Through the Living Hope

“Tch.”

“How do you know it should be?”

Aerith was, once again, alone. There was still a chunk of time left before they arrived at Thyferra. Time for her and her crew to get to know each other a bit better. Though… she needed more time alone before she was ready to face anyone. She didn’t want them to see their captain, a Jedi at that, this distraught. …. Should she look at it? It may make this state worse. But… perhaps there was more to her to see that she didn’t understand at its weaving five years ago. Aerith approached and opened one of the two crates in her room, hesitating a few seconds before opening it. Her arms slowly lowered, then rose, pulling out a rolled up tapestry. She held it with a fearful reverence and gently set it on the floor of her room, unfurling it, a sense of dread and cold falling over her as she did. The top middle of the tapestry depicted a cloaked figure shrouded in a veil of darkness, though now she recognized it as the backstabbing Chancellor Palpatine. Apart from his snakelike yellow eyes, the entirety of the tapestry was composed of various shades of red. Beneath him, an army of clones carried out his malevolent deeds, and the bottom showed a mass grave of Jedi bodies. Some held unignited lightsabers. And then in the top right corner… a pattern almost too small to see. The left half of the symbol was that of the Jedi Order, with wings and a star in the center. The right half followed a similar but different design. The curve remained, though it was smoother. There were protrusions at the top, rather than the star near the base. She didn’t recognize it. Perhaps that was something yet to come. Time would tell.

As far as I’m aware…. Me

“If you’re really God, you should know how well they work.”

“Tch.”

“That’s… not what I was…..” …. How many of Zarthia’s lessons are actually true?

“No. People are humans.”

“I’m not a person. I’m a dragon.”

“Well, no.”

@Keke @CoderDrag0n8@Through the Living Wrath @IcedOutPenguin @ChipsAHoid @Shatter @SpartanBrigade

“….. Again. Wut.”

“………… wut.”

She blinked. “Wait… Who are you? Where am I?”

“Why do they call?”

“How do you find them?”

“Are the ones remaining good?”

“Could they be defeated by many working together?”

“Are they killed?”

“What happened to them?”

“What role do they fill?”