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Corinthian
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Jan 26 2012, 07:33:01 PM
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e-famous.
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What once was...
- Elmira, only nineteen humans years old. It was a young age for one to enter the meditative groves, however she had heard the tales of them whilst within the Jedi Order. She knew that these were not the traditional groves, but none the less they were groves pulsating with the force. Her hair was up in a ponytail, her green eyes seeking the landscape. Her face was a beauty to behold, too young for the two years of hard meditating that would follow.
She had stepped her stiletto boot on Dathomir, early in the morning. The strange species that went about their business during the daylight hours loudly made their presence known in the foliage of the area. She was in a mucky clearing, with fields of wet grass and mud heaps. She could smell the rancor dung, she was very cautious as she knew this would be an excellent spot for a rancor to live. Elmira had fought with her Master from the Jedi order - killing him. In a grief stricken emotion she had retreated to Dathomir to meditate upon her actions and troubled past.
Elmira was unsure in which direction to take her life. She had been trained by the Sith as well as the Jedi, she could go down either path - it was her own choice. This was a choice she would come too during the two years she planned to stay on Dathomir, meditating and fighting the rancors to toughen herself up. She had decided she would explore the many wonders of the ancient planet before retreating into a slumber of the force. Cautiously, she began her journey across the murky clearing.
She entered the forest, teeming with Dathomirian species. Cautious of vicious attacks towards her, she kept her senses on high alert. Elmira had spent days exploring the jungles and wild forests of Dathomir, until she felt a sudden tug in the force. She felt a sudden desire of belonging come over her, so upon instinct - she followed the tugging sensation which brought her to the ruins of an ancient temple. The walls of the crumbling building had many engravings and tales, Elmira thanked the stars it was in a language she could understand.
This was the first sign of society she had encountered upon Dathomir. Entering the temple ruins, she was quite conscious of it falling down around her. She avoided the parts that looked the most dangerous. Still the tugging feeling kept at her gut, leading her deeper and deeper into the ruins. She squashed a bug that sprayed green guts over her black body suit. With a grunt of disgust she continued on marching through the stony corridor, her boots clacking against the surface. It echoed around her and made her nervous. There was a flickering light at the end of the tunnel, speeding up a little anxiously she came across a tomb.
Observing the four structural base pillars of the tombs antechamber, she assumed it would be safe and continued on in the pursuit of the flickering light. A fire was lit in the next room, cautiously she observed the shadows. There was no way this fire could have stayed alight without someone there to feed it. "Hello..." she asked nervously, in response she felt the breath on the back of her neck. She spun quickly, leaping across the fire and onto the other side of the room. A woman scantily clad stood within the doorway, with a smile on her face. She was quite attractive with caramel colored skin.
"Hello child, destined of Gethzerion" she purred as she spread her arms in a welcoming gesture. She approached Elmira and naturally Elmira's hand went to the hilts of her two lightsabers. With a smile, the woman nodded encouragement. "Please child, draw your weapons - so I may demonstrate first hand the power of the Dathmori Witches."
Anger flared through her eyes, so this woman thought that she was more powerful then Elmira? Within an instant two magenta blades were humming a tune in the four walled tomb. The woman who claimed to be a Dathmori Witch was soon upon her, removing a wooden beam from a strap on her back. With a smirk, Elmira went to slice through the pathetic wood - to her astounding it held. Blinking, the witch laughed and struck at Elmiras feet and Elmira found herself on her ass on the ground.
"What is that wood?" Elmira asked as she disignited her blades and the witch helped her to her feet. "That is for me to know and for you to find out, my child." Scowling, Elmira turned to leave but a hand soon found her shoulder, halting her progress. "I see that you seek to belong, to fit in - most of all you seek power." Turning with a perfect eyebrow raised, "How did you know?" With a chuckle, the witch removed from a pouch strapped to her waist a fine powder and then threw it into the flames.
Stepping back at the new intense heat, Elmira had to shield her eyes. "Child, I will return when you are ready, meditate and learn the tales of the witch clans of Dathmori. All you shall need is here." There was a bright flash against her closed eyelids, opening them - the fire was out and the woman gone. With a scowl, Elmira observed the room more closely - thinking it to be a trickery. Her eyes strained but they caught sight of the glyphs engraved upon the walls. They seemed to glow and rearrange themselves before her eyes.
Sitting down on one of the more sturdier rocks that was raised above the rest, Elmira watched the glyphs change into words and then read the tale of what once was. Once she had completed reading the tales, she understood more about the ruins of the Dathmori temple and its previous inhabitants, the Nightsisters of Dathmori. Closing her eyes with her lips pursed, she put herself into the trance that would last two years. A trance that would clear her head of all thoughts and her body of all emotion. She would come out a changed woman.
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