DASTIN MAK
Jedi Padawan
Kiffar Warrior
29 Years Old / Neutral / Force Sensitive
Jedi Padawan
Kiffar Warrior
29 Years Old / Neutral / Force Sensitive
I died when I was twenty-five and I was reborn a year later.
So to speak.
You know, being captured and held in a dark base, far away from home and on the verge of dying… it puts things in a new perspective. It makes you appreciate things more. It makes you realise just how much you truly love certain people, the people who care about you. The people you left back at home, refusing to believe that you're really dead. Family. Friends.
Okay, true. I didn't have much family left and those I called my friends… There were but a handful of them left.
Every day I sat in my dark cell, without knowing where the hell I was. I had no idea what was going to happen to me, I had no idea what my captors wanted from me. I had no idea how long this would go on. Every second felt like an eternity. All the time I just felt that the end was so incredibly nigh while in truth the end--my end--never came.
I wasn't destined to die in there, you know. I was destined to survive that hell and come out stronger.
This is about as much as I'll say about that dark period of my life, for I don't trust you enough yet to tell you everything. But in the end, what really matters is that I got out alive and that I moved on. Somehow.
I roamed the realms, having escaped the clutches of death. I roamed the realms in search of peace, in search of a place where I could lie down, curl up, and die in peace. There was nothing left for me anywhere. I couldn't go home; I would endanger my loved ones, my family, and the few friends I had left. I could only move forward. I could only keep on running down the grim lanes of life, straight at the finish line.
This is how I see life: it's a race.
The winners are the ones who die young.
So in that sense life is all about losing.
And it seems like I'm the biggest loser of them all, because I am still alive. After all this shit, I'm still alive.
Do I deserve that?
Is it a curse?
A blessing?
A sick, insane, practical joke?
I don't know… I don't know anything anymore. I'm lost… I feel so terribly lost…
But let's just look ahead for now and stop lingering in the darkness, even though that'd be really hard. Darkness has dug its claws in my flesh. But let's try. Let's fight that darkness and attempt to find our way to the light.
Let's try.
Like I said, I look at things from a different angle now. I now realise that the wars that are being fought don't really matter. I see now that the politicians, the rulers of man, the liars, the deceivers, the men of power and the champions of science are nothing but dust in the wind. Nothing matters. Nothing--what they're fighting for, what they want to achieve and accomplish. It's all bullshit.
Authority.
Power.
Money.
Conquest.
Don't they ever learn?
They don't ever seem to learn.
I think there is only one thing in life that truly matters. I think this one thing is love. Maybe I'm kind of a hopeless romantic in that sense, but I think it's true. To fall in love. To love someone. To be loved. Maybe that is why we're here, in this realm… just to fall in love.
But look around you.
There's not much love left.
In that sense… I'm not sure if there's anything left that's worth fighting for. In that sense nothing matters.
If we're all going for that finish line… if that is the point where we step out of this realm and move on to the next… that would be the point where we would lose everything we gained in this realm. So it's all pointless. It's all useless. It means that the rulers are nothing. It means that we get to do whatever we want. It means we don't have to listen.
I guess, ultimately, it means that we're beggars. All of us.
Every single last one of us.
And so here we are… I wonder… Could you do me a favour?
Could you please prove me wrong?
Because it all seems so clear to me now. Everything seems so pointless now.
Everything.
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THE KIFFAR'S HOLOCRONS
Prologue
Chapter I: Encounter (In progress)
Chapter II: Coming soon
Chapter III: The Desert's Test
Chapter VI: Dude, Where's My Dad?
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