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07.27.2012 , 10:33 PM |
This one works for family and discovery...could go either way. It's my first time ever writing my Sith Warrior, Aranea, so yeah...we'll see how it goes. No spoilers.
I'd spent so much of my life waiting outside my father's chambers. His guards would tolerate me, show me the deference due to a child of a Sith Lord - but never like today. They had never bowed to me and addressed me as "my lord". I still wasn't used to it. It didn't feel like being home.
"Is my father busy?" I asked the guard stationed outside his room.
"Lord Senecio has instructed that you be admitted immediately, my lord," the guard answered with a deep bow. He opened the door and I walked inside, hearing it shut behind me. Now it was just my father and me, alone together. No one would see what happened here. It was better that way. It would be unseemly for my father to show his child such tenderness in public.
"Father," I managed to say before I ran into his arms. I felt so safe and comfortable in my parents' embrace. I could feel their compassion and their love in every touch.
Now I finally felt like I was home.
"Aranea," my father said, and he smiled at me. "Let me look at you."
I smiled back at him, my proud head held high. "I did it," I said. "I am Sith."
Father stepped back, taking in the image of his daughter finally having come into her own. "I am truly proud of you, daughter," he said.
My whole life I'd worked for this. It had been touted as my destiny, I'd been reminded of it at every turn. Discipline, strength, courage - my parents tirelessly worked to instill them in me. Every moment held the potential for learning. But they weren't like most Sith parents. They loved me unconditionally. It was just one of the many controversies surrounding my father.
"Aranea, you know how important it is to your mother and I that you continue our legacy. And I can feel that you have made the choice to do so." Again, he seemed to look me over, but there was something different in his gaze this time. "I can sense that you have refused the dark side. Like me, like your mother. A light Sith."
I bent my head in assent. I could sense mixed emotions from my father - pride that I had followed in his footsteps, fear because he knew how many enemies Sith like us could have. "I am committed to that path," I said. I remembered the philosophy with which my parents had raised me: follow the Sith Code, embrace the Light Side, and find true balance. Strength tempered with compassion, anger with mercy. I believed in it fully.
"You will find that this path is a difficult one to walk," my father said. "I wonder if it was wrong to set you on it."
"I am your blood," I said. "This is my birthright."
A pained expression crossed my father's face. He sighed and said, "I've always known the day would come when you would have to learn the truth."
I was confused by this. What truth didn't I already know? "I don't understand."
He didn't look at me. It was unlike him. Normally he was so easy to talk to, and my parents and I had always been open with one another. For a long moment, he remained silent, and I felt my heart beat faster and faster by the second.
"Aranea..." He almost seemed near tears. I could feel his pain, and it hurt me too. "You're not my blood child."
It felt like I'd been hit in the stomach with a brick. All I could think to say was, "What do you mean?"
"Your mother and I couldn't have children. We looked for years for a baby who looked like us and had a Force connection. We searched everywhere, everywhere..." His voice trailed off, and he shook his head. I knew telling me this was hurting him.
"It doesn't matter!" I said, more forcefully than I intended. "You're my parents - I don't care if I was adopted. I don't care!" I was surprised at how easily I'd shaken off the shock. It was true, I didn't care. So they'd adopted me from some backwater planet - did it really matter? As far as I was concerned, I'd been the luckiest person in the galaxy to have them as parents.
"I love you and Mother so much," I said. "Please don't think I could ever be angry. Please, Father."
"I've put you in danger, Aranea," he said, looking at me sadly. "I've taught you to embrace a philosophy that will make you enemies, and your blood purity will be investigated. If it's discovered that you have no Sith blood...there are those who would use that against you."
"I'll be vigilant." I didn't care how safe I'd be. I didn't want any other parents. "Don't worry about me. Mother too. I'm going to be fine."
For a long moment we were both quiet, considering. I hoped I could follow through with what I'd promised. I was so young, and still so naive. I didn't really know what was out there yet. But I believed my parents' way was the right way. And I believed that if I followed their path, I would be fine.
"Trust no one you meet," my father said. "Unless you've met them through your mother or me."
He handed me a small chip with a holofrequency number on it. "If you get into trouble, and you can't contact your mother or me, this is someone you can trust. Her name is Meenah Revel. She's...like us." Another light Sith. There couldn't be that many of us.
I took the number. "Don't worry," I repeated. "I promise I'll be all right."
My father embraced me again, this time holding me for a long time. I breathed in his familiar scent, the smell of home. It reminded me of being a little girl, and all the happy moments I'd shared with my parents. I knew I could be strong, because they'd raised me to be. I felt full of hope, even if my father's warnings had scared me. I'd be all right.
"Don't worry," I said again.
My father didn't let me go, and I realized he was savoring the last moment of my childhood. "No matter what, I will always love you, Daughter."
I closed my eyes, and shut out the future.
obv. Meenah is my Assassin...and Aranea doesn't know it, but she was stolen by baby sellers and separated from her twin sister - my Knight Kanaya!
Latula // Elaeys // Raima // Jaea // Macara // Meulin // Damarra // Kanaaya
"We will snatch purpose from the jaws of futility...are you ready to wreak some havoc?"