Surprised at herself for dwelling again on the past... she thinks more about what happened after being brought back to her house...
"Why do I keep thinking about this, something's nagging at me, I can't remember what.."
The memorys flood back...
Devia finally awakes from her sleep... Recognizes the familiar walls of her bedroom in Reilig Steppes. Stiffly, she gets out of bed, stretching slowly, checking for any wounds that may not have been fully healed yet. Remarkably, she finds only a few twinges where an especially hard blow happened here and there. Getting slowly out of bed, the room suddenly twists beneath her, and she staggers back, sitting on the bed again.
"One of these days, Dev... You're not going to be able to survive by some miracle.." She whispers out loud to nobody in particular.
She attempts to stand one more time, this time successfully. Over on the table by the fireplace, some thoughtful soul had left food and some water for her. Suddenly realizing that she was ravenous, she makes her way over to the softness of the couch and the warmth of the fireplace.
Thoughtfully chewing on a piece of cheese and some bread, she tries to get her bearings as to what day it is, what time.. "How long have I been out?" she thinks to herself. Picking up her datapad, she punches a few buttons... blinking at the date. She had been asleep for 3 days! No wonder she was famished! Tucking herself a bit more enthuiastically into the meal left for her, she lets her thoughts drift back... trying to remember anything at all. She couldn't, and she shook her head in frustration.
She shakes her head at the memory...
"Well, what do you expect? How can anyone remember anything after being asleep for 3 days?" She thinks to herself. "Use what you've learned, relax... bring back the memory... break the blockage.." Closing her eyes, she focuses inward... searching her mind for what happened to her.
"I fell asleep, the nightmares... memories of faces, seeing my children murdered... horrors upon horrors.. even the visage of Moff Tavin, and what he had done to me... drawing in on myself... trying to will myself to die.." Why didn't she? What stopped her? A fleeting thought passed through her mind. A presence.. one humanoid.. Zabrak? Another, animal, feline... Gurreck? "Yes... Zabrak Male, Gurreck... Sand? Yes, it was... it was Sand's spirit.. who was with him? Stopped me on several occasions from willing myself away.. WHO?"
She strains to remember... the presence is so familiar... welcome... suddenly an image appears in front of her... "Noel? It was you, wasn't it?" Chuckling to herself... the memories start to pour in... long talks between the two of them... discussing the path of the Seer, what it means to be truly grey... not of the Dark or of the Light, but that which stands between them. Philosophical discussions about if Dark and Light were actually ideas, constructs that were forced upon the true nature of what the Force actually was. Finding comfort in his viewpoints, and agreeing with them absoutely... believed in it so strongly that she asked him to take her on as one of his students, to learn all she could.
Smiling to herself... which in a way was something staggering considering all she had been through... she was still able to smile.. She realized what had happened... the Force had "Sifted" who she was, for lack of a better term. She had hit rock bottom, there was only one way to go... to let the past go... and continue looking forward. It was exhilarating, and liberating at the same time... never again, would she be the same... She started laughing happily, with childlike abandon... Oh how good it felt!!!!
And one last thought crept into her mind as she was finally satisfied with what happened to her for 3 days...
"He always kept a part of his mind shielded from me... something he was fighting... something emotional... I would never pry... ever... but now I'm curious. I hope to see him again soon.. so I can thank him... and get started with my studies."
[ back home ]
Comments for Sifted...
