Irya Vae

            It was a sound of beating heart. She breathed the air once again. The light that was pouring inside the chamber through a little gap in the wall brightened her bruised and sleepy face then reflecting in glimmering silver eyes. For a time her red skin resembled that of a demon but those silver jewels were always there to soften the whole image... 

            I can't remember when was the last time I've stopped and looked around me. There is no place I can call home anymore, or there never was. Been running ever since, from something, someone. No one told me why, no one warned me. Monsters with claws, dressed up as humans in black, holding swords and ricking of death. I've seen them only twice and the last time I've met them I died...

Used to love Tython, the colors of Voss. All those scents, trees, soft grass, the wind. I am losing the smell of it, the one I used to feel when I was a child, and ... my mother's touch, her gentle smile and warm hand resting upon my cheek hugging me tightly. She used to take me out with her, showing me the magnitude of the World, like having desire to fill up the newborn mind with limitless wanders of the Life, but in truth trying to wake the Force within me. I was three at that time I think and, all we did, was just a childish play to me. But then something happened. She kissed my forehead and pushed me away. I stood there confused and... hurt. So little explanation, such abrupt scenario.

On Tython, I've met a man. My life started to take its course, against my will. From the warm and breath taking wonders to hell that constantly follows me. But that hell made me the way I am now. I'm survivor. I've never thought about the outer worlds beside Voss, and at the time Tython. Things I've learned came when I was separated from my mother. And the man I've met at that place wasn't just an ordinary man. He could use, what my mother called, the Force. But I couldn't compare the things he did with ones my mother showed me. I,... was afraid of him. He was the same red skin colored being like me. His piercing eyes gave away the feeling of the one who could read your thoughts and drain your soul out. Always standing tall and proud, every move he made would be determined and firm. Never doubting, never hesitating. His words slashed like weep and, he was asking the same things from me. He was my master, as I soon realized my life's course, training to become ruthless sith.

For five years I've spent with him, I've seen a lot and learned much, about the ways of the Force, about the Sith Order, or at least I thought that way. At a time I wondered why my mother didn't send me to Korriban to train like all those who had the affinity to the Dark side of the Force. Not so long after, I think I got the answer. But nothing mattered anymore. We are but a small pieces of some larger picture.