emile fischer

Emile: Cold Ashes

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Alone in the night, on the stormy capital of the sith, the huge dark figure remained in the blackest silence. Crouched on the branch of a tall tree among the tall trees within the jungle planet, the man stared at the ground below as a battle of emotions raged within him, unable to lower his gaze. , already dead and long lost. Nothing but a pile of ash, a few charred rocks, and an aura of death, a feeling of emptiness, a great absence in another time and in his heart, lay ten meters below. Could he have prevented this tragic disaster? Alas, no… fate had decided otherwise, and prevented him from changing this sinister past, etched forever in time.

Never had this place seemed to him so empty, so silent, full of dead lights, buried and replaced by a cadaverous and ashen monster, destroyed in the depths. Exactly like him...

Falling to the ground, the ragged-hooded man landed heavily, then strode toward the pile of charred dust; a lot of memories for him. Before the flames, here were his books, his toys, his bed, his walls, his house, his family… Here he was born.

As he advanced on this small mound of cold gray sand, the remains of certain small objects, mostly metallic, partially emerging, caught his nostalgic gaze. He recognized each of them: from his father's ax to his mother's skewers, from the kitchen stove to the flagstones of the stairs, from his own rusty old penknife to his sister's tiny charred shoe. But at the slightest touch, everything disintegrated and flew away like sad dark snow in the wind, however absent. Was he really all that was left?

Suddenly, a subtle reflection of light caught his eye, a little further in the ashes. An object, small but now of gigantic value, was calling her name.

A thousand treasures for him could not replace this jewel; his diamond eyes twinkled, his skin of hydenock alloyed with xonolite had resisted the deflagrations, his small cylindrical and compact form had protected him from collapse. Carefully, the silent hermit moved forward a little further, removed his hood, crouched down, and picked up the small statue. Blowing on it without even moving his lips, he brushed the colorless, lifeless powder off its nearly untouched surface.

Applying his thumb to the small totem he held in his hands, he caressed it for a few moments. Many memories came back to him at the sight of this small figure representing a lizard, climbing on itself in a spiral to keep a united and solid form. Before the incident, it was just a small totem that was supposed to watch over him and his sister from the ledge of the fireplace. Measuring only a few centimeters, it fit easily in a closed hand. Details and form blended elegantly on its simple, flexible body, and the two tiny, pure diamonds that served as its eyes hypnotized its wearer into a reassuring calm. You could almost see him move at times. No object in this funereal place could bring him such a real smile. Nothing remained in this world that was more worthwhile... Was it really true though?...

Scattered over the charred heap of ruin, earth and mud, the ashes had presented him with many objects, some remaining buried but whose presence he could still feel, just by closing his eyes. And something was missing...

Everything he remembered that must have survived the hungry fire was there, in more or less good condition… almost everything; everything had stayed here and either resisted or perished in the cruel blaze… except a pair of lightsabers. So he understood. He was no longer alone. Miraculously, someone had not perished under the burning rubble and had taken the only two weapons in the house. Remembering that they were constantly hidden under a secret slab in his parents' bedroom, he knew they couldn't have been stolen. Only he, his sister and his parents knew where to find them. So he had to find out, he had to find out who was still alive and who had been under the ashes for so long. Suddenly he rose to his feet, and a shock wave from his own midichlorians churned the earth, sent mud flying through the air, and froze every bit of ash, every burnt object, every memory, in the space around him.

Scanning the scattered cloud, the man spun around, observing the details like a child in a museum of horrors. It was almost like a dance of death, the way he opened his arms as he lost himself in the heap frozen in time. A little further on, he stopped short, and had found the funereal sight he was looking for. Just a set of bones, broken, burned, mixed with the rest, stuck in the air but spinning in slow motion.

Very slowly, among them, the front of a skull of which only the contours of the eyes and nose remained revealed. Where once had been a face, that of his mother, now remained only a morbid and cold memory, devoured by the extreme heat and buried among the scattered and dusty remains of his father. Only one body was missing. So far, everything led to believe that the orphan he had been for a long time already, was not alone. Wherever she was now, he had to find her, hug her tighter than ever before, and protect her because she wasn't alone anymore. A sacred mission was now engraved in his black heart, and nothing could turn him away from it.  ! Nothing in this world would prevent him from seeing his beloved big sister again.  ! Her …

And at that precise moment, he understood. All his thoughts stopped when he realized that the disturbance he had felt on this planet many years ago, that scream of intense fury, that terrible black rage...could only emanate from she.

At that moment, the words of the blue-eyed beast, regarding this disturbance, came back to him and shattered his dream of seeing her again.

Just a few minutes passed in a silent hurricane of pain, and the man didn't move, didn't breathe, and clenched his fist around the small totem. Then his heart regained, his ambition greater than ever, his will became unshakable. Majestically, the levitating little ash galaxy suddenly began to spin faster and faster to finally soar through the air and disappear into the distance, as the hermit put on his hood and returned to the jungle. Approaching his tender sister, watching over her, protecting her from all the horrors of the universe... from the shadows  : this was his new mission, and he was going to do everything to carry it out, as long as he remained in secrecy and silence. He could now, because he was no longer what he had vowed himself to remain... Alone.