Tawain
Tawain walked, in pain and misery, unheeding where he went.
He walked, not looking at anything, unhearing.
He walked, until his feet gave way and he fell down on the ground.
Groaning, he sat upright and drew out his lightsabre, letting its blade flash out.
A bar of blue light, clear blue, with a touch of green. Just like Sha'ara's eyes.
Wincing, he threw the blade away. Afer a few moments, he crawled towards it and picked it up again. He slowly brought the blade towards him, stopped as it was an inch from his face, then let it swing outwards again. Then against his face, then back again. Just a small mistake, and he'd be dead.
Suddenly he realized what he was doing, and put up his sabre. Going mad or comitting suicide certainly wouldn't help him.
Wouldn't it? It could relieve you of the memory, of the pain...
Sighing, Tawain lay down on the ground. He thought he knew what Drakon felt like.
There was a motor-like sound somewhere not far off, but Tawain ignored it, just as he ignored everything else...
Tawain walked, in pain and misery, unheeding where he went.
He walked, not looking at anything, unhearing.
He walked, until his feet gave way and he fell down on the ground.
Groaning, he sat upright and drew out his lightsabre, letting its blade flash out.
A bar of blue light, clear blue, with a touch of green. Just like Sha'ara's eyes.
Wincing, he threw the blade away. Afer a few moments, he crawled towards it and picked it up again. He slowly brought the blade towards him, stopped as it was an inch from his face, then let it swing outwards again. Then against his face, then back again. Just a small mistake, and he'd be dead.
Suddenly he realized what he was doing, and put up his sabre. Going mad or comitting suicide certainly wouldn't help him.
Wouldn't it? It could relieve you of the memory, of the pain...
Sighing, Tawain lay down on the ground. He thought he knew what Drakon felt like.
There was a motor-like sound somewhere not far off, but Tawain ignored it, just as he ignored everything else...