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Welcome
to the End
They
were back on Dathomir: Elara’s home planet. After Darth Ozar’s defeat, she had
found her beloved weak and in a pile of rubble. His Force signature was only a
fraction of its former self. It seemed that Wraith had burnt through the last
of his power and was left as a husk.
She
had healed him and marvelled at the look on his face. She had always noticed
the heavy look in his eyes; the heavy burden which the universe placed on his
shoulders. But now he looked light and at ease. She found herself attracted to
the newer version of Wraith.
He
had regained his strength on the ship as he asked her to take him to her home
world. He needed a planet coated with the Force, a nexus of power, far from
prying eyes and curious power mongers. She knew of a cave, on the far edges of
the Signing Mountain Clan’s territory.
During
this short trip she noted his change and spoke to him about it. He agreed –
liked the newer version of himself too. It was then when she asked about his
name. Was there a meaning behind Wraith? He said that once his master told him
about these ghosts fuelled by a desire to torment and punish. When the Force
illuminated him to a higher purpose he decided to become a wraith, a phantom of
torment, for the Sith. Now; now he was just a ghost in a shell. There was no
purpose for him anymore.
Elara
did not understand, but that was fine with Wraith; he would show her soon
enough. They arrived at the mouth of the cave and Wraith motioned for the
Wraith to sit with him.
“Let
me show you,” he said. “All of the future.” He leaned in and kissed her.
Their
minds linked and Wraith passed on thoughts to her. He showed her all he
remembered: the future that the Force showed him, with all that pain and
suffering. But after that wave of darkness, hope and love will reign again and
that was what his purpose was.
However,
there was no place for him in that future. Mortris, Ozar, the mutants: they
were anomalies. But so was he. He needed to remove himself from the future.
A
tear welled up in Elara’s eyes: he had
come here to die. That’s why he needed a nexus – to disappear within the Force.
“No,”
she whispered. “Not now that we can enjoy peace.” She cupped his face and
cried.
“I
must,” he said. A lump had formed on his throat. “There is no place for me
here. If I am here, then the future will not take place. I will become like
Ozar; and I would rather die than destroy the universe.”
He
squeezed her hand. “I love you.” He had to stop to swallow and wipe away tears.
“I love you but it’s time for me to go.”
“Blast
the universe,” she said furiously. “Blast the future too. Why can’t we be
together now? We deserve it!”
He
smiled at her and kissed her gently. “You don’t mean that. Your heart is good
and you know I’m right.”
He
looked at the cave. “I’ll stay there and become one with the Force.”
She
squeezed his arm. “Then I’ll come with you.”
“You
do not have to. You do not have to disappear with me.”
“No!”
she screamed. “If you are an anomaly than I am one too. And if I have to become
one with the Force to be with you, then so be it.”
Wraith’s
tears increased. He couldn’t say anything – just how does one express love so
strong, so certain, so pure, in mere words?
So
together they entered the cave, never to exit again. They sealed the entrance
and created a cocoon of energy for them to lie in. They lay down together,
holding hands.
They
became one with the Force, transcending the living world. The cave too was
hidden from the physical realm. There, they would lie, as phantasmal energy
hidden from everyone and everything. There they would lie, in wait until the
universe and the Force needed them again.
It
was a good life, they lived. They had done right by the universe and now the
universe will give them everlasting peace. Theirs was a little world of
tranquillity and love. The wraith had served its duty: now the ghost shall
rest.
Until
the universe called for it once more.
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