Zorri sighed as her long day ended. For starters, because of her unintended nap she was being docked a day's pay on her next check.
Then when she'd gotten to her small but loving apartment, she'd shared with her boyfriend.She'd found her few things packed and by the door.The bastard hadn't even allowed her to stay the night. All the while her replacement had just turned up her nose and swung her ass around. Zorri started to chuckled as she hailed a cab. At least she'd no longer have to smell his odious flatulence.Yet it left her only one option. One option that made her curse the stranger for entering her life.
Jorg settled down at some noisy backslide of an inn." You're kidding, right? This place won't have a bed without a disease, or rather we'd be lucky if it only carried one."
Jorg sighed. " Its more likely she'd chose a place like this then any other and I'm far too tired to drive any longer. " Vizan snorted. " So the mighty Watch member is human." Jorg grabbed his twin by his collar. "You don't make graduate by being stupid or overly risky.Remember you're the only heir that father will ever be able to recognize." Vizan's face soured. How could he ever forget with their father constantly reminding him. Especially with the council pressing every eligible maiden they could find and even some that weren't quite so maidenly.The whole idea made him shiver. He swallowed as his brother eased up on his collar. "Father has commanded me to chose a bride when we return." Jorg couldn't hide his cringe,Vizan smiled."Wouldn't mind trading places, even if it was just for the honeymoon? I'd be forever grateful." His soft brown eyes pleading his big 5 minute older brother. Jorg snorted. " You know I'd die for you, but what you're suggesting goes way beyond brotherly or my obligations of a bodyguard. Even if I did, those force-sensing dogs of the council would ripe me apart before I touched her. The only thing I can do for you is take the long way home." Vizan laughed and clapped his brother on the back as a childhood memory came back to him. Jorg's long way around always lasted at least a couple of weeks longer then necessary.
Master Kala rose from his council seat. "I know this is disturbing news. Trust me no one is more surprised then I. Master Stefan was well respected amongst us. That is perhaps why his deception worked so well ." Which meant it would breed suspicion and distrust not only amongst the council but the public. Kala shook his head. They could ill afford to return to the dark days.Where force users had to be kidnapped, rescued or bought from superstitious villagers, parents or by the user him/her self.
"How did this mere human child sense Master Stefan's stain when we could not?" Remarked Master Ashon with concern. Master Korrel snapped his great white teeth." More disturbing is the power she possesses. How are we to combat it?" Master Steai, one of the newly made and one of the very few human's on the council stood up from his chair. "Why must we combat her? To me she seems to be more lost and confused not so dangerous." Master Korrel smiled which made the human pale. "Thank-you youngling for volunteering. I will make sure your funeral service is quite lovely." Master Manni rushed the master nearly losing his head in the process as the white jaws chomped down on the spot where he'd been. Master Kala having pushed the boy away. "We are master's here not animals or younglings. Though some of us could still use some training apparently. You both are lucky that our numbers are too small here to throw you both out. Now will you take this assignment that Master Korrel has suggested or not?" Kala put the question to Master Manni instead of Steai who nodded. " It will be our pleasure." Master Kala released a smile and sighed. " Good I had a feeling that we would need to track her. So I have a few things waiting in the hanger for the both of you. May the force be with you. This meeting is now adjourned." Master Korrel and Kala stayed behind in the empty council chamber. Where after Kala closed the door, Korrel rounded on him. "You know more then what was said. Come on cousin you can trust me." Kala eyed him. "Can I ? You would have taken his head off if I hadn't pushed him away. You are far older then him, both as a living being and a master." Korrel growled. "I wouldn't have had the urge if you hadn't made them masters.These humans are so disastrous as masters.But we are getting off the mark.This girl, you know what she is or have an idea."
Kala nodded."What I know comes from legends, songs and myths handed down for so long I doubt there is little truth in them.Yet I felt her turmoil, her struggle amongst the masses inside of her." Korrel frowned. " Then she is possessed."
Kala shook his head. " No I have felt the possessed before, this is no possession." Kala furrowed his brows at his cousin." Don't you remember the stories we would hear from the peddlers coming through with the fairs?" Korrel laughed but stopped as his cousin did not join him." You can't believe they were about this child. Surely she is some new species of changeling, some evolutionary leap." Yet even as he said it he knew his words to be fiction.
"What of the monk you were negotiating with?" Kala sank into his chair." I fear the worst has happened. I received only a letter from him saying it would be his last. If she is who I believe she is, we had best find her before the prince's do." Master Korrel scratched at an old scar as he looked at the door that the two human master's had gone through. "And I just gave our perhaps very existence into two of the most naïve and arrogant hands on the council." Kala smirked.
"Have faith my brother, the force moves in mysterious ways.Shall we depart for dinner, I believe its your turn to buy." The masters laughter died, as they saw the two assigned masters adjust their packs as they got onto the lift. Nodding just as the doors closed.
Zorri had tried to get into the living quarters from the back of the inn, but after 15 minutes she figured her sister must be working behind the bar. With a sigh Zorri went around to the front where she set down her pack on a nearby empty table before grabbing one of the barmaids.
"Flower where's my sister?" Flower shrugged her off with a down caste eye, but Zorri caught her arm. "Please Z don't. Not if you want us to live out the next hour." Zorri saw a light bruise on the girl's shoulder and a darker one near the twilek's ear. She let her go and saw her cozy up to one of Spit and Polishes hopefully new regulars. Making her own way through the smoky aroma of addiction she approached where her sister and her had spent most of their childhood.
Jorg and Vizan both rose as a blood curdling scream ripped through the modestly clean establishment. Jorg reached the scene first due to the frightened bar maid fainting on his brother. There in a preserve jar on the liquor display sat the head of a young woman, except the head wasn't dead. Looking to his left stood the smug barkeeper behind his thug whose saber held scratched notches in the handle. A recording of all their kills. Yet he saw no.... no, yet it was. The maid from the cruise ship. Her power sang of deathly anger, of a vengeance to be sated.
Zorri's anger and hatred burned like molten lava through her veins at the sight.The bastard had gone too far this time."Nice to see you again." He'd smiled. A smile which he'd lost when he'd come a hair's breath from losing his jugular to the knife she'd thrown.As his thugs had come near she'd made them forever falsetto's. This third one was his favorite.
A disgusting bitch who traded in raping her own sex for the pleasure of the pain, while feeding on their dark thoughts afterwards. Many of whom took their own lives.
" My-my what a little lovely and a fighter. You should have married this one Made. She's got fire in her veins, that other one was just no fun." The bitch laughed. Showing a perfect smile. One of perfect teeth, but none of them her own. Each tooth had come from her victims. A living trophy. Zorri cracked as she saw that one had come from her sister's own mouth. Distinguishable by the fact that it had her constellation carved onto the enamel. In 3 minutes flat the tooth was in her hand and the thought eater gurgling her last. Then sliding like an eel through water, she picked up a broken bottle from the floor and gutted her brother-in-law. Backing away neatly as he lost his battle to hold onto his innards. For a moment she stood before fainting into Jorg's waiting arms.
Vizan paled as he finally made it to his brother's side." What the hell happened?" Jorg started to explain when their twilek barmaid came around them. At first it looked like she was about to vomit and then a wild light lite her face. She started to laugh and then kick at the dead bodies and pleading bastards. Only when her face was covered in blood, did she turn to her clients." Do you really want to know? This piece of scum lost a bet to a long-neck freak, except he didn't have enough dough to pay.So he gave him his wife.The only stipulation was that she be returned alive.That is what they did to her." Flower pointed at the jar on the bar. Vizan looked and was glad his stomach had remained empty. In fact it may remain empty for a couple of days. For the head smiled and her eyes shown with a mixture of justice, love and then one of final peace.Jorg looked down at the passed out girl he held, his senses being given a warm welcome of acceptance and of connection. Vizan touched his shoulder. "Are you alright brother?" Jorg turned to him. "I don't know."
Then when she'd gotten to her small but loving apartment, she'd shared with her boyfriend.She'd found her few things packed and by the door.The bastard hadn't even allowed her to stay the night. All the while her replacement had just turned up her nose and swung her ass around. Zorri started to chuckled as she hailed a cab. At least she'd no longer have to smell his odious flatulence.Yet it left her only one option. One option that made her curse the stranger for entering her life.
Jorg settled down at some noisy backslide of an inn." You're kidding, right? This place won't have a bed without a disease, or rather we'd be lucky if it only carried one."
Jorg sighed. " Its more likely she'd chose a place like this then any other and I'm far too tired to drive any longer. " Vizan snorted. " So the mighty Watch member is human." Jorg grabbed his twin by his collar. "You don't make graduate by being stupid or overly risky.Remember you're the only heir that father will ever be able to recognize." Vizan's face soured. How could he ever forget with their father constantly reminding him. Especially with the council pressing every eligible maiden they could find and even some that weren't quite so maidenly.The whole idea made him shiver. He swallowed as his brother eased up on his collar. "Father has commanded me to chose a bride when we return." Jorg couldn't hide his cringe,Vizan smiled."Wouldn't mind trading places, even if it was just for the honeymoon? I'd be forever grateful." His soft brown eyes pleading his big 5 minute older brother. Jorg snorted. " You know I'd die for you, but what you're suggesting goes way beyond brotherly or my obligations of a bodyguard. Even if I did, those force-sensing dogs of the council would ripe me apart before I touched her. The only thing I can do for you is take the long way home." Vizan laughed and clapped his brother on the back as a childhood memory came back to him. Jorg's long way around always lasted at least a couple of weeks longer then necessary.
Master Kala rose from his council seat. "I know this is disturbing news. Trust me no one is more surprised then I. Master Stefan was well respected amongst us. That is perhaps why his deception worked so well ." Which meant it would breed suspicion and distrust not only amongst the council but the public. Kala shook his head. They could ill afford to return to the dark days.Where force users had to be kidnapped, rescued or bought from superstitious villagers, parents or by the user him/her self.
"How did this mere human child sense Master Stefan's stain when we could not?" Remarked Master Ashon with concern. Master Korrel snapped his great white teeth." More disturbing is the power she possesses. How are we to combat it?" Master Steai, one of the newly made and one of the very few human's on the council stood up from his chair. "Why must we combat her? To me she seems to be more lost and confused not so dangerous." Master Korrel smiled which made the human pale. "Thank-you youngling for volunteering. I will make sure your funeral service is quite lovely." Master Manni rushed the master nearly losing his head in the process as the white jaws chomped down on the spot where he'd been. Master Kala having pushed the boy away. "We are master's here not animals or younglings. Though some of us could still use some training apparently. You both are lucky that our numbers are too small here to throw you both out. Now will you take this assignment that Master Korrel has suggested or not?" Kala put the question to Master Manni instead of Steai who nodded. " It will be our pleasure." Master Kala released a smile and sighed. " Good I had a feeling that we would need to track her. So I have a few things waiting in the hanger for the both of you. May the force be with you. This meeting is now adjourned." Master Korrel and Kala stayed behind in the empty council chamber. Where after Kala closed the door, Korrel rounded on him. "You know more then what was said. Come on cousin you can trust me." Kala eyed him. "Can I ? You would have taken his head off if I hadn't pushed him away. You are far older then him, both as a living being and a master." Korrel growled. "I wouldn't have had the urge if you hadn't made them masters.These humans are so disastrous as masters.But we are getting off the mark.This girl, you know what she is or have an idea."
Kala nodded."What I know comes from legends, songs and myths handed down for so long I doubt there is little truth in them.Yet I felt her turmoil, her struggle amongst the masses inside of her." Korrel frowned. " Then she is possessed."
Kala shook his head. " No I have felt the possessed before, this is no possession." Kala furrowed his brows at his cousin." Don't you remember the stories we would hear from the peddlers coming through with the fairs?" Korrel laughed but stopped as his cousin did not join him." You can't believe they were about this child. Surely she is some new species of changeling, some evolutionary leap." Yet even as he said it he knew his words to be fiction.
"What of the monk you were negotiating with?" Kala sank into his chair." I fear the worst has happened. I received only a letter from him saying it would be his last. If she is who I believe she is, we had best find her before the prince's do." Master Korrel scratched at an old scar as he looked at the door that the two human master's had gone through. "And I just gave our perhaps very existence into two of the most naïve and arrogant hands on the council." Kala smirked.
"Have faith my brother, the force moves in mysterious ways.Shall we depart for dinner, I believe its your turn to buy." The masters laughter died, as they saw the two assigned masters adjust their packs as they got onto the lift. Nodding just as the doors closed.
Zorri had tried to get into the living quarters from the back of the inn, but after 15 minutes she figured her sister must be working behind the bar. With a sigh Zorri went around to the front where she set down her pack on a nearby empty table before grabbing one of the barmaids.
"Flower where's my sister?" Flower shrugged her off with a down caste eye, but Zorri caught her arm. "Please Z don't. Not if you want us to live out the next hour." Zorri saw a light bruise on the girl's shoulder and a darker one near the twilek's ear. She let her go and saw her cozy up to one of Spit and Polishes hopefully new regulars. Making her own way through the smoky aroma of addiction she approached where her sister and her had spent most of their childhood.
Jorg and Vizan both rose as a blood curdling scream ripped through the modestly clean establishment. Jorg reached the scene first due to the frightened bar maid fainting on his brother. There in a preserve jar on the liquor display sat the head of a young woman, except the head wasn't dead. Looking to his left stood the smug barkeeper behind his thug whose saber held scratched notches in the handle. A recording of all their kills. Yet he saw no.... no, yet it was. The maid from the cruise ship. Her power sang of deathly anger, of a vengeance to be sated.
Zorri's anger and hatred burned like molten lava through her veins at the sight.The bastard had gone too far this time."Nice to see you again." He'd smiled. A smile which he'd lost when he'd come a hair's breath from losing his jugular to the knife she'd thrown.As his thugs had come near she'd made them forever falsetto's. This third one was his favorite.
A disgusting bitch who traded in raping her own sex for the pleasure of the pain, while feeding on their dark thoughts afterwards. Many of whom took their own lives.
" My-my what a little lovely and a fighter. You should have married this one Made. She's got fire in her veins, that other one was just no fun." The bitch laughed. Showing a perfect smile. One of perfect teeth, but none of them her own. Each tooth had come from her victims. A living trophy. Zorri cracked as she saw that one had come from her sister's own mouth. Distinguishable by the fact that it had her constellation carved onto the enamel. In 3 minutes flat the tooth was in her hand and the thought eater gurgling her last. Then sliding like an eel through water, she picked up a broken bottle from the floor and gutted her brother-in-law. Backing away neatly as he lost his battle to hold onto his innards. For a moment she stood before fainting into Jorg's waiting arms.
Vizan paled as he finally made it to his brother's side." What the hell happened?" Jorg started to explain when their twilek barmaid came around them. At first it looked like she was about to vomit and then a wild light lite her face. She started to laugh and then kick at the dead bodies and pleading bastards. Only when her face was covered in blood, did she turn to her clients." Do you really want to know? This piece of scum lost a bet to a long-neck freak, except he didn't have enough dough to pay.So he gave him his wife.The only stipulation was that she be returned alive.That is what they did to her." Flower pointed at the jar on the bar. Vizan looked and was glad his stomach had remained empty. In fact it may remain empty for a couple of days. For the head smiled and her eyes shown with a mixture of justice, love and then one of final peace.Jorg looked down at the passed out girl he held, his senses being given a warm welcome of acceptance and of connection. Vizan touched his shoulder. "Are you alright brother?" Jorg turned to him. "I don't know."
