Algarus
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A light shower descended down on those that gathered at the a of site three small grave stones this day. A lone figure stood at the head of this group, wrapped in dark thick robes, only a small fraction of his face would be shown as the hood had been pulled down tightly over his face. His face would be covered with a mixture of rain and his own tears, as he gazed down at the three small stones before him. He hadn’t ever seen the bodies, he didn’t have to, as the young boy had felt when each and every one of them slipped away. He hadn’t been at the temple that day, wither it was a blessing or a curse he didn’t care to think about, but that fact didn’t matter. The death of his sister was the hardest felt though, as even now her absence in the force assailed him. It made his stomach twist in all sorts of knots, and like Kath Hound howling up at the moon on Dantooine, her absence would echo on in silence through the force. He gripped a bundle of cloth tightly in his hands, so tightly in fact his knuckles had turned white. His suffering was one of both the body and soul, never before had he lost so much, never before had he felt so alone. His father, his mother, Emma, Tamara, and so many others were gone now.
The Jedi Order was no more, at least in his eyes, and now he was free to his own devices. He felt anger, sorrow, self-loathing, and anyone with a connection to the force nearby would sense it as well. Slowly, and careful, with his hands shaking, he unfolded the bundle of cloth and knelt down before the grave stones. One by one, he pulled out a lightsaber; the very tools they had used in life, would now be a memento of their death. Carefully, he set the weapons near their wielders headstones. He did this for his father, his mother, but paused as his eyes set upon the grave of his sister. Once again, his eye shut tightly as he recoiled in pain. He held the metal casing of her blade tightly in his palm. He recalled the day they had built their own sabers, even went out with their parents to retrieve the very crystals. She had to be so picky about what color she ended up with, he finally just handed her his crystal; finding settling with a yellow lightsaber more appealing than listening to her complaining for a month. The old memory caused the boy to smile slightly, even as the tears flowed down his face freely. Here, on this little patch of land of Corellia, they would lay. Eternally at peace with the force. All except for him. Still, the hooded boy had no idea of what to do. He was alone now. No money. No friends or family. Nothing. He was all alone now. And the realization of that made the pain that much more real. He gazed up, and held his sister’s discarded weapon close to his chest, as the sky unleashed a heavier downpour upon the gathering below. The hood of the boy’s robe to fall away, as it revealed the boy’s face to the world around him. His eye’s were red from crying, and his face and clothing were damp from a combination of rain and tears. He wore a shattered look, and his thoughts were only those of despair. His black hair had been cut rather short, and appeared disheveled.
“My fault…. it’s all my fault….” He muttered to himself. “I should have been there….”
His name was Cain Umari, and this was the worst day of his life.
@Cameron Foster @Rae Anne Jarrus
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