The Void's Shadow

[Fredrick]

Haunting, it is how many Shadourians described the medical wing of their temple since the last few years, the haze of its shadows becoming nearly opaque as the pristine, yet feeble light of the kolto tank hovered them.

To a Shadourian, darkness is a welcoming thing, bringing life to them, as would oxygen to any living thing. Although, the darkness that was found there, resonated with the echo of a void, like a silent whisper with no winds to carry it away.

A constant, inexistent burden that heaved on all shoulders like the knowledge that a slumbering predator lurked nearby... They were not far from the truth though, for one did remain in suspension between life and death within the temple.

In essence, death was what drove them to such restlessness as they lingered nearby the hovering carcass of the young warrior. It was not the fear of loss, for they knew well that his soul would join with the Force and brought back through the purifying cycle of death, birth and rebirth…

It was fear of what he made them see…

All life, and death alike was bound to the infinity of the Force, no matter their role nor their importance, all were shackled to it, and to live without it, was to deny the very nature of existence.

It is what he did; live, without the Force. Existing as a void, cut off from the rest of the universe, both by the fragile membrane of the glass cylinder, and in spirit, a shadow of living death itself, an image of the true darkness that lingered beyond the Force.

The Silent Shadow…

 

[Reanin]

*This wasnt exactly her ideal way to spend such a beautiful day on shaderon, but some things had been put off for too long..So much had changed sence Eins death..but no friend should be forgotten..and this vistit had been put off far too long...she knew he wouldent be awake..it had been years now...and as far as she knew he was still there. It almost brought tears to her eyes thinking of such a dear friend in such a horrible place.Nothing discusted her more than these medical centers..They seemed like a place you go to die, not extend your life.

She stood in front of the large doors seperating the medical wing from the rest of there amazing temple. It was like she was stepping into a gateway to darkness. looking the doors up and down, She already hated the place...She couldnt stand it..Veran had been such an amazing friend...and for the past few years he had been nothing more than an empty shell..but she knew that was no reason to abandon a friend.

She took in a deep breath as she walked through the large doors of the medical wing into a fairly large lobby with a long desk at the far end. Very few people occupied the large lobby, but that didnt really matter. The one person she came to see was surely here..not that he had much choice.

She approched the large desk, and spoke softly to the receptionist who had seemed to be watching her sence her arrival. She forced a smile onto her face, and began to talk softly, but clearly*

"Excuse me mam, could you point me in the direction of where your keeping Veran Rejin?"

"Sure, ill have one of our nurses excort you, are you a friend of his?"

"Yes mam, i am."

*A slight smile appared on her face.*

"Thats great, he doesnt get many visitors anymore, but dont loose hope...Here, just follow our nurse, she'll bring you to him."

*A young nurse walked up beside Reanin and began to walk down one of the long narrow halls, she followed not far behing her..She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throught and quietly said to herself..*

"Please be okay..my old friend.."

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*The looming shadow that enshrouded the medical wing in and endless void of desolate emptiness did not consume him as it did all toher things that were unfortunate enough to be swallowed in by its cloud of force ridden desparation. The heart that pounded within his hardned warriors chest was not as uniformly in tuned with the forces of the universe as it usually was. It had constantly been in a perfect harmony with the galaxy, a perfect text book surgically precise balance with the universe. For it was what he lived for. It was his one and only goal within the galaxy though it was not his only desire.

He paced quitely downt he hallways of the medical wing. His boots tapping lightly agains the flooring made a light tap against its hard frigid surface only to be drowned out by the Shadows almost none xistant vaccume lock upon the area. His robes did not dance behind him as they usually did, though such things mattered very little in the big picture of the galaxy, though at the moment, neither did the big picture.

Brown eyes sifted through strands of died brown hair as he focused only upon the fact that one of his dearest friends had been contained to a medical bed for the past few years of his young life. No emotion swept through him, though he knew that to do so would not be ac rim in any sense of his personal belifes, though he had learned from experience that emotion was best used only when nessicary. Veran of course, was more than enough reason to be considered a nessicary situaition, though he felt that unless actions matched the feeligns within than there was no need for such pain. Fate's wheel had spun yet again and called out to the only living Apprentace of the Enternal Shadow. the one that still lived within himself.

Into the deepest abyss of his soul did he lock away all that was The Eternal Shadow. His thoguhts his emotions, his desires, all that was within him was Damien, though that was not all that he was. He was Adrian, he was his own person, though upon aggreeing to such training he knew that his master would forever be a part of him, and he embraced such an honor.

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to lay eyes on the true beauty of the planet. The only light within teh shadows, and it was a heavenly one. Her angelic presence filled the room even now through this desolate haze of despeairity that darkness of the medical wing had been bound to for the last few years.
He bowed deeply before her showing his respects. Though he did not speak. The two new eachother well, Reanin had been a Shadourian Master for some time now. Though there friendship stemmed back to the birth of the Order. as did his with Veran.

The last of the Dematri walked silently besides the Angel of Shadows, engageing in convorsation with her only through his subcioncious thoguths, though it was more than obviuosly appearant thet the two shared the same commong hope, the well being of there old friend. The end of the medical wing was where the darkness that enshrouded all that was not ap art of it semed to be at its pinnacle. The keypad to the doorway already programmed to admit the two masters of there respective trade and it did so willingly. sliding open slowly to reveal to them exactly who they had came to see*

OOC: now that your back i can write well again lol!

 

[Fredrick]

Shadows gloomed over both Master’s as they stepped in, shrouded into darkness as the door close soundlessly behind them, a solitary pillar of light standing between them and the pale figure that swam within the realm of dreams.

Dreams to most, are recollections of ones past. Dreaming oneself awake, one would live past trials, yet a shadow he was to the world, and so was he towards himself, his dreams as obscure as the reason to his persisting existence.

Atrophied muscles swam within the kolto, as they had ever since his search for knowledge upon the barren and accursed planet of RhenV’harr…

What he had found however, was but an enigmatic work of art; a lightsaber, crafted ages ago it seemed, bearing the shape of the rippling water across a peaceful ocean, with its blade shinning like a green star within the frozen caves of the desolated world, displaying the same threatening spectacle that showed the floating carcass of the Shadourian apprentice.

Memories flooded his every thoughts, not his own, yet he could not recognize to whom they belonged either. He drowned within nightmares of a distant past, unable to center himself, unable to escape and unable to breath. He was his own prison, and he struggled to get out, but to no avail.

A faint sound, not belonging within his torment , then reached him…

Alarms…

 

[Reanin]

<span style="font-family:Arial">*She ran quickly to the kolto tank which had imprisoned her dear friend for all these years. He was slightly jerking around in the tank, possible drowning, possibly a nightmare, she wasnt sure which. But his support systems were quickly failing, so she would have to get him out, and fast. The thick glass around him seemed to be slightly splintering, she couldnt realy see it yet, but she head small glass shards chipping from the rest of the tank. It had to be a dream he was having, it was nothing macanical making the glass fall, or the systems fail, it was purly and simply the force, and she knew that within seconds the tank would shatter.

She looked at the doorway that now had atleast four or five doctors all trying to walk through it at the same time. She outsreached her arms, preventing anyone from getting to the tank, the force was too strong to be controled..they had to let it run its coarse, and if what she expected was ture..she may just get to see her friend for the first time in years. She turned her head back towards the rest of the group, including adrian who clearly knew what was happening. She sounted as loud and firmly as she could, making sure herpoint was clear.*


"Everyone cover your eyes! Stand back! Dont go near that tank..its going to explode!"

*As soon as she was done speaking and everyones eyes were cover the tank burtsed, and safty glass fell to the floor, and she could feel her boots getting wet from the kolto. But then she heard a loud thud on the floor...and ran towards the remain of the tank to find Veran lying on the ground...Slightly breathing.

She fell to her knees, and pulled him up from the ground and rested his head on her lap..*

"Veran...Can you hear me?"</span>