[Day 2 - LN] The Witching Hour [Closed]

[Delia]

The three storm troopers looked at the woman and repeated what she said and then promptly forgot she had even been there. They continued their patrol as she made her through the smoking ruins of the Aznuri Enclave, she did not feel much los at their passing she had seen whole empires rise and fall and far more and worse massacres and genocides over her extensive lifetime.

She found her target or more she sensed it, a subtle pull of the dark side, one would have to know what they were looking for to notice it. This was one of the reasons she had returned here after all this time, unfinished business she had been afraid to resolve.

Time had stripped away that fear, now all that was left was the will. She knelt and felt around the ashes of the remnants and pulled out a dark crystal, that had been a necklace an heirloom she presumed, foolish primitives if they only knew the power they had resting on their necks.

She brushed away the dust and said, “Somethings should not be forgotten.”

/screenwipe to darkness