered by Anneliese. He watched the intense conflict unfold as a non-existent bystander, focusing on a frightened child being forced to defend herself before her time. The Sith acolyte was in ascendance, superior in strength of arms and time in training, and surely would have prevailed. As her strength waned, Thurion intervened by adding his strength to hers, shoring up her mental faculties and emboldening her spirit, and together they slew her foe.

In the aftermath of the battle, the Lion witnessed the emotional turmoil she went through, struggling to come to terms with having taken her first life. He felt in her an immense fear as a black shadow loomed overhead, its claws digging into the teenager's fragile mind, causing her to doubt herself for the first time; the path she'd wandered, and whether it was the right one for her. The shadow known as Fear would have taken a greater hold of her were it not for Thurion stepping in, his bright aspect chasing the creature away for the time being. Long enough for her to refrain from making a decision she would later regret.

The last tome he opened showcased young love in the making as Anneliese and Roman Vossari made their feelings known for the first time. At the slightest hesitation, the specter would encourage her to act on those feelings, and as they reached for each other's hands for the first time, Thurion would urge her to complete the loving act rather than shy away from it. Yet even now that same shadow loomed, still gnawing at her. Fear of losing the man she loved. Fear of hurting him. Fear of having to choose between him and her clan.

Thurion took a deep breath and closed his eyes, causing the library of memories to melt away and the inky surroundings to resume their normal shape, and with a slow exhale did his physical self open his. To relive old memories and potentially reopen old wounds would have taken a toll on the brave lass, emotionally as well as mentally. After what he'd seen, the King darted forward and embraced her where she sat.

"Oh, my brave girl," he comforted the orphan babe anew. "It's alright. Breathe..."

Anneliese Kaohal

 

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True she had allowed him in -- versus it being forced, but that by no means prepared her for the flood of emotions she was fixing to feel.

Grief entered her mind as she relieved the realization at a young age of being a lone cub -- an oddity among the Silver Jedi Padawans. Her memory flashed before her eyes at the fever that set in at an early age -- of the visceral transformation in becoming her natural form, a wolf, a predator, an apex creature. She'd been upset, singled out for still not having been picked... and then, the world went red.

Flashes of being told to be 'muzzled' echoed in her mind.

"...Freak. Outcast. Outsider... You don't belong here!..."

Jedi or not... kids, growing up could be life's cruelest experience. To find one's self, to truly grow into themselves sometimes for others took a lifetime... but not Annie, a flame, a determination always drove her... always guided her as if somehow Ashla herself whispered assurances, love and grace into the young woman.

Several memories of Masters seen simply tolerated and acted kind -- but no true warmth or initiative to help her would be seen. Flashes of her crying in her room, hugging her pillow, playing by herself, pretending to come home to a Father, a Mother... yet nothing but loneliness was seen. No meals shared, no paternal kindness -- just a sterile and cold environment.

Hours spent alone on a training field, calloused hands -- tears of striving to be accepted heard echoing in her mind. Would she forever be alone? Would she gain a Master? Surely -- they would see how hard she worked... how she strove to hone her craft.

Images of her teen years flashed now -- the thrill of an older Jedi Master, abruptly calling out younger ones -- and finally accepting and taking Anneliese as a Padawan. This joy however, was short lived.

The sounds of screams would fill her mind, the smell of blaster fire, the clashes of sabers heard... and then, in her own eyes she stood over the body of the Acolyte that tried to take her own life, but failed. No matter how much she washed her hands, she couldn't get rid of the blood she felt, she saw... all because she thought she could help her Master, who, with his last breath -- told her to continue, no matter how hard life was, no matter who overlooked her... always, she needed to persevere.

Ashla would find a way for her.

Flashes of Valery Noble face would now be seen; her smile, the warmth of her laughter, the security she felt when she protected her... and above all, the love Anneliese felt for her "surrogate" mother would radiate her memories. Valery had accepted the young Firebrand for how truly tenacious she was... and so, a long stream of memories would flash. From the Crystal Caves on Dantooine, to nights around a campfire under the stars -- to several missions.

Fight after fight, mission after mission -- the girl fought with everything in her being.

Love -- sweet, innocent and bridled love.

Flashes of Roman Vossari from across the room. The sound of his voice when he answered questions... the kindness he had for others above himself. The morning on the training field -- no one was around, yet somehow, Ashla had made her way and brought him faithfully to her. The feeling of a crushes first kiss -- to secret meetings.

Memories now flooded of her first steps on a strange, but familiar homeworld. Primal instincts kicking in as she laid eyes on the Eldar Tree. A dark and ominous presence and shadow now making itself known as the Nameless spoke to her. Fear, Hate, Dread, Loathing, Sadness -- everything came crashing down. The eerie sound of the prophecy of the Koahal Clan would echo in memory, forever branded in her mind... but yet, a spark, a fire that seemed fanned by so many hands in her heart fought against allowing it to be a self written prophecy. Sounds of snarls heard as she stood in her wolven form in front of others of her kind -- a new Alpha now breaking forth, standing as she stood between her and Roman, her imprinted mate.

She was strong, she was driven, she refused to stay down... yet, inadequacy knocked still at the foot of the door.

So many memories, so many emotions, so much strife and heartache for someone so young.

Yet again, her memories came to Tython -- the return of the prodigal daughter. The fury of seeing Caelan on the battlefield and the instinctual need to protect would fill her mind... the blur of battle and clashes of blades now seen. It wasn't the same as the first time, no -- there was a thrill in the fight, a sense of power that seemed to be in the back of her mind, an animal, dominance.... the thrill of stalking ones prey. Yet still, she fought... the fear of what if's regarding her bloodline still filling her mind.

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She gasped deeply as tears streamed down her face... the instinct to panic and hyperventilate threatening to take hold as her emerald eyes darted around, almost unaware until she focused on Thurion and the sound of his voice, her hands latching onto his forearms.

Forcing her mind to focus on the light that was her breath she inhaled shakily, over and over again as she forced her breathing to slow down, her hands shaking.

It seemed like an eternity before anything would be said from her, the young fire-headed woman solely focusing on regaining her faculties until, finally, she spoke, in a voice just above a whisper.

"That was... more intense than I expected..."

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

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The Lion held the fiery cub for as long as she needed, allowing her to vent her emotions regardless of what form they took. To revisit any lingering memory could be harrowing, but to intentionally seek out ones fears, old and new, was especially demanding. A lesser mind might succumb to them, becoming trapped in that fearful moment and potentially rendering them mentally instable for the rest of their lives. Jedi place the majority of their training on mental discipline and spiritual harmony specifically to strengthen their minds to such assaults, as they can be taken advantage of by their darker brethren.

"Deep breaths, little Firebrand," he consoled. "To delve this deep leaves your mental and emotional faculties brittle for a time. Focus on the here and now; our purpose, your surroundings, me." Thurion stroked the back of her hair, and through his embrace he shared with her his warmth and comfort. He clasped the sides of her face with both hands and held her in place, staring into her eyes mere inches away.

"You hold a great many fears," he told her. "As do we all. Fears evolve as we grow, but traces of their past iterations linger." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I watched my brother perish in flames when I was but a small boy. Even now, if I close my eyes and think back to that moment, I can still smell the cinders; I recall the taste of ash on my tongue; I become paralysed by the screams." His eyes opened. "Eight decades later, and I am still fearful of fire."

"To master one's fears does not make one fearless. Our fears make us who we are, same as our strengths. They are an experience no different from our successes. I can teach you to embrace your fears — I cannot erase them. To do so would be to remove a part of Anneliese Kaohal," he explained, brushing a lock of crimson behind her ear, "and that I could never do."

Thurion helped her to her feet, keeping her steady by resting his vast hand upon her shoulder.

"We will begin again tomorrow. By exposing you to your worst fears, you will learn to accept them as part of you. At that point, the Nameless One will have lost one vital weapon in their arsenal, removing it from the equation. Fear shall not be the bane of thine crusade, little Firebrand."

What followed was a familiar groan stemming from the young lady's stomach, prompting a laugh from the High King. "Hah, there it is! It drains not just the mind and spirit, but the body as well. Come, let us feast and recharge our batteries for the morrow!"

With his immense yet gentle hold of her shoulder did he urge her towards the exit that she might gather her things.

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Anneliese clung to Thurion as though he were the only anchor in a tumultuous sea. The warmth of his embrace, the steady cadence of his breath, and the comforting weight of his hands on her face brought her a semblance of calm. The process of delving into her deepest fears had left her feeling exposed and vulnerable, her mental and emotional fortitude stretched thin.

She looked into Thurion's eyes, feeling the depth of his experience and the wisdom he imparted. His words resonated with her, and she drew strength from his presence. As he spoke of his own fears, the fire that had taken his brother, Anneliese felt a pang of empathy and sadness for the pain he had endured. His ability to confront and accept his fears despite the passage of decades inspired her.

He understands, she thought. He knows what it's like to live with these shadows.

Thurion's hands on her face grounded her, and she focused on the here and now, just as he instructed. The gentle touch of his fingers brushing a lock of her crimson hair behind her ear was a tender reminder that she was not alone in this struggle.

As he helped her to her feet, she felt his vast hand upon her shoulder, steadying her. The familiar groan of her stomach broke the tension, and she couldn't help but manage a small, weary smile in response to Thurion's laughter and remark about the rumbling emanating from within her stomach.

"Hah, there it is! It drains not just the mind and spirit, but the body as well. Come, let us feast and recharge our batteries for the morrow!"

Anneliese nodded, her voice still shaky from the emotional turmoil. "Thank you, Thurion," she whispered, her gratitude genuine and heartfelt. "For being here, for helping me... I don't know what I'd do without you."

She gathered her things, feeling the comforting presence of Thurion by her side as they made their way towards the exit -- she couldn't help but reflect on his words. To master one's fears does not make one fearless. Our fears make us who we are, same as our strengths. The thought lingered in her mind, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. She knew the road ahead would be challenging, but with Thurion's guidance, she felt more prepared to face her fears and embrace them as part of her journey.

As they stepped out into the cool evening air, Anneliese took a deep breath, savoring the moment of reprieve. She glanced at Thurion, her mentor and protector, and felt a renewed sense of determination.

Tomorrow, we begin again. One step at a time, I will learn to face my fears. The Nameless One will not have the power to break me.

With a sense of resolve, she walked closely beside Thurion, ready to face whatever challenges the morrow would bring. Together, they would conquer the shadows, and she would emerge stronger for it. Inhaling and then softly sighing -- she reminded herself -- today was just the first day of many to come. Patience Annie... patience... life isn't a sprint, its a marathon. Tomorrow is a new day.