Grief

I know what I need to do. Where I need to be finally. I returned my master’s lightsaber. Holding the blue one in my hand. It had been his once. I’m packing a bag heading to a series of caves I finally admit have been calling to me all this time. A temple I have been dreaming about since I was you. Something neither Jedi nor Sith. Then sharp images cut my mind like knives. I shut my eyes. The caves. A lake. Temple walls. A mural of a sunset. Death. Red against red. It baths the green forest in it. The light. The blood. Then quiet. No noise. No birds. No lightsabers clashing. No water dripping. Silence. And the tall, man with two red lightsabers, dressed in black leaves. I jump to me feet, running in the detection I sensed was right. If I get there first… I can change this. If I move fast enough. Then there is a sudden sharp pain. It starts in my core, and spreads though my whole body. I fall tumbling onto tropical leaves. I can barely breathe. I hear screaming. Just screaming. Over and over again. I pray to the force the inquisitor doesn’t find her too. That if he does he spares her. Because I can’t save anyone like this. I clench my teeth, and bring myself shakily to my feet. I start moving. Not thinking just letting the force guide me. Ever step hurts. I think the screaming stopped at some point, but I can’t be certain when. Then I see it. Red blood against green leaves. A destroyed light saber. I stumble to my knees before him. I close my master’s eyes. 

“May you join the force.” I say. Then the pain slowly fades replaced with ice cold hate. My saber ignite as red as the blood on the leaves. I struck a boulder straight through.