The Confrontation: Part 1

[Lord Iezkon]

The Confrontation: Part 1

---

[youtube]gVKEM4K8J8A[/youtube]

---

The scene was dark, elevated above a man who slept beside a dark haired woman, beads of sweat upon the pale Echani’s forehead as he rocked side to side, a nightmare? He muttered and twisted, turned and clawed aside him with an overwhelming terror, an anger that distorted his form, corrupted it. Lightning struck and lit the room:

---

“Argh!”

---

A gasp followed shortly as the Echani shot up to be seated, panting heavily as the nightmare had awoken him from his slumber. A confused, wary eyed man, glancing around the room with his near crimson irises, a corrupted look on his face. His eyes took him to look down the long and darkened corridor of the room, the very length of it increasing the longer that he stared at it.

---

“Hm…”

---

He narrowed his gaze, trailing from where he slept to pick up his attire, a pattering set of subtle footsteps emitting now from the Echani as he looked to move down the darkened hallway, a sensation of wariness about him. He stumbled as he dressed, and he stumbled as he walked, placing upon his footwear finally before tapping at his belt for his weapons, they were there fortunately. A gentle sigh of relief trailed between the parting lips of the Echani, but in such a short time, he found himself walking out a door.

---

“I know you are here…”

---

The Echani made his way down a collection of steps, and he looked towards the horizon, a new sun slowly creeping over the distant mountain range, and yet he did not stop walking. He quickly found himself on a dirt path from the bottom of the stairs of which he was once safe, following a would be scent of his force sense, it ever growing in its potency. He did walk through a brush, and a collection of vibrant trees, which offered a colorful smell of rainwater becoming humidity, his own natural plethora of subtle smells scenting the wide gardens of the front of his estate. He, the corrupted figure, did feel warm, comfortable, peaceful. His face changed to annoyance, as the Echani did not seem to enjoy this trickery, he spoke beyond gritted teeth;

---

“Do not hide beneath the presence you have made for yourself…”

---

A trickle of rain water fell elegantly onto his shoulder, and so did it everywhere around him, pattering against the local plant life. A flash of light beamed across the beautiful gardens, once more displaying a gloomy, cloudy look about them, as if darkness had taken hold of the once vibrant scenery, darkness prevailing within the man. His eyes were narrow, a predator in search of his prey, a beaming set of crimson twins illuminating between the smog of condensation.

---

“A life of love is not what I had anticipated from you, Almir, but I am warmed to know that it is in such a place that you have found it…”

---

A soft, comforting voice came from the distance, causing the Echani to hold his step momentarily, looking around with a sense of paranoia. The hairs on his back stood, and his teeth gritted to let out the slightest of growls, an overwhelming sense of dread, anger, fear once more taking hold of him.

---

“You should not have come here. You should know that I will be the one to kill you…”

---

The thunderous blast screened across the shrouded sky, the rainfall began to buzz with its aggression, but now, the plantation opened up to open plains, where stood in his view a vibrant white flower, shining within the darkness of his view. The Echani paused and his heart skipped a beat, and he was mesmerized by the beauty of what he saw; ‘how could such beauty flourish in such a dark place?’

---

“You are young and naive, Almir, your arrogance has become a shrouding obstacle of your once visionary self. You see a future where you will not be contained, sub-servitude for personal gain. But you never once ask yourself, for ‘what’?”

---

The flower trailed forwards, with a voice that was as soft as snow, but the flower was not one with unlimited perfections, on the face displayed the deformity of past neglect, a scar that trailed from face to shoulder, though even with little deformity, the flower did shine. Her aura beamed outwards a gentleness, a kindness that the darkness here did not feel for some time, and it confused him, albeit briefly. In his hands he would take from behind his back a twin set of metallic objects, a crimson beam abruptly shooting out from its core. Beneath his feet, the crimson blade would scar the landscape, incinerating any plantation in its path. Once more did the thunderous clap boom across the sky, pulsating a flashing light to light up the scenery. The furious man would bring the blades to his sides, keeping the direction downwards before speaking with unrelenting, uncontrolled anger.

---

“There is -nothing- you can say that can revert the deeds you have done, Jadie. If I am cursed in a life of service, it is because you made me what I am. I have a destiny, controlled by the presence of my power. You will not stand in my way, not this time…”

---

The flower stood in momentary silence to the words spoken to her, a flutter of his hair in its braid trailed beside her as the wind, the rain, began to increase. The flower looked sad, from her vibrant, pale eye trailed down a gentle tear, departing from her cheek.

---

“I am sorry, Almir. I was blind, even through the force. I did not see what pain you were in, and now I realise what I -could- have done, I was too-...”

“You were too late?! You were too busy?! I sacrificed everything for you... Now… Now you are my enemy. Now- you die.”

---

The Sith raised his blades, crossing them over one another in an aggressive manner, his left foot trailing forwards and his body angling towards the side. His eyes did not share the same emotion of Jadie, who stood before him. He did not weep for her, he did not hesitate for her, he wanted one thing, her death. His corruption displayed perfectly the emotions he felt at this point, a lust for vengeance, fear, but immense hatred for a woman he admired more than most.The Lightsided woman would stare at the Sith, out of pity, regret, even sadness. But she knew deep down that he was lost. With a subtle clench of her eyes, she too would take from her belt a metallic weapon, flourishing it outwards before it pulsated an overwhelming cast of green, illuminating the plant life beneath her feet, displaying it in all its vibrant glory. Her eyes opened and she stared towards the Sith, and her form adjusted accordingly. Her feet departing widely for balance, her blade was pushed behind her, and her left hand extended towards the Sith.

---

END

(*Post by Sierra/A'tul/Kayla V.*)