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29-04-2023, 09:59 PM
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.
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.
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