Until the world start again...
Author: Revan sama.
Game: Star wars Knight of the old republic.
Character/Pairing: LSM/DSM Revan and Arren Kae. (Romantically or not...That will depend on how you see it)
Author's note: An old work I've modified.
Title: Until the world start again. (finding a title is a misery...)
Night spreads across the sky, awakening the stars and moon from their slumber to begin the parade of luminescence in the shrouding darkness.
Glimmering shimmers of their merrymaking cascade down to embrace the Night-Walkers, as the daring group traverses the dangerous ensnare of the ebony camouflage littered with the fearsome sadism of living beings.
Jedi and Dark Jedi, scarier than the beasts of the black abyss, control society through the talents of their special powers. Light saber and the force, largely specify numerous aspects of their abilities.
That was how people would describe them these days.
But what was true or what was false was another story.
Master Arren Kae relies less on her connection to the physical world to make her judgments and complete tasks and more on her inner strengths and powerful insight.
Time, has been very kind. She is still beautiful and youthful, retaining her ivory complexion and large light blue eyes.
If she closes her eyes she can have that vision again.
The vision of her own death...and what consequences it can product.
She tries her hardest not to, even though she knows full well what will happen.
He will kill her physically.
Her love and trust for him will destroy her mentally.
Flames danced. There was no other way to describe it in her mind. It writhed, it dipped, it jumped and glided to a beat of its own, the chemical reaction releasing a show. Oxygen, energy, and fuel, combined to create something like life, joyful release into the darkness.
Arren Kae couldn't help her fascination with it. Whatever her problems with her force-sensitive heritage, the symbol always seemed so alive.
Master Kreia's realm was not hers, spiraling webs of concern over unkind reality and facts.
She had never had much interest in such things.
In that perspective, he was more like her.
Revan...her most brilliant student.
He was so silence. Always had been, always focused on the next hurdle, and what to use to get over it.
He learned quickly. It wasn't just based on the force, nor his incredible hunger for knowledge, no…It merely increased the amount of information he could process.
What he could do, he learned, and there was very little he could not do once he put his mind to it.
Light sabers, history, healing, strategy-Into the field he bravely struck, conquering subject after subject by experimenting and practicing. She loved his determination, his will and knowledge to do what needed to be done, and his courage.
For Revan, she materializes in the midst of the blossoms, carefree like a young girl.
She spins around once or twice, letting out a guileless laugh he had never heard from her.
His master Arren Kae is once again the young, carefree padawan of her youth; the girl she should liked to have remained forever.
She looks back at him with a smile full of white, crooked teeth and raises her hand in a wave goodbye. He lifts a hand in return… the same hand he uses to end her life after falling to the dark side.
After finishing his task, stabbing her in the back until the blood flows no more, he turns her over and lays her in the center of the world of Malachor V.
A small smile hangs on her lips, and he mashes his own lips together in an effort to hold back a sob.
He has succeeded; meeting him in the world may have been agonizing for her, but he has made sure that her way out of it has been painless.
And yet, as he stares at Yusanis' panicked and furious face not fifteen minutes later, he feels as if someone is slitting his throat and stabbing him in the back.
A gloss of heartlessness descends upon him as he looks in to his friends horrified eyes, and he let them swallow him like the hellish abyss he can now send his own enemies to.
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