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Compilation: A Page for History
-Osimasika Skocha-
Artist daring to move forward has nothing to lose.
My room is dark, my office is empty and dark.
Through all the arts I have passed and repassed,
All except poetry, rhythm and stories.
With an atrocious air my brush stares at me and mocks,
He won't have the last word, on my honor.
A little panicked, but determined,
I pull out ten blank pages and face my fear.
The first words that reach me take their time.
But little by little the others flow into my heart,
Sweat in my mind and sing often.
Dew of Alderaan, ferret never dies.
Silver edge, quiet cry and there,
Two lions fly over a sleeping felinx,
She dreams peacefully and breathes life, I believe.
Like her sons who in her womb are so small.
And under the sun piercing the dark leaves
I wonder: Where does the shadow judge come from?
So I rise, I stretch and I cry out:
'Fall! It's really crap what I write!
- Burned by fate -
Karthakk the Ruthless is finally resting. He will soon return to spit his ceaseless flames on my dying world. It is said that a cruel demon lives there. If that's true, I hate him with all my soul.
Night falls, Khons and Kild escort it, and illuminate the Spine of Lok, casting the shadow of its vertebrae on the ground as if they were small clouds. This world of sulfur and dust darkens before glowing in the soothing cyan blue of its moons.
But tonight, a last flame persists. A last blaze struggles against the invasion of darkness. The one behind my back, the one I abandon, the one in my home devoured by fire.
I hear the pain of my brothers, the screams of my sisters, the cries of my mother and the silence of my father... and I close my eyes in this sweet night. The night I finally take full control of my life. The night my past in ashes dies in ashes.
I move away from the stake and sink into the darkness, my shadow in front of me weakens then doubles behind me. It is the shadow of a free man, of a dangerous man, of a monster born from the flames.
The city is finally waking up to the cries of my family. They may try to help them, maybe not, but it's already too late. The neighbors who don't leave to seek help watch me go on the plain of rock. They may be wondering why I walk into nothingness when I could help them. For the smartest who have understood, they must be wondering what got into me. Others will say that it is the demon of our star who ended up roasting my brain to possess me. It's already arrived.
These madmen... They don't suspect a thing. They have not assimilated what is happening here. They do not even imagine that they will all go there, one day or another. This world never forgives, this galaxy never forgives. They didn't see what I saw. Neither the eternal meteor shower, nor the blaze of my heart, nor the power of the Immortal who has recently called me. It was his voice that set me free, that repeated my name over and over again, and that needs me as much as I need him.
My master calls me, and he has come back from a long trip to see me.
He constantly whispers to me: Xemvis Reggnev... son of fire... my Chained Flame... »
His coming is imminent. Just like his... no... our victory.
One day, under his infinite power, I will return, I will burn what remains of this world, I will purge our enemies and all who resist us, and I will melt the cruel demon with my own hands.
- ...And, how do you spell that? ? -
" Clan Egil is the tree from which the branch of Clan Farr split off a few years ago. Their Revanite support was not welcome, but the separation went smoothly. Today, the branch is bigger than the tree... I come from the tree.
I grew up in its roots, which are located several kilometers from Kaas City, right in the jungle. My people as you know were born for war. Forged in blood and honor, we would rather die in pain than boredom. I was... different.
While my comrades were made of muscle and iron, I was plump, and quite frankly fighting was not my forte when I was young. But my clan was fair, and although I felt a bit apart because of my differences, it didn't segregate me. Maybe out of kindness, maybe thanks to the omnipresence of my parents in the clan. However, war has always been inevitable, you always have to be prepared for it, and when the monsoon brought disease to my people, I finally discovered my usefulness. With a few herbs and a little well-placed bleed, I was able to prove to the clan that sometimes resisting death takes more than weapons and courage.
Care, physiotherapy and later the mastery of vital points applied to combat and in the medical field made me who I am today. After a few months, I knew how to treat a hundred physical problems of all kinds... a small part in just a few seconds.
Soon my friends were referring to me only by the first four letters of my first name... which together mean "one hundred" in Mandalorian. So I was the Doctor of the Hundred Remedies.
My parents had a sense of humor, and given my father's complicated name, they decided to give me an equally complicated first name... »
The man looked at the woman who was taking notes in front of him. She was young, beautiful, crossed her slender legs elegantly, and had that look that suggested interest, curiosity... the need to know everything. Maybe a bit too much for a secretary, he thought... which, in truth, she wasn't.
He took a breath, and said his full name.
" ...And, how do you spell that? ? asked the general with the hairdo and silver eyes, a little lost.
The mountain with the beaming, mechanical red eyes smiled.
- The union -
I met her in a park, one winter afternoon, but spring weather. It was hot, the wind had been blowing all day, and he wasn't ready to give up. I was alone, I sculpted as usual a small figurine of brylark wood, an NS-429 speeder, if I remember correctly, while being quietly leaned against my favorite local binka. An old habit, when my morning at the factory ended. Children were bawling, silver hummingbirds were hovering motionless in the clear sky, and everything seemed so calm here on Gel Daorn.
And then, a sudden and powerful gust swept across the small plain. The kids laughed and fell to the ground, the passers-by held their coats back, but the wide hat of a refined silhouette took off without warning. The poor woman tried to catch him but the strong breeze was more agile. When the black wool wide-brimmed hat passed to my right, I raised my hand and froze it in midair in thought. I stood up and grabbed it. The figure stilled, somewhat shocked, and when his gloved hand, shy and so small, approached to retrieve his hat, our gazes did not let go.
Her fiery hair was tangled in the wind, her green eyes were lost in mine, I had the impression that the whole galaxy was silent for us. When she lowered her chin and smiled discreetly at me, I knew my heart had been spellbound, and I had captured hers. It was absolutely classic love at first sight… a bit too much perhaps.
After a long moment, she opened her sealed lips to address me… but suddenly her tender gaze hardened, and with a quick and violent gesture, she propelled her hand towards what was happening behind my back.
There, a little thug, a young thief from the alleys tried to seize the wooden figure that I had left near the tree. I thought at first that the fear of being caught with his hand in the bag paralyzed him, and gave him this panicked expression… but I quickly realized that the woman beside me was also using the Force.
In a small fit of rage, more cute than dangerous really, she lifted the thief and gave him a monumental thrashing. Like a towel that was too wet, the poor kid bumped into the tree, the ground, went up, fell violently, again and again. First in shock, and already madly in love, I did nothing, then my soothing hand came to rest on the shoulder of the beautiful zabrak.
'I think he gets it,' I tell him.
...
A year later, we were married. And nothing was going to separate us.
Then came the war...
- Or the Force -
… The war on Gel Daorn.
An event that turned our lives upside down. Like an unforeseen hurricane, its lightning ripped through our world, its deadly waves made our cities crumble, and in less than a month, our civilization was just an old heap of ruins and blood that had no place. than in the past. The few survivors took refuge in the mountains, in the mines. My husband and I were rushing through the basements as our neighbors and friends fell in a rain of plasma behind us.
We stayed a month underground, then wandered a year on our desolate lands, among our corpses. Many had lost their minds, but we persisted in seeking life…hope. And when at last we found him, when finally a chance presented itself to us and held out his hand to us… my husband did not take it.
Treason. He preferred to abandon me, his own wife, rather than abandon his own political ideas. The half I tracked that day are still alive. The other that stayed on Gel Daorn, and spat in the face of the Empire, is no longer. I don't know how the Jedi found him. Alone and sad among our parched and cold people, I imagine. Pathetic.
The Empire discovered my powers shortly after we arrived in the capital. I was separated from my group during an unpleasant customs check, and was taken to the sith. After my success on their red, arid, dead planet, I came back changed. I learned to live with what my husband tried to bury in me: rage.
I let my face be inked forever by the tradition of my imperial brethren. I let my soul sink into the dark inferno of the Force. I let the tulip that I was turn into the raventhorn that I am. A beautiful flower, armed with its thorns. A perfect ensemble which finally knows how to express itself, defend itself, conquer, surpass itself, which has broken its chains, and which is now free. At last.
My loyalty, as well as my total gratitude to the Empire, is well established. The day my husband dies by my own hands, the entire galaxy will realize. Today I know who I am. Today, there is no going back.
Today I am Sith.
- Star-zou -
[Warm rain in night Dromund Kaas. Usually cold, but there hot. Perhaps sith scorched skies with constant rage? Don't know... For a long time everyone lost their minds... locked up. Alley breathe better, think better.
I've been in the alley for four years, almost five. Family not there. Dad mom dead. Not eaten enough, gave it all to Je. Not sad...beautiful. Admirable. Afterwards, Uncle Aunt take care of me. The sad.
Aunty dead. Too hungry, robbed Empire. Bang ! Tonton too hard to feed Me, too hard! He is weak and hungry, but loves Je very much. Too much pain. He attempted to kill Je. Strangled. For that I like that... I run away.
He froze to death one day. I alone since before, since strangled. I saw Empire pick up morning. All dead. All alone. Sad.
You hungry ? Grass or flour? Not luxury, all I find.
Not a good search yesterday. Hungry yesterday, found this and big-lizard pate, but no more left. Soon lack of water, for that tile, rain zou bottle. Just wait.
I found You too, so maybe have a good search. Depends if you walk. Otherwise I repair, you will see. I good mechanics. Little fingers go everywhere.
You wheel big-bobo, huh...? I occupy, you will see. Yes Yes !
I'm moving house tomorrow. Wholesale-guard not happy pass I here. Others okay, I invisible, I small, but He naughty... or He paid for naughty. Sad...
How do I wear you? Arms for house, You encumber...
Ah! I suspend, you become a backpack! Yippee! Must second one day.
Dark skies there, warm rain... Oh-oh... Storm soon. House move east corner. Strong wind otherwise.
Oh, look! Star-zou! Rare ! Rare normal star even, too clouds. Sky behind, beautiful, imagine... Blue? Purple ? Gold ? Or color do not know? Maybe sun? Waaaaah!
Why am I discussing you? You don't have ears. You little dead machine, no brain works.
…
Nope ! You friend!
Hug...]
- Threat from the past -
My dear Andronikos,
I was in the middle of a robbery in Mos Igis four days ago. Everything was fine, one of my best shots in weeks, me, a third of the gang, and some explosives and varium acid... and then one of my men died, which screwed up everything. Apparently a guy, wanting to defend a grandmother who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, put one between her eyes... A guy who had a tattoo around his eye... tall, strong, bald and tanned...reminds you of someone ?
I knew our last conversation was a bit dry, but I didn't know you were still mad at me. After all these years... In fact, I even took it a bit... personally. You know the strong, scary and above all loyal guys, there aren't that many around. You have to look for them far away. They are expensive, and they all have constant use. Until they don't have any more.
This hot season has been particularly hard without you. The Wybenn Gang is sorely lacking in your expertise in the field. By the way, Yther salutes you. She's the one who sent you this message by crossbow. Read it fast and burn it before your sweetheart sees it. It would be a shame if she found out...
I could have asked for that arrow to be sent straight into your skull. Know that you still owe me one. And above all, never throw yourself between me and my goal again, or you will regret it bitterly.
Well, it's time for my soup! I hope that our paths will cross again soon, in somewhat friendlier circumstances.
Take care of yourself while you wait.
Your Lady
♥ ♥ ♥
- Dementia -
" Go ahead, soldier. Start from the beginning... suggested the young woman, holding her cup in one hand and her personal tablet in the other.
Facing her, the seated soldier acted as if he were tied up. He didn't move, huddled on himself as if to take up less space, and stared at the ground as if an invisible corpse was there.
" I saw things... Not normal things... Things I couldn't even explain... You have to believe me. he articulated in a voice frozen with fear and paranoia. " Guard soldier might be the ideal position anywhere... but not with this neurotic psychologist... I can't even sleep anymore. !... Please... help me...”
The young psychiatrist sipped her hot karlini, eagerly awaiting what was next. The poor soldier forced himself back into his nightmare.
" From the first days I knew something was wrong. Some days don't pass at the same speed in his apartments. For no reason...I heard things...the screams of some of his patients...their screams of rage and demonic laughter...followed by his own. Sometimes she can have seven different facial expressions at the same time. There are days when she seems strange... others when you really wonder what she's doing in this position... One day I saw her beat a kitten to death with a damn pestle ! »
The soldier paused. Doctor Laro still didn't look very shocked. She motioned for him to continue. Wiping his pale face, he struggled to evoke the rest...
" One day she came back to the office, completely naked... She was smiling, like it was normal, she was walking down the hall, like in slow motion, bouncing her hair... and everything else... In my opinion, she wanted to crack us up. Please you must help me now ! »
" You knew you would be subjecting yourself to some strange things by accepting this position. the woman cut in. " And you just broke your oath to keep her secrets. I can't change your situation. She just didn't do anything illegal. »
The soldier knelt and pleaded.
" Wait ! I also know something else... She killed a guard ! She killed... what was his name again ? ...Numgis ! Numgis Fraal ! She killed him in cold blood, I have proof ! stop her ! I am not crazy !! »
Alicia put down her cup in front of the man's agitation. She took her tablet, tapped the name in the Imperial archives, aware that the simple murder of a guard did not change anything. Then his eyebrows furrowed. She flipped the tablet over to her clearly insane patient and good for an interview with her colleague.
" But my good sir... it's you, Numgis Fraal... »
- The Voice of Destiny -
Eternal night is over. The darkness dazzles him. The silence burns his ears. She wakes up, and all she knows is that she's awake. Everything else is gone...or maybe never existed.
Little by little, she realizes that she is nowhere. She gets up, but sees nothing. She is in the void, both spatial and temporal.
is she dead ? Isn't she born yet ? Does she live ? Who is she ? All these unanswered questions... It may just be an illusion, but time seems to be ticking away, far from his control. She is waiting. Alone, she waits for an answer.
And then her little heart stops. Something is finally changing. But something is wrong. She screams in panic. Quick ! Something has to be done !...
Too late. Someone is dead. She feels it.
who ? Why ? How ? She only knows that it's the first time, and that this poor creature died, alone. It's not sad... and yet it hurts him. She felt it coming, but couldn't do anything.
Then comes the shiver... A current of cold air, a light but powerful wave weighs down his heart, caresses his skin, bristles his hair, extricates itself from his shoulder blades, slides down his spine, clings to his elbows as it sharpens its claws, cracks the skin around its eyes then constricts its throat and seeps into its jaw, sharpening its tiny teeth. That's the monster inside... boiling to get out. The monster heard death, and he also awoke.
She may fight him, she knows he will win. He always wins. Then when it has completely disappeared under its putrid pale skin and its powerful hind legs press the imperceptible floor in the darkness as if to paralyze a prey in fear before grabbing it to gut it, the Force appears.
Radiant, radiant and respected by all, she approaches the beast, which can only bend the knee. The little woman resurfaces, inhales like a drowned woman finding the shore, and leans towards the light.
" My child. Among the infinite, I have chosen you. You will watch over fate, you will awaken among the living, and you will awaken their souls before the fall of the sweet night. So falls to you this task, so goes life. So goes things, so goes the Force. »
Finally, in a flash, the light disappeared, the world darkened, and the poor woman screamed into the void and the night, being sucked into the darkness, before waking up, once again.
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