Memoirs of a broken Psyche

[Joslae]

Pt.1
Shattered

"My name is... My name... Who am I?"
A broken mind asks the final scrap of his sanity.
"What am I?"


A Mind shrouded in Darkness, convoluted memories in a maelstrom of pain and regret.

Yet in the Darkness, his sanity resides. Somewhere.

Locked behind an eternal wall of sporadic dreams.

Dreams? Or Memories?

Memories? Or Nightmares?

SET US FREE. LET ME OUT!

A scream from within, reaching with arms manifested only by conscious thought.
Only to be whipped back with a sharp dagger of pain striking across his spine.

"Lash him again."

Another voice resonates from the Darkness. A voice gruff and harsh, a voice not his own.

"He's got another fight soon, Boss can't have him refusing to fight like he did last time."

REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE U̶̖͉̲̦̱̫̲̇̉̒ͩ͛͆ͨT̵͔͍̰͙͚̩͖̟̓͌ͧ̋͌̈́ͦ͢ͅA̺̥ͯ̿̀̚H͖̺͖̯͇̹̣̼ͣͪ͛͝I̧̳̘͈͈̙͔͖̽̌͛͋ͧͤͮS̟̩͔͚̯̣̰ͭͫ͘!̝̍͛͜͡ ͔̱̑̅ͥ̑̇̽̋͂  YOU ARE.̛̪̳̥͇̣͉̞͓͌̑ ̭̣̭̼̘̼̎͗ͣͯS̠̖̱̝̋̎͜Ȉ̠͖̟͈̥ͩͯT̡͈̓̉͛ͮ̓͌̊͊͜H̸̨̨̝ͪ̐ͪ̚!͙͎͇̭͖͉͙̾́͟͞

"I did not raise my Son to be this weak! Fight the Pain Son! For your House! For your people! For House A̵̓̌̈̑̌ͥ̈́ͥͮ̌̚͏̪̦̠̫͚̙̙̼̳â̙͙͉̑̍ͣ͑͌ͣ͗̄ͥͬ͂͐ͦ̚͟͢͞y̷̨̮̼̞̙̱̼̬ͨ̆ͣͭͩ́͟ų͙͚͉̯̙̺̥̯̙̱̬̟̜ͭ̉̓́̕͝!"

These voices drive the sanity further into the darkness, making it one with the Abyss, like the dying Embers of a burnt out flame. Only Darkness remains.

But then...

Then there is Light. The Cheers and Chants of a thousand voices. The Warm Sun on his face and heavy blade in his hand.

An Arena.

Another twisted memory?

Sense is sparse in the lands of a shattered phsyce.

A bell chimes twice.

Fight.

Twisted flesh. Hot blood. Cold Steel.

Victory.



Tͬ͐̅ͯͯ͐̊̂̉ͮ͂̆͊̎ͮ̈̌͏̵̛͇͇̠̱̰͕͍̙̗̤̠̘͔̟͓̝̜̲͞h̷̴̜̤̳͖͔͓̼ͨ̽̏ͥ̇ŗ̢̛͙͉̪̰̙̗͎͇̙͈̙̩̺̘́̌̉̑͗ͪ͠ǫ̨̛̲̤̳͖̻̟̗̲̺͉ͤͭ͒̒ų̝͉̺̻̗͙͚͛ͨ̓̌̅̔ͩͫͭ̓̏́ģ̹̬̗͈̝̱̗̣̱ͨ̂̊̒ͨ̈́̔ͫͦ̊ͥ͢h̸̡̳̤̣̱̱͎͎͈̜̬̠̭̞̮̽́ͦ͌̌̃̊̋ͮ̽̍͗ͦ͛̇ͣ̍̚͞ͅ ̛̩͖͉̘̩̮͖̫͎̦͕̱͔̮̾̈́̍̇̇̿̒͛̅̆ͤ̚͝V̵̤͍͉̹͕̫̟͉̩̦̺̗̼̬̋͒͐ͭ̔ͫ̀͟͟ͅͅi͂̏̉̂̀͋̅̂̑̐ͤͧ̎̉̚҉̪̺̖̰͎͙̪̭̻̞̳͙͚̪c̷̀̔̏̊̌͐̃̆ͣ҉͙̹̗̜̗̣̯͔̼̬͔͖̳̭̻͚̝̟t̶̲̻͍̤͇͍̮͇̳̺͚̪̞̞̥̖͉̎ͨͮͫ̀͊͟͝o̶̸̡͒͋̑̇̾̅ͭ͛ͨ̋͑̽͆̓҉̪̲̤͔͓͢ͅr̴̩̦̞̞ͭ̃̎̄̏̽͐̋́̍̈́ͧ̇́̔͌̀͡ŷ̙̟̤̠̘̺̗ͣͧͫͥ͋̄̅ͬ͟ͅ ̸̛͙̺̰̯͎̫͚̬̩̲̙̟̞̟̎ͧ̅̉̆̈͌̓͞ͅm͂ͬ̾̾͆̊̃͊̆̚҉̡̲̳̳̼̗̣̰̹͕ỵ̵̸̬͖̙̠͕͍̙̠ͪ̉ͤ̐͑̑̽͌̄͋̌͋ͬ̎ͮͯ͟ ̢̼̤̰̐͂̑̊͒̿͋͊̃͂͒̃͐̿̉̑̆́͘ͅc͂͊̈̇̃͆ͮ̊ͯͣͪ̔̓̎ͧ̚͏̷̛͍̭͕͚̙̯̮̝͙̮͘ͅh̡̡̼͙͑ͧͩͥͤ̎̇̓̊͋̅͗̽͆̌͘͡͝ͅǡ̡̬̦̱̳̱͇̺̝͖͚̤̘̙͕̲̙ͦͯͩ͞͠i̛̲̞̬̣̗͍ͥ̓̌̂̂͒̀̆́̄͌̈́̽ͪͬ̚ņ̷̴̢̟̭͙̝̲̙͎̻͊ͧ̆͋ͤ͝s̸̵̘̝̭̹̜͚̝͓̭͕̺ͫ̐̊̋̐̐͋̓ͦͩ̉̆̓̍ͫ͑̏ͬ͜͡ ̧̩͚̦͚͑̄ͬͧ̓͒̉̒̾̽ͨͧ͐ͬͅả̶̛̺͍͖̟̖̗̝̠̦̠̯̯͍͂ͥ̔̐ͪ͋̿ͨ͋́̔̈͂ͧ̊̑̚͘ř̨̧͇̱͕̳̹̠͚̘̫̫̮̖̮̤̩̱ͤ͊ͪ͟͞e̢̘̰͍̣͖͓̝͊͗ͦ̐͐͗̋̍͌̇͂͐̕ ̸͐ͧ̊̓ͤͯ̾̎͆̓͆ͣ̆͒͊͛̀̀̚̚̚͏̘̗̣̩̤͚͇͙̻̺̘͍͙̰͇̣̹̜̳͞b̡̝͖̘̩̥̮͊ͨ̑̎̔̾̇ͥͨ̈̅ͤ͘͠ŗ̙̘͖̖̗̻̤̺̠̲͓̲̞̜̙̓͒̓͐ͥ̀͞ǫ̢̫̥̮̯̰͖̯̭͎̹̍ͧ̏͛͂̌̄̄ͣͫ̃͒̈́̕ͅk̴ͧ͗ͬͬͦ͊͆̒͌͏̶̩͕̦̝̱͍̪̻͍̺̝̙̤͇͎͉͍̯̙́͝e͋ͪͮ͛̑̈͗ͥ͟͡҉̸̴̺͉̹͕͙̮̣͉̖̪n̨̥̫͍̺͔͇̫̮̤͑̓̆̂͝.̶̢̃̈͐̽̎̇͊ͭ̇̄̿͗̚͟͏͇̮̬̤̹͖̝̺̬̩̙͚͇̖̙̗͖͙͘.̧̝̘̤͇̬̙͓̹͎͚̲̪̹̪͙͓ͣ̅̀̒́̊ͧͭͨͩ͢.̨̮̖̥͖̬̈͊̐ͮ̎̒͗ͧ̄̚͟͢͠


A body at war, a mind somewhere cold, dark.


FIND YOUR ARMOR Ủ̦̟̠̘̜̘̻̹̳̙̟͍̻̳͈̮̥̗̃̑ͬ͆ͦͥ͑͌̑̎͡T̡̯̬̞͈̰̀ͥ͐͛͌̇̍́̀A̵̹̗͓̗ͪ̄̒ͬ̆͒͋̋̋͊̽͋̏͐H̷̜͓̙̦̣̣̥̖͍͋̊̌͒̂͆̆̐͛̌̀́̏̇ͧ͜I̵̦͇̳͖͇͙͖̘͂̈́̏ͩͯ̉ͣͥ́̐ͪ̈́̍͐̒͢͟S̿̌ͪ̃ͬ̌ͤ̎̇̀͞͏͚̮͔͔̗̣! IT WILL SAVE YOUR MIND!

Armor.

"He took a beating that round. Thought he was done for at one point. You! Change his breastplate!"

The Same gruff voice calls.

Warm hands, roughly grasp different parts of his corpse.

Stinging burns.

The Smell of burning flesh.

Don't die.

He want's to.

YOU PROMISED YOU'D PROTECT HER!

"She is already betrothed."

His emotions are dead.

HE TURNED TO OUR ENEMY!

"I'm tired of all this killing."

He doesn't care.

HE STOLE YOUR THRONE! YOUR BIRTHRIGHT!

"Avenge me, son. Kill L͗̄ͤ҉̵̭̘̟̗o̧̤͇͍̫̭̳̠͖̰͖͍͇͕ͫ͒ͣͪ̃̊͆͌̓ͯ͌ͦ̅̈́ͧ͟͢ͅr͑̈́͐ͩ҉̵̢̛̻̗̟̫̯̪̱̻̠͔͎͞d̴̡͛ͮ̌ͤ͏̮͖̠̜̟̞̝͔̺̪̰̳͕͖̥ ̶̬̺̲̘̺͔̤̤̳̱̱̜̣̭͓͖ͩ́̍ͤͩ̍ͨ͐͂͆͡T̵̷̯̮͇̳͈͕͖̭͈͔͕̯͕̙̣̟̫̰ͮ̂̂ͩͯ̈͗ͪ͂͌͒͜ͅẙ̪̗̞̺̳͕̮͎͇̟̩̠ͪͩͩͭ̒́ͣͩ̆͘͡ģ̧̢͔̯̠͉͖̠͎̂̈͑ͩ̇̃̒͆̔̿ͫ͛̊r̨̼̯̩͍̤̿̅͗̈͜͡͝e̵̡̩̟̩̪̙̯̼͇̤͈̗͚̭̝̓̈̓̄͛ͥ͋̈͗̑ͅͅl̛͎̪̝͎͔͖͚̤̩̬̮̙̠̹̈̑̋͋͂͞ͅl̸̠̼̰͇̭̤̳̦̱̱̯͊́̿̾̇ͯͬ͑ͧ̅̅ͦ̐̆͗̑͟͜."

His drive is dead.

Don't fail our M̶̭̝͔̝̾̄ͮ͌ͯ̿͗͒ͣͨ̊̍́͟͠o̴̧̮͓̘̦͈̣͉̹͈̯̙̼̩̿ͪ̾̆ͥ̀͟ţ̦̺͕̼̼̥͇ͯ́ͫ̿̓̋̆͢͜͠h̵̫̮͕̤̭̻̺̮͍ͯ͂ͤ̿͒̍̓̀͟͠e̵̊ͤ͗ͧ̓̓̈́ͦͣ̐̽ͬ̍҉̛͖̟̜̲͍̘̦̳̼̱̟̹͓̜̺̻̘̤͘͜ͅȓ̶̷̛͓̳̬̪͖͔̤̗̯̤͇͔͍͉͈̗̖ͯͨ̍͋̅ͤͫ͗̇̿̉̃̕'̵̆͆ͫͦͤ́ͤ̓͊ͥ̈́͗ͬ͂͞͏̷̷͍̻̙̘͎͓̮̗̝̮͕͔̭̘sͨͥ̔ͨ̽͆͢͏̸̟͈̖̠̥̪̲̀ͅ dying wish.... Please...
Hold on.
Just for a while longer.

The Embers fight, but soon, they will go cold.

[Joslae]

Pt.2
Recollection

"My Name...My name is Utahis."
His mind pulls against the shackles of insanity, as if pulling them clean from the cold wall they're bolted to.
"What am I?"
He Asks himself.
"I am Sith."

The darkness that shrouded his mind was fleeting. Slowly, he felt the light that sanity dragged with it revitalizing him.
His words were stable, his purpose somewhat clear.

His memories still shattered. Yet he felt great pride purely being able to distinguish between reality and dream.

Dream? Or Memories?

Memories? Or Nightmares?

Utahis, your liberation is at hand. Press on.

Utahis stood alone in the sanitation room. The warm water running down his back as he recollected the studies of the day.

Utahis has seen that banner before...
He'd say to himself.
Where have I seen?

It's from -your- House Utahis... House A̢̡͈͍̙̖̻̬̮͙̪̒̾̆̿͞͠ͅa̵̢̛̫͚͙̩̝̯͖͍̟͖̖̺͖̫͈̬̍͆ͣͦ̈̄ͧ͂͞y̴̶̳̱͓̩̥͙̳̱̮͉̩̦̪͌ͩ̂ͯ̔̇ͣ͐͒̔̑ͨ̿ͮͭ̾̏̚͡u̍̎͌̈́̽͋ͥ̿͌ͨͪͥ̚̚͏͏̸̸̹̯̖̠̪̫͚̠̖̙̜̘͚͉͖͘

His mind is brought back to the present by the sound of approaching acolytes. By pressing a button, the warm water ceases to fall. Utahis wraps himself in a towel, drying quickly his upper body before placing a clean Acolyte's robes on. As the other two acolytes walked in, perspiring from a recent spar, Utahis left, a brief nod of his head as he walks out.

He then climbs onto his bunk, lying perfectly flat on his back. Both hands overlapping on his naval. Lying like a carving of a deceased Sith on an ancient mausoleum. The faint hum of the lights is soothing. Utahis feels himself be whisked away to his land of broken dreams.


Dark.


"Utahis?"
He hears his name called. In the distance, in the dark. He sees the back of someone... Red skinned.
Like him.
Female?
Yes. Female. She's Female.
As Utahis takes a step closer, he feels the ground abyssal black ground beneath him ripple, as if each step is a rain drop landing on a still Alderaanian lake. He heads closer, looking back he sees nothing but glowing white foot prints from where he had previously walked. It was strangely beautiful.

"Utahis! It's me! Ę̷̠͚̤͍̮̲͉͕̲͎̳͔̘̺̦ͧ͂̈́̿̋̍̉̋ͩ̏̅̋̑͆̅̂ͫr̴͉͈̣̯̯̻̻̝̫̬̤̺͕͋̇͊̓͂͒ͨ̉ͭ͌͗̉͒̾͢į̴͇͔̙͖̥̣͓̞͇̗ͩͣ̍̏̓ͫ̏̿͟͝ş̫͕̺́͑̎̆ͤ͌̉͑͠͞ͅl̡̗̰̥̗͇̩̭̦̾̆̋ͤ̅̏̀͛̽̿ͩ͒̄ͫͧ̈́͝i̵̵̴̡̧̲͍̼̥̱̙̤̻̤̗͓̩̮̣̜̰͕ͤ̍̌̾ͨu̵̵̟̜̣͎̱̻̔͋̏̍ͧ̊ͦ̏̑ͥ̉̎̄͡! It has been so long B͈͕̙̹͉r̟̼̹̦̗͖ͬͮ͐o̳̮͇̱͉̅̈́t̫̼̬̦̗̣h͉̘͔̙ẹ͍̹̼̤̯͋̔͛ͩͬ͌ͩr... When will you come home?"

Utahis places his hand on her shoulder, and she turns.

He is horrified at what he sees.

The head of this "Entity" that haunts his dreams is shaking, looking from left to right to left to right to left to right. So unnaturally fast that no features can be made clear. A blur. As if it's face had been smudged to oblivion.

"When will you come home?
B͈͕̙̹͉r̟̼̹̦̗͖ͬͮ͐o̳̮͇̱͉̅̈́t̫̼̬̦̗̣h͉̘͔̙ẹ͍̹̼̤̯͋̔͛ͩͬ͌ͩr?

You promised you'd come home!

H̶͉̲̘̼͎̄ͣ͒̾̎o͍̙̞̮̳̺ͫ̍̀̃̈́w̸̻̾͂ ͯc͔͓̎͒ͬ̅ͮ̀̚o͙͌̐͑u̺͓͔͈͈̘ͦ́͐l̷̳͇͔̅ͬ̀́̂̉d͓͕̬̳̊̓͗̎̚ ̥͖͍̬̲̃̇ͩỷ̡̦͖̲̗͈̋͋o̽̋̓͗̚ṵ̷̔ ̖̗̣͓̣ͣ̐͋̒̔̈f͔̞̞̼̽͑͜ͅọ̷̺̘ͥr̦̼̦͔͈̓ͭ̾̇̈́̚̕g̞̻͙̠ė̛̙̓͆ͩͧͅt̬̑̇̈́͘?ͧ

D̝̦̫̫̓̄̋̇̓̅̂́̇o̠̩͋̂̎ͫ̉n̰̗̻͌͋̆̂ͮ'̗͚̖̝̲ͬ̓̏̒t̥͉̰̟͍ͫ̅ ̤ͯ̔̄͂̓͛y̤̤̟̮̹̖̣̅̈́̌o͚͍̻̦̞̲̟͍̊̌ͤ̔ủ͖͈̠̤̩̺ͩ͒͂͋̎ͨ̓ͩ ̺͔͆̂ͪ̅ͫ͐̋̈́ͯr̹ͤ̾̌ͭ̆̇e̘͕̖̟͚̫̹͗̈ͩͅṁ̗̠̹̟̖̍̇̓e̯͍̻͎͈ͫͬͤ̾m̫̻̩̟̤͔̪͂ͯ̌ͯ̆b̼͙̖̋͛̀̊ͣ̈́e̝̰̩̋̎r̙̮̘ͥ̓̽ͭ ̭͉͈͕͓̽̆ͨͪ̇m̯̝͖͙̯̳̲ͩͥ͑͊e̘͗̃̚̚?̬͇ͭͯ̊̅?̬̬͙̭̖̰͆ͥ̾̓ͣ̒!̙͎̇̂ͧ̾̀"

H͇̭̯̪̹̞̖̒̍̏̄̕͠Ǫ̴̜̟̙̒̆W͉͉͌̌͛͌ͣ̽̊ ̧ͦ̌҉̢͎̥̯̥̱̠͎̝C̨̗̭̭̞̝͍̄̾̽ͮ̍̂͟Ŏ̧̱̦͙͆ͣ̿ͪͩͣ͡U͛̂̇҉̦̖̝͍͉̣̙L̴̛̦̼̤̮ͭD̷̡̯͓̣̪̻͖̳͆ͩ͊̎̉̏́̚ ̴̧͑̈́́̓͏̱̪̬͎̲Ỷ̵̸̨̙͊Ô̷̼̮̮͖̍̕Ü͓̻̖͇̺̟̖̯ͩ̄͗͒͛̚ ̸̛̙̫̤̻̟̂ͬ̅ͦ͐̋̏͘ͅF͊ͪ̾̈͏͙̮ͅO̧̩̪͖̯̰̭͗ͪ̂̈́̃́ͪ̈R̨̞͎̟̯̝͓̻̼̹͛̂̌͒ͦ̆G͎̻̻̾́̌̂͑͜͜E̷̬͎̼͔̼ͭ̃ͪ̀̂ͬ̌͆̕͘T̳͎̻̝͈͌͛͐͠ ̵͓̙̣͕͙̙̞̮̔̐͂̇ͫͬͭM̵̫̪̳̓ͧE̷̴̻̜̪͂͋̄̓ͬ͗̇̀̚ ̨̢͂̇̽̓ͥ̐҉̠̪̜̙U̢͉͚̲̗̿͌ͯͫ͋̐̑̑̇́T̤̞̫̪ͭͦ͌ͦ̀͌͝Ấ͕̦̣̲̱͍̙̘ͦH̹̦̳͚̪̥̤̓ͭ̆̔̆͋͛I͇͖͓̘ͬ̕ͅŞ̴̫̰͖̦͍̓ͥ͐ͤͦ̅?̢̦͚͖̻̲͔͇̗͖̌ͨ̌͟!̙̞̜͓ͬ͂͟͜ ̶̝̺͖͐

H̶̢̘̪͚̹̘̲̙̥͚̟͚̰̜̳̠̥͔͓́̇̄̓̓́̽̋̈ͮ͛̈́̍ͥ́͆̐͒ͩ͜͜ͅO̵̢͎̫̝̫̟̫̮̙͕ͯͪ̐ͮ̔̇̒͒̒ͣ͂̉ͪ̐ͨ̚W̨̃ͣͭ̆̽̿̐ͧ̅̉ͤ͐ͬ̑ͥͦͨͭ́͏̠̰͖̭͍̭̮̖̲͙ ̛̼̼̙̤̬̙̙̩̖̓͊̊͆͆̋̆͌̏̇̓ͮ̓̍ͩͨ͑̇͘͟͟͝C̴̶̛̣̠͕̹̹̖͉͙̓̊̓ͦͮ͑̄ͩ̊ͧ́̅̒̅ͫ͂̄̚̕͞Ơ̴̧̗͖͉̺̟͍̒ͤͨ̃́͘Ú̧͎̭̟̤͇̯̼ͯ̔͌̃̓̀̄̓͝Ļ́̆̐͐͛ͨ͋ͦ̐̀̎҉̥̠̼̘̗̭͍͇̗̼̫͉̘̖͔̜͔͓͡D̸̸͚̞̖͚͉̻̞̓͊̔̊̀̈́̏̈́͌͌͑ͮ̈͑ͨ͌ͦ͐ ̷̱͙̰̮̭̱̳͉̉ͤ̿ͬ̍ͩͪ̌ͫͧ͆ͅȲ̫̠͇͎̮͕̣̦̳̯͕ͩ͊ͬ̀͘O̧͈̥̱̞̭ͦ̇̓ͦͬ͑̋̇͑ͩ͗́͘Ư̴̜̭̤͍͉̤̲̇ͩ̈́̊ͦ̀͢͜ ̴̷̛̘̺͉̫͕̩͚̠̼̠̼ͭͫ̂̀̕F̧̞̺͙̌ͧ́̀͜Ō̴̢̢̲̜͈̾̏̿̀̍ͭͫ̊̌ͅR̸̸ͩ̈́̉̅ͬ̓͊ͥ͋͆ͮ̈ͮ́̅̿̚͟͞͏̩͉̫͔̤̙̱̮ͅG̵̡̢̼̟͈͐͆̓͑̅̋͂̀Eͬͤ͛̽͐̈́͏̷̡̱͙͚̯̦̳̫̦̺̖̻̥̜ͅͅT̼̞̮̠͚̤͓͖̥̦̫̝͔͈ͯ͌͛ͮ͛̊̉̈͒ͨͯͫ͐̚̕ͅ ̷̵̥͚͙̙̘̠̩̣̺̘̗͕̌͒̎̎̕͟͠ͅY̵̰͙̰̳̫̘̱̪͚͓̰̲̻̭̮̮͒̎̈̒ͥ̈́͗̏̏̔ͧ͘O̴̵̫̮̹͚̭̳̲̲̞̗͈͉̜̩͎̤͖̔ͥͫͮ̄ͪ͊̑̃̋̊͜͠͝ͅŲ̸̛̲̩̲͔̙̮̻̲̇̆̒͆͒ͬͩ̄ͧ̕͞R͍̺͖͕͈̦̙͇͇̠̫̗̎̃͊ͫͣ͠ ̴ͮ͒ͧ̏́ͬ͗ͪ͋̔̔ͣ͂̕͏̳̲͈̹͙̥͕͕̗̰̯͍̭̟̣̭͡ͅḊ̵̛̬̪̰̙̼ͣ͛̅̾̂̽̒̍̃̇ͩ͌͝U͈̝̻̻̮̹͕̗̹͈̼͍̳̱̻̯̝̓͐̇͂͛ͥ̇ͨ͐͒̃̅ͭ̕͠T̷̴̡̰̙̳̥̦̠͓̗͔͚̰ͬ̄ͧͦ͢Y̨̨̯̲͓͉̺̯̳̖̭̘̙̺̥͖͕̟͌̈́ͩͣͦ͒ͥ̽̏̈́ͭ͡?̴̡̧̛̭̟̮̜̼̘̠̖̿͆ͥ̍ͣ̂ͪ̉́̎͋͊̄ͮ̓̒́!̛ͬͭ̊͂̾̽̄̄͛ͫ̏ͩͧͦ̉͋ͥͭ̊̀͏̢̞̥̩͕̻͖̦̼̣̺͇̞͎̰͙̥̹͜

H̨̡̧̝̮͉͕̐̿́̋̀͞Ơ̷̴̫͍͖͈͂ͬͯ͒̒̒̏̎ͫ́͢ͅW̡̖͙̬̤̯͚̱̳͖͎̲͚̭̙̮͓͛͑͒ͩͭ̈́̈ͨ̓͗ͬ͟ ̶̷̸̨̺͎̮̘̹͂͂͒ͨͤ̀ͦ̒͜C͗̋̇̃̊̆͏̵҉̳̫̯̞̼͓̝̼̞̖̖͍̼̳͎͕͙͎O̵̺̼͎̣̖͈̬̥̪̩͓̱̠̞̳̜̺̓̅ͯ͂͛͡ͅͅŬ̸̧̧͇͕͍̰̞͍͇̫̼̟̘̝̍́̈ͧͧͅL̈̓̔̓ͨ̎̿̐̅̍͟҉̧̛̥̞͕͕͉̙͍͔͉͓D̞̮͇̯̻̠͔̝͇̦̳̜̤͔͓̣̘ͩ̋ͨͦͧ̑͗ͥ̒͞ ̷̶̖̞͕̣̤̞̬͈̹̯͇̦̞̰̮̳̭̲̫̈́̒͗͛̿ͮ͗ͣͣ̑̒́͂̆͂̄͟͞Y̵̡̡̼̘̥͖̗͕̯̬̙̲̿̃͊͑ͥ̍̆̇̀O̢̯͖̯̯̤̰̘̫͍̺͕̯̿ͩͥ̈͑ͫͫ̉͘͘͢ͅU̮͙̥̮̤̘͉̜ͯ̊ͫ͋͌̆̅̍͑͋̉͗̂͌ͮ̀͜͜͝ͅ ͓͖̠͇̲̠̘̼̬̝̭͑́̃̒͋̔̉͗͂̓̉̄͛̇̂ͨ͝F̎͌ͥͯ̓ͣͥͯ̍̓̽̅ͧ̀̓ͩ͑͏̴̧͈̼͈̦̖̙͔͉̘̻̘͘Õ͛͆ͬ̒̃̓̀ͥ̀͏͟҉̲͖̜̝͓̘̜̗̮̣̩̰ͅR̟̘̳͔͈̀ͪ̊̓̉̄̂͆̐ͧ͊̅́̀͜͡͝Ĝ̡̖̪̝͓̻̻̠͔̬̳͕͖̺ͥ̄̔̓͆ͮͫͯͥ̎̓͑̾̊̀͡E̢̧ͬͪ͊͆ͮ̂́ͧͮ̎̐̍͐ͤͫ̅͏̤̠̗͔̬͓̘͖̪͙͈̦̰̯ͅT̸̝̺̼̯̞̩͚̻ͮ̑̽̓̎͌ͦ̌͘͟ ̛̩͈͇̬̠͉͓͚͚̪͇͙͚̹̹̬̹͆ͤ̍̽ͧ̂̔̓̌̈ͧ̀͝͡ͅY̷̓̑̄̂ͦ̆̾̌̓̐͐ͯ̀̃͞҉͕͕̤̣̟̦̻͉͎̲͔͟ͅǪ̴̸͕̤̥̼̈́̈́ͭ̃̂̎̏̊ͮ̾̿͊́͜ͅU̷ͧ̒͛ͧ̈̀͏̯̦̠͙͉̻̭̬̖Rͤ͂̂̔ͪ͌̏̿͏͓̗̟̠͎̼͙̭̰͓̼̠͇͘͜͞ ̸̵͕̺̺̗̖̮̩̼̻͍̰̝̮͔̺̟̗̋ͪͮͩ̂̐̍ͮ͌̚͘͞͝F̼͓̰̘̜̺͓̜͖̯̺ͥ͛̌͆ͤ̕͟ͅA̧̛̟̻̥̗̺̭͌̃̈ͨ̔̅͞Mͭ̓̇͌͑͆ͩ̀͗̓҉̪̭̺̤͙̪͉͠Ī̷̶̮̝͖͈̖͔̿͆ͤͦ͌ͭͭ͒̔̍̂̇ͤ̓̀̚̚̚̚͟͞L̸̴̶͉͙̞͓̗̣̦̹̟̬̝̖̻͔̦̲͕̎̈́͂ͨͫ̐̃͒̈́ͤ̌͆ͪ́̆ͣ̓̕Ỵ̹̦̘̠̙̝̫̦͎̘͕͈̣̭ͯ̽̄̏̍ͪ͊ͧ͊̚͜͞?̸͕̞̘̦̣͙̜̻̥̻̙̻̤̥͉͓͂̑̄͗ͧ̾͒͂̍̋̔͠ͅ!̬̦̥̮̪͚̦̗͕͚̞͉ͦ͋̒͆̈ͧ̿̃̒̎͆̈́ͥ̿ͯ́

Utahis turns to run. But Someone stands infront of his escape.


"Ȟ̸̳͚̟͇̭̤͉̱̻̟̤̥̦̼̬̉ͮ͊͋̔͗͊͆͆ͧ̀̓ͪ͊̋͐͆̚͞O̓ͫ̎͐̾͒̏̉ͯͩ̌̿ͨͧ̎̚͠͏̢̤̖̖̝̭̜̤̥͖̹̠̫̞̭̺̼W̴̧̼̣̖̬͚ͪ͂͌̐̀ͥ̓̏̉ͫ͑ͫ͋̄̉́̀͡ ̯̪̖̫̮̘͉̮͙ͩ͐̏̀̌͂ͫ͂̔́ͯͪ̊̈̏͞ͅCͨ̌ͯͦ͌̊͊̋̋͊̒ͭͣ̐̀͂͛̋͒͘͏̝̜͎͖̝̰͙̪̘̟̤Ǫ͕̙̦̦̫̭͎͙̰̘̖̪ͯͭͣ̉ͪ̈̿͆̀͋̈͐̀̈͋͡ͅÙ͇̦̘̻͍͓͎̱͉̺̯̰͈̯̻̫̰͖ͨ̎͒̅̌̎ͫ̒ͫ̑̆̉͌̆́̕͘̕Ļ̮̖̹̼̝̱̩͗̓̽ͩ̎͞Ḑ̴͊̇ͧ̑̆ͤ̆́҉̼̗̣̜͍̮̬̤͚̬̣͉̻̤ͅ ̐͂̇͆ͮͦ̂ͤ̅ͥ̅ͯ̎̒̅̃́͟͏̺̲̻̬̼͕͉̟Y̵̴̮̘͚̗̼̠̖̓͆̑͌̂̓̄͋̄́̚͞O͊͐̒ͫ̐̿ͬͦ҉̦̮̲̞̘͈̩̻̼͓̪͖̳̯͖̙̟͢U͒̍ͧͩͤ҉̞̜̯̥̱̖͕̩̞͙̟͖͎̘̠͞͞ ̵̧ͬ̑̅̄ͥ͆̽̄ͯ̄ͨͨͧ̆̀̚͏̥̠͓͖̘̟͉̱̖̳̮͖̣́F̧̦̝͖̞͔̲̫͓̖̥̼̘͎̘͖ͨͭ̋̎͌̅ͣͣ̐ͩ̄̃͜͞Ǫͤ͌̓̽̐ͫ́҉̝̫͎̩̥ͅR̶̢̢̹̖̞̺̙͎̻̗̗̯̗̱͆͗͆ͥͥ̌ͯG̪̰̺̰̤̝̓̂̎ͪͯ͒̏ͦ̌̓̈̐̒̃ͫ̋̏̒͝͠E̋̑̒͑͞͏̝͉̖̞͈͙̙̞̳͍̫̗̤̱͎̳̫͡T̶̸͉̠̘̭̼͕͙͈̰̹̟́͂̽͛̈̄̍̋̐̀̕ ̑̆̓ͦ̓̒ͨ̈ͤ͌ͯ̅ͩ̚͏͇͇͓̥͉̜̳̱͔̟̬̲̹͙̞̫͞T͇̬͚̫̼̪̦̝̠͖͍̱̠͙̓́͑̃̄̑͊̈͊̽͛̏ͣ̀͜O͚̙̯̪̣̰̘̬̯̦͔͎̔̍̂̊̄̍̋ͤͦͫ̐ͤ͂ͬ́͢ ̸̶̧ͪ̾͒̍͐͆̈͒ͣͫ̌̄̈ͪ͂̍̆̕͏̰̫̩̻̱̪̤̯̘̠Ą̶͙̘̮̖̜͖͍̞̗͖̬̦͖͛̓̂͐̑ͨ̃̀̆͂ͧ́̚͡Ṿ͚͕͙͙̜̤͖͎̖͔̼̥̼͇͓̬ͮ̒ͩ͋̈́̎̂ͩ̚͢ͅḘ͔̦̱̟̮̦̪̞̈́ͧ̓̿̈́ͤͥ̎̽̄̓̿͛ͮ̀͜͢͠͝ͅN̏̾̇ͩ̀̒̋̊͢҉̭͎̥̞͕͓͓͈͎̲̪͙̜̙͔̲G̴ͬ͋̈̓̔̈́͋̌̄́͋͏̡͉̘̲̺̝̰͖̭͚Ȅ̞̮̣̪͕͓̜͈ͥ̿͗̈́̈̏̆̒͂͐̓ͥ́͜ ̹͚̳̱̦̳̲͔̜̼̫̗̭̮͑͒̇̏ͧ̎̍ͫͪͤͭ̊͊̀̀̚͘M̢̧͈̫̣̤̝̖͍͕̼̦̮̺̮̭ͥ̿ͪ̃̀̈́͊ͭͥͭͦ̿̏ͧ͋̀Ė̢̥̙̯̗̰̰͛̓ͮ̇̿̌ͬ̇͊̈́̂̾͌̚͠͠ͅ?̟̜̬͖͕͉̱̗̬̦̫̮͍̖̰̱̘̦͋̓ͪ̄̑̍͊̏́ͧͪ͐͆̀͜͠͡!̢͉̟̳͓̬̲ͮ̿͊͑ͪ̅̚͟͡"

He turns and tries to escape once more. But something, towering above, two giant lightsabers in hand, a demon with flames spewing from his eyes and smoke permeating from his shoulders.

"Ŭ̵͇t̬̳̱̿̓̄a̹͙̥̹̮͐̃ͫͯ̿̌̈hͯ̀̄ͦ̕i̢̝̗͈̪̫̫s.͔͍͋͋͐̄ͨͥ͌"

It speaks. It's voice distorted, unrecognizable.

"Y̗͉ͪ̊ͨ̍́͂ö̜̫̭̣̲̪̠́̔̿͑u͕̦̽̑͊ͬ̉ ̪͍͍̻̞̊͗ͧͅw̪̻͓̘̩̣̲ͪ͆̓ͥͪi̩̥̹͎͖͗̒̃̾̄͆l͎͕͇̹͇̥ͥ͐ͅĺ̺̠͙̗̗̹̦̮̣̍̓͗ͤ̀̎ ̮̻̖̩̞͍͇̬̿ͩn̗̭̰̳̣ͬ̈̏ͣͩ̔e͍̩̩͚̣̱̪ͥ̈̾͗̈ͅv͔̥̹͉̻͍̓̐ͮ̑̂ͮ̇͆e̦͙̪͈͓ͫ̉̆ͥ̏̍ͅr̯͇͕̹̪̀́͊̔͗̈ ͓̲̀̓ͤ̽̓ẗ̯͙́̾̿͂̿̒̚̚ả̬̱̟̲̈́̀̔ͫͦͅk̠͉͇̣̭͐̇̉ͧͯ̀e̱̥̹̣͚͔͛ͪ͑̃̊̆̑ͥͧ ̱ͥͯ̓ẗ͎̻̺͔̣̣͚͎́͂͗͐̈ẖ̫̟̹̭ͣͩ̀̂e̜̠̱͛̋͆ ͇̖͓͔͒ͨͥ̂͐͋ͪ̏m͔̬͍͉̑ͫ̉ͣ͂a̦̝̭̙̖͉ͩ̒̽͌͆ṉ̟̺̩̱̱̝ͮ̎̽̒̽̐ț̘̰̗̪̻̠̼̿͒̉ľ̖̲͎͕͖ͨ͗̔͛e̲̠͔ͩͫ̀̉́̚.͖̤̯͑͋͋̊͂ ̼̝̞͍̲ͥ̎̈́̃̿ͯͤY͎͖̝̪͇̦̖ͦọ͔͉͚̲͗̈́͂̓̍̌̓ͤu̲̦̠̔ͤͧ̆ͤͦ̋̃ ͚̞̲̯̾̅͒S͕̏̄ͤ̽̿̓h̤̅̏͌̿o̮̝̭̟ͤ̆̂ͨͪ͊̚ṵ̗͎̅l̟̺̇ͩd͔̗ͭ̔̀ ̭̊͛ͥ̑̑̈̎h̳̦̘͍̖̤̓̄̓̾ͨ͒͐ͅå̼̝̩̪̱̫͙̤̿̎ͣ̂ͧ̒̔͆v͎̐͗̒e̼̲̯̟̤̭̍̄͛̂͆̅̽̚̚ ̖̺͔͐̓͌͗͊d̲̮̯̲̜̺̝̮̄̊͒͛̊i̝̱̩̗͎̾̍e̦̹͇̥͉̟͚̔d̥̩̬̗̠̰̝̉ͬͫͨͭ̂.̻͕̺ͨͧ̋̄̑̒̓͂ ̬̥̏̆"

It's maw opens as it speaks once again.

"Ī̢͉̜͙̯͚̺͍̮͍͖̂̎̌̇̐̎̄̓̆͐̈́̇ͯ͢͟ ͕͓̟̆̈́́̍̓͋͆̏̉̾̊̚͜ͅw̨̢͉͈͍̪͕̮̘̞̪̘̞͚̞̰͈̹͔̩̑͆̾͑ͮͣ͑̋̚͟͜͜ͅi͔͚̘͓̙̱̺̲̺̰̙̣ͪͥ̀ͤ͋͆ͨͪ̌̿̆̉ͩ͆̽͝l̓̆ͬ̎͑̿́ͣ̿̈́͛͗͏̙̠̥̖͍͚̬͜l̸̷̝̩̱̞͓̳̯͍͙̟͉̻̜̖͍̊͛͒͂̓̒̐̌͑͛͒̎̀̚̚͡͝ ͙̳̺̮̮̻͙̠̬̪̰̹̭͙̭͕͑̌̃̋́̀̚͜͠m͂̏̑ͨͯ̊̀͂ͮ̈̾͒ͯͩ̉ͨ͐̓̅́͏̸̶̨̰͉̰̫̰̥͖̹̞͍̯̦͔̝ḁ̘͎̩͎̯͖̲̗̻̞̳̟̪͉͔̘̼͐͂ͮ̀͞kͮ̒̋͢҉͉̻̪̣͙͓̠͍̰̲̱̻̬̖̲̹́e̠̗̣͓͗̄͛͊ͦ̉̽̉͐ͤ́͘͢͢ ̗̝̣͚̥͔̳̯̐ͪ̾̔̀͘͟͠͞ͅi̴̛̠̜̞̜͉̦̖̦̯͙͕͈̬̣̠̥̞͗̌ͧ̽͐̿͒̽͋́͘ͅͅt͇̥̗̝̲͈̹̬̫̳̭̝̯̎̑ͪ̀̔͒̈́ͧ̀ͪ͗̚̕͜͝͝ ̧̡̦̥̻̻̯̣͍̘͓͙̳͉̹ͮͧ̓̏͛ͨ̾ͥͅs̴̢͓̬͎͎͔͖͙͎̳̘̜͖̼̅ͬ̃͋̈́̒ͥ̈͋ͦ̄̚͜ơ̧̾̍̆̈́͐͐̉͗͒ͮ̈̓̑҉̯̤̪̜̹̦̯͎̯͍̭͈̜̦̗̥.ͧ̃ͭ̊͌ͣ͗̆̽ͦͥͮͫͪ̑ͭ̆҉̵̠̩̯͝͡ͅ ̵̡̬̝͖̠̫̺̪̭͍͈̙͙̭̺̣̜͕́ͭͮ̋͆͛͆͞͝͝ͅ"

The Demon bellows, bringing both Sabers come down, sparks and smoke follow the trail, as if the blades were made of pure flames themselves. They edge closer, and all Utahis can do is watch.

Inch by inch.

Meter by meter.


He hears a saber ignite from behind.

Fearing his mind will finally be overcome by the demons that whisper in his ear.

"Not. This. Day!"

Utahis is pulled from behind, sent to the rippling abyss floor. As he lands, he feels himself melt through, as if sinking through cold water. Struggling for air he reaches out into the dark, only to see the figure who sent him to the ground doing battle with the Demon. Slowly, it vanishes into the darkness. He is alone.

He closes his eyes trying to recollect what had just happened. Opening them as he felt warm light touch his skin.

"W̫̮̯͇̳̱̪͖̉͑ͫH́̈̓ͫ̏ͩ̆͜҉̬͍̫̺̗̞͔͇͘Y͈̩͚̬̠͚̿̿̆̈́ͩ̾͗̀̚͢ ̴̦̟̠̪̼́̂͟H̴͔̜ͤ̂͘͘A͈͌͋̆̔̕͝Ṽ̼͓̝͎͕̠̮ͤ̐ͮ̐̓ͥ͑ͅE͉̜͊͂͋͂͗͗̇ ̥̳̮͙̰̖̿ͭͪ̃͌́Y̶̫̣͕̰͈̽́̈́O̡̘͙͓̒̏̅̿̊̒͗͠U͈͊̆̒̇̅͟͢ ̸̘̪̲̗̈́̈́̔F̗̩͛̉̊̏̍̑̐ͥ̔̕͞Ö̧͙ͨ̓͋̊̂̈́̀R̖̰͓ͫ͂͊ͧ́͘͡S̜͇̠̻̮̖͈̯ͣ̏̐̚Ą̳̞ͯͤ̇̈́ͬ̌͛͝K͓̖̣̆ͫ͌̀ͧ̉̕ͅȨ̲̯͓ͬͅN̸̼̭̝̘̮̰̩͂ͧ́ ̻̩̳̹̙̐ͨ͛̏ͧ͒ͦ́͠M̳̼͖͓̹͓͖͆ͣ͆ͭ̒̋̌̚͜͡ͅEͭ̈́́̾̍̔͏͔̲̫͓͖͖͕͓!̶̛̝̗̓̓͐͂ͪ̄̀ͧ̓?̠͈̉͌ͧ̃ͧͭ̀"

The faceless visage screams.

Utahis is ripped from his dream. A cold sweat with tears running down his cheeks accompany his piercing scream. Waking several other acolytes from their slumber.

Acolyte Paolini Sits up at almost the speed of sound, flicking on the nearest light.

Utahis takes deep breaths. Catching up with what just happened.

"Are you okay?" he speaks, confused as to what happened.

"Yes... Yes... Utahis is-- I'm fine." He'd reply.

"You don't sound it. Are you sure you're mentally prepared to do this training?

"Yes. I am. I Just..."

"Very well. Get back to sleep. Don't wake me again."

Utahis peered through the faint light at Paolini's bed. Grimacing somewhat. Then dropping out of the bed, he grabs the pillow and blanket and leaves. Most likely to sleep somewhere else as to not disturb the others.

[Joslae]

Pt.3

Purpose.

"My name, is Utahis. I am a Sith Acolyte in the Horuset Powerbase. I have taught myself to speak once more. I have taught myself to be Sith, once more. I have taught myself to -live-, once more."
Utahis would take a moment, these words echo in his head as he meditates in the training room.
"I have scars from a rival unpunished, I have memories fractured and broken, I have a soul, perpetually in torment, and I have dreams forever in nightmares."
Taking a deep breath, he'd reflect on his new allies found in the battle with the undead... Uldrinn, Valkara.
"I have lost my mind, lost myself. But I will not break again. I know the coming trials will be tough, excruciating potentially even kill me...But Utahis will stand... I will stand. Aregra said I served purposefully. Utahis still hears those words. So that is what I will do. I will serve. I will ascend. I will give everything for my Empire. For my Emperor. For my new House."

Yet his mind, in this moment of clarity, still remembers the pain his body has felt. As though it is a screaming reminder that it will not let him rest.

"You still have to do it."

A voice from the corner of his mind would whisper.

"Do what?"

"Fulfill your purpose, Utahis."

"You know that I don't know my purpose. I don't even know your name. You're just a shadow who haunts my mind."

"I am the one who kept you alive when your body was all but broken. I am the one who fought your battles while you were trapped in your own head. I am a shadow, yes. But I am your shadow. I am what you used to be, I am what you used to represent."

"I still don't know your name."

"Mauler, Nuniji, Utahis all work. But... Call me Nuniji, it is, after all what I am. I've long awaited to speak with you like this. Utahis."

"Are you the one who keeps saving me in my nightmares?"

"Your own mind is working against you. In every way. Why do you think you receive migraines when you use the force? You are afflicted. No... You are cursed. You need to find your center. Piece together your past. Before the trails to come arrive.You need to be whole. I̤͖͞t̥͇̙̭͇̹͎'͓̯̟̲̰̝s ̮th̛͕̦e҉͔̩̜̘ ͇̭̻̖o̥͜n͇͍͠l͈̩͝y̞͓̘͚̱̝ ͚͓̠r̲̰̥͍ͅe͎̤͍á̬͙͓͎̜͙s̷̲o͚͈̤ṋ̝̻͍̺̬̬ ̜̦͚̝̜͎̥yo̘̼̖̙u̗̫̫͡ ̗̫̳̲̘s̶u҉̘̙̘͙̣ͅr̴ṿ̨í̖͙v͕́e̜̭̹͓͔̲̲d̢̞̺ t̛̛̗͉̣̻̱̝̺̩͙͍͉̯̦̹̠͍̭ͫ̓̈ͭ͗̀ͩ̓̀͋̿̍̍ͭ͂̓͜ḫ̴͖̬̦̰̳̫̲̺̰̥̫̭̞͖͚̓ͬ̑͗̈ͤ̾ͬ̔̂͋͌ͩͮͤͨ̅ͣ͟͝͞ͅè̸̷̤̞̼̟̫̿̌ͯ̑ͮ́̔ͬ̒͋̈́̐͒̚͠m̭͇̖̟̳̦͉̠̩̜̻̗̗͎̤̟̞̒ͤ͐ͯ̈́̓̒͂ͯ̇ͧ͠͞ ̀͒̅̈̒ͧͧ̅̅ͨ̚̚̚҉̢͔̳͇̲͉̭̘̭̦̗̟̟̥͍͟͟ͅͅl̴̵̼͉̻͉̘͎͉̙͕ͭͬ̎̇ͣ̊ͭ͒̔ͩ̌̄̓ͨ̎̈ͤ̚̚̕͘ḁ̡̡̞̲̩̲̠͔̫̟̘̭͕̜̇ͬ̋ͥͨ̀͡͡s͖͇͇͕̦͕̠̥̟̀̾͐͐͡͡ͅt̜̗̰͕̤͎̱͎̳̬͔̳͑̃̾̐͂̽̅̿̐͆̑̍̊̀̔͜͟͟͡͡ͅ ̸̢̧̨̝̗̖͆̿ͥ̓t̶̨̜͉̩̖̰̰̫̻͎̻̠͖͔̝̐̽̄͑̈́̉ͦ͆͊͒͊ͫ̕̕͠i̢͇͈̥͓̩ͮͣ̎͗̍̆̌̇̌̏ͧͩ̂͌ͩ̇̚͟m͙̝̺̹͎̳̹̂̽́̽̀̋̆ͩ̔ͬ͛̉̒ͧ͌̕è͎̦̝̜͓̝̟̟͓͍̽͛̉͂̅̔̀̕͞ͅ."

As this... Nuniji, this shade of Utahis' former self speaks the last sentence. Utahis hears nothing but muffled voice, echoed with a piercing ring in his ears. His mindself screams through the agony, Nuniji merely stands and watches. Folding his arms behind his screaming self.

"Why does it hurt?! What did you do?!"

"Why would I hurt myself? Your mind is cursed. Your soul has been tampered with. Ḻ̷͚̣̟͔͖̳̳̫̲̝͍̰̄͐͂͌̍͐̏̒̽͆̂̂̀̕͟͡ͅo̷̢̝̺̣̙͉̱̤̍͆̉ͪ̅ͩr̵̹̫̬̳͈͈͕̬̦̬͍̣ͯ̾ͥͭ̓͊̓̆ͨ̀̚d̈͆̌ͮ͏̛̺̖̳̱̀̀ ̮̹̮̘̱̙̗̼̼̫̭̑̽ͥ̓̌̍͑ͫ̿ͤ͗͘͞ͅͅT̯̗͚̪̟͈͖͚̱͈̩͙͍͚̲̿̾̈̈́ͨ̾͘͝ͅÿ̴̛̯͍̼͉̩̤̤̜́̋ͤ͗ͤ̎͛ͧͨͭ̃͘͢͝ḡ̨̞̺̝̣͇̖͙ͤͭ̏̂̉̏͋ͭͭ͋̌ͬ͌́͠ͅr̸̛̝̱̖̳̟̬̙̬̖̮̖͈͙͇̰̯̐̉̔ͬͥ̄ͫͩ̽̄ͬͥͬͫ͗̋͒̾͟ͅͅͅe̵̖̫̹̯͇̜̦ͮ̋̓ͨͯ̉̅ͣͤ͋̂̎̂̾͋̒̾́l̽ͥ̑ͦ̓͏̷̷̝͇͖̰̥̻̘̹͕̳̮̞͓͓̪͠l̶̨̨̢͓̣̳̘̱͙̯̩͔̮̬̗̺̘̤̱̯̂̌ͬ̈̏͝ͅ ̓͋̂̊͂ͫ̀ͨ͒̍ͮ̄͌͂͊ͨ͏̛̰̯͈̺̣͕̹̹͠d̡̛͔̬͙̣͎͖͈͉͎͓̬̤̟̺͙̤̼̓ͤͮ̊̈́ͤͪ̍ͭ̄̽̌ͨ̀͞i̶̜̫̳̬͈̙̟̫͚ͮͧ̅̒̆̅ͪ͢d̴̶͈͉͕̳͔̞̺̙̹̖̟͚͓̼̲͓̣̺̝̆͒ͩͫͩ̆̽͋ͪ̑͟͠ ́̌̐̅̈͊̔̆̀͆̍͛̏̒̃͝͏͍̫̜̝̙͔̕͜t͛͛ͪ̔ͤͪ҉̣̻̙̹̩̥̘̠̘̣̟̦͕̘̰̭̙̗͓̕ḩ̴̮̣͇̝͍͖̳͕̘͖̮͖ͪ͗̿̋̌̎ͯ͊͒̒̽ͅį̷͍͎̩̠̼̳͆̆̌͆̓ͣ̈ͬͭͩͥͦ͛̚̚s̶̡͕̼̦̥̙̖̩͍̣̩̯̣̦̻͔̝͖̏̉͗ͧ͑ ̷ͨ̾̈́̒͗̂̇̎͛͑̑̏͐͗ͬͦͦ̉͞͏̵͇̟̬̭͙̥͕̥͔̫̳̦̘̖̭̯ṭ̛̛̞̯̪̥̜͈̓̎̚̚ö́ͪ́̏̾ͮͯ́҉̸̫̥̞̗͎̻̝̟͓̪̗͕̘͎͉̱̝̩̠ ̛͔̤̭̻̺̺̖̪̯̟̯̹̤̜̱̘͐̒ͩͩͮ͒̓̏ͤ̆̎ͣ̀̀ͅy̿͊̈̓̍͊̊̀ͮͥͬͭ͑҉̣͙̘̦̹̜̲̤̭̭̙̫͡o̢̡̨̥̰̪̖̠͔ͬ͗̂̐ͦ̓͗̉̔ͦ͘͠u̢͔̼̦̗̭̺̓ͦͤͨ̃ͯͮ̎ͪͩ͑̂̃̂ͦ̈́̀.̼̭̠̞̫̟̗̲̝̝̘̜̳̯̥̣̙̹͖̓̆ͭͧ̾͂ͣ̏̉̾̐̉̂͆̅͘... And you must get your revenge."

Utahis once again screams in pain at the mention of the distorted voice, taking a moment to recompose himself, he'd turn in the blackness that surrounds him in his mind.

"Then where do I begin?" He asks, a cold steely look on his eyes.

"Find again the banner of that small house. The one you recognize, pursue it. You will find your way home."

The door to the training room would snap open, four acolytes enter and begin sparring. Utahis, looks around, but Nuniji is no longer there. Utahis leaves the library and begins scouring for anything he can find... Many restless hours later. He sees what he is looking for.

His journey has only just begun.