Entry Number 050603A
I turn off the lightsaber, breathing heavily. I set it beside her head and stare down at her, at the burning scar beside her left eye. Pushing myself off, I look back at Navaien who smiles at me, just a little, before pulling me into a hug.
Above us, the ship was starting to land. My eyes adjusted to the sight of one Naate Jeboe'i, her headscarf being messed up by the wind, with Raller holding her by the shoulder so she doesn't fall off the door. I stare at them, and back at Rellia, who seems like she had passed out. In the distance I hear a wail, the dragging of footsteps and I see Rose, pushing herself towards the laying body of the Sith.
She drapes herself over the girl and touches her scar, red eyes dripping with tears for the first time in 17 years. I stare at the girl, and realize that many things have broken her.
"You'll be happy with us, Vestar." Navaien says, looking up at the ship that housed Onré, Raller and Naate. My eyes go from them, to Navaien, to the laying bodies and then to myself, and my lightsaber. I could have a better life. Leave everything behind.
I look at my father, his form freezing in the white snow. Rose's sobs fill my ears as she presses her head against Rogan's chest, trying to comfort herself in the beat of the other's heart. I look at Navaien's comforting, honey brown eyes, begging me for something I know is up to me to decide.
What should I do?
Above us, the ship was starting to land. My eyes adjusted to the sight of one Naate Jeboe'i, her headscarf being messed up by the wind, with Raller holding her by the shoulder so she doesn't fall off the door. I stare at them, and back at Rellia, who seems like she had passed out. In the distance I hear a wail, the dragging of footsteps and I see Rose, pushing herself towards the laying body of the Sith.
She drapes herself over the girl and touches her scar, red eyes dripping with tears for the first time in 17 years. I stare at the girl, and realize that many things have broken her.
"You'll be happy with us, Vestar." Navaien says, looking up at the ship that housed Onré, Raller and Naate. My eyes go from them, to Navaien, to the laying bodies and then to myself, and my lightsaber. I could have a better life. Leave everything behind.
I look at my father, his form freezing in the white snow. Rose's sobs fill my ears as she presses her head against Rogan's chest, trying to comfort herself in the beat of the other's heart. I look at Navaien's comforting, honey brown eyes, begging me for something I know is up to me to decide.
What should I do?