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They had returned again.
Murmurs, whispers, and echoes. Such things were always there, in the back of her mind. They brought with them their anger, but also a feeling of security. Torn between the comfort of their embrace, and the constant fear that others more malicious would return, the young Sith was caught in a state of limbo. To be with the dead was better than to be alone, and Keket was alone indeed.
A soft breeze blew in through the open window, blowing the Sith's dark hair as she slept. Her body lay still, but her mind was racing.
The echoes faded to static. Horrible nothingness, a void of black, devoid of all sights and sounds. Her mind wished to return to it's former self, to be free of the darkness to which she was enslaved. Keket resisted. The Sith loved her masters. She adored them. Without them she had been nothing, without them she was nothing. She willed the void to vanish, praying that the murmurs would return to comfort her in her sleep, but the mind is cruel, and the dream shifted once more...
She was home.
Not the home where she was raised. That dwelling lay abandoned. Keket did not belong there, she was no longer the girl who had grown up within those walls, the memories of the house buried along with her old name.
In it's stead was the place where she belonged. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the long ornate hallway which stretched for some distance ahead of her, her bare feet felt the cold stone beneath them, filling her with joy. She felt no grains of sand underfoot as she walked, no paint had faded or chipped off the walls, both torches and red crystals gave off light, and guided her forward. She was on Moraband. Her Moraband. It existed in her mind just as it had thousands of years ago, and it was beautiful.
She reached the end of the corridor and turned left, knowing exactly where she wished to go. Hundreds of times she had walked this hallway without the light of the sun, the sand piled so high at the entrance that she had to crawl on her hands and knees to enter, but not now, not in her dream.
The temple's ceiling towered twenty feet above her, and the cold stone floor gave way to lavish carpets which felt wonderful beneath her feet. Brazers which seemed to be made of solid gold lined either side of the large room, the fires within them burned bright and hot, as if nothing could ever extinguish their flames. A lone woman stood at the center of the room, absorbed in thought and cloaked in robes of red, she looked into a rectangular well made of grey stone.
As Keket approached, the woman spoke.
"I have missed you."
Her words were full of sincerity, giving Keket a sensation of warmth.
The woman in red smiled as she turned around to greet Keket, her eyes golden and hair black, braided into an intricate design which continued down into four long braids down her back.
"You have brought a friend?"
The woman asked. Her gentle smile now more inquisitive.
Keket's expression changed from mutual pleasure to confusion. Someone was here with her?
She turned around to see whom the woman spoke of and was greeted by a familiar face. One which was not human.
"Nyph?"
Said Keket as she recognized the face of the feline, a black margay who strode right up to her leg, brushing against it just as Nyph had done countless times. Keket was tempted to pet the animal's soft fur, but thought it disrespectful to ignore the priestess who had greeted her.
She looked up, leaving the cat be for the time being. So many questions filled her thoughts, but she couldn't seem to find the words. Her mouth opened to speak, but as she did, she felt something wet touch her ankle, followed by pain.
Like needles slowly being pushed into her ankle and then slowly twisted, Keket felt the nerve endings in her leg flare up, her mouth agape, she gasped out of pain as she feel to her knees.
Before she could reach down to her ankle she was assaulted from behind and she cried out in pain. Claws dug into the flesh of her back, and another set of jaws clamped down on her left arm. Fur brushed against her skin, but the sensation now brought fear. Fear which gripped her mind as she felt her own body begin to be ripped apart by the savage margays. Each one of them a mockery of her beloved pet.
Her eyes filled with fear, Keket looked towards the priestess for help, pleading, begging, for an end to this agony. In desperation, she reached out towards the woman, her only source of salvation. Wrapped in gauze, she now saw her hand as it truly was, sickly, pale, and covered in decay her arm reached out towards the priestess in vain.
The woman in red did not move, her expression one of disappointment. The sound of ripping cloth, flesh, and sinew filled the air. Whiskers brushed against her cheek...
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