"Its is fine, shhh..." It took a lot time and strength to find my way in this moment, to say something I could hardly not even grasp a word to match another with in my mind, all there it was but another and another aspect without much sense to another, broken, orbits and grant spaces among them where one could jump in and out being crushed out from either side. And split from worlds holding a Sith Holocron found my self out this journey in the Meditation Hall this last two month, Darth Sabrielus had teaching me right from his learning, something no one had truly done.
It was more of an unprecedented meaning in mindfulness and absolute precision to open it, the Sith Artefact held inside its triangle sphere all its ingredients and actually, grabbed it, move that up, move the Sith Matter in your hands, trying to find the right moment, only in the right moment as when all the planets in a single galaxy have an empty road for you to cross over and spun myself around, inside the meditation Hall, where some where present in multiplying silence by the witness. There is nothing more important then feeling you belong, I felt my pilgrim had just started and returning home would mean a stronger mission to hide my powers if I wish the success I had seen in all the worlds to come together a Victory that perhaps I wont feel in my own skin, but for the once of my descendants. In the same way I held the Holocron and memory of the first Sith Adjunta Pall.
From two meters wide, each representative of its own notion set, forgetting the past and future sensing the heaviness of this body seating or standing up, thereof my vision no longer hampered, now I could relax in one place with that sense of ultimate protection nodding to the Master, twisting down my head, sensing my legs crossing inside one's spine up towards the unison. The hollowness of this pain swing my arms as its strengthen accepting the void, holding the Holocron. Down bellow, sense to the side as a Blind Guardian of the Temple watched over his Padawan, the Dark Side had its ways to convey, how polarities can hold the greatest mystery, this great hollowness, you look so depressive my first Sith of all, your core inside this patrimonial cage and now as I become you opening its gate, made a few clicks on the edges of it's corners. And detecting the tests to pass, I remained emptied as a hollow flute where its music could pass, any rejection or want, would make my ego vibrate as the death who seats without a body or mission, I set there in mortifying silence. The apprentice of a Jedi, whom welcome was among Sith presence what we Sith are not afraid off, death, the surrendering of the self to a higher, immortal entity we can pass timelessly through any finite, called the force. Its triangle gates opened. It made me pale but he knew I wasn't absent.
"They will want to be you as the ones I had teach wanted me, they will run to get you tirelessly, they will want your body, dead or alive, your children, if you show remorse, they wont even allow your raw power to surpass them, you must go in exile and from the 5th dimension, pretend everything is well and nothing is that you are doing that will threaten their perversion."
The answear of the force left me in a rush of relief, nothing much was to be said, towering a God like voice it resounded in my spirit to breath again. Why would the first Sith of all, after working its technique for 14 years, vanished for millenniums, trap in time tell me this. A courtesan from the Empire, a delivery asinine, an avenguer. He was too a ghost in the shield freeing from this Holocron wishing me to keep it in a low.
They say that we Siths are the resentment existence of the Jedi Order, that Adjunta Pall was the first who turn their back. Could start sensing how he did on everything . Then the psychic information, downloading through my fingers and hands, its words without a sound passing through me with the same denial, matching secretly with the most macabre plan, identified in me the destine he invested so much in. The amount of freedom and, regret to be cough in it without return and suddenly there it was in my palm and as if I was behind a water fall, could sense the currency of its energy falling down, vaporous blending with antic dust and a warm welcoming and attractive ambient inside my heart, yet so raw.
Its gates closed, my face clenched and my limps drawn back in pain, obliterated of conscious thought, an holocron resting in my hands. He knew his place his place in the Galaxy, he knew everything. I realized that regardless of what happened, time will tell me how much it will be prolonging to duel any longer than necessary. From the most primitive imaginable reason towards the future.
That memory could hold together for ever and stood up willingly.
"I will return to the past to have my children back, stop time." Shuddered, the others were starting a Snoke now as he started to move and I squeezed my hands onto this curse, until my muscle bleed. I could feel his soul closing down, as love can turn dark, and this contaminated version of a hidden woman. An horrific smile moved at first from him, as if my Exile will bring him everything from the Unknown Legions. I wished I could shout inside the ocean, into the empty mountains, had seen it all again and again would return as if nothing had happen and in my quest to stay, he said go.
