Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170110195854/@comment-19164168-20170228001337

(Finally back after letting my, eh, writer's block have it's way and hoped for it to shoo away. The recent days did not treat me well :\ )

The young Padawan found herself standing atop what seemed to be a desert-eqsue planet, in front of what looked like a temple built on the foundation of countless remains of failed acolytes.

She could hear what sounded like a light laugh as a sort of purple ghost stood beside her.

"What is this..? And who are you..?" She asked the ghost. The latter eventually faced the former.

"You mean you don't even know me? ...I am a part of you, a blemish on your ... fragile psyche... I am you... and you... are me.

...And you are a part of me that I wish to keep. Like another that will eventually be split between light and dark, on a moon that carries the will of a being that killed a world, to open his eyes to the truth.

...Whether or not you will survive the days to come, I am most curious to see, as I can only do so much to preserve your life."

Atop the Padawan, a piece of the temple she was under in cracked, and the large debris seemingly crushed the Force-Sensitive under it's weight...

The last thing that Elara heard was the same laugh from that ghost, before she fell into a dreamless sleep once more...

(there's my epilogue. Sorry if it's not well-written, as I lack inspiration still :c)