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My precious.
My precious Sarina. She taught me, healed me, helped me. She's alive, you know. She lives in the little bottle I wear around my neck. She's the beautiful blue light that only I can see, and only I can hear. My precious Sarina...
She found me when I was eight, only hours after my parents died in the horrible fire that my parents perished in- they were such good Ssither, too. But all that I really need is my Sarina. My precious Sarina.
The others thought I was insane because I kept talking about the illuminated being inside the vial I found on that Correllian lakeshore that I grew up on. Sarina told me which parents to ask to be adopted by- two Rodians with only one child. He understood me... No one else could, though, other than Sarina. My precious Sarina. She comforted me throughout my years, and my little bug-eyed adopted brother also helped me although to a lesser extent. My precious Sarina is what truly saved me from the insanity others claimed I had.
She taught me. About the galaxy, other species, even a wondrous, chaotic thing called the Force. She taught me how to begin to manipulate it when I was twelve. I learned quickly in some area, but others she couldn't help. I was very good at improving my physical prowess with the Force, and I excelled at understanding secrects just as well. I sometimes doubted my sanity, though, and my precious Sarina responded memorably- "Sometimes, something unstable is necessary to comprehend something chaotic."
She was right. My precious Sarina. I am different from other Ssither because of the fact that I am Force-Sensitive, as she calls it. I know the fundamental nature of things- the universal power Sarina calls the Force is simply a giant maelstrom of wind and energy, not some illuminated plane. It is all one entity- how you divert the wind to carry you, or for you to control it, is up to the user.
My precious Sarina led me offworld when I was fourteen. It was sad leaving behind my foster family, but really, the only person I had even partially opened up to was Ero, my foster brother. But Sarina told me to leave, and I do as Sarina wishes- she is my passage through the tempest of the Universe. I followed her decrees, stealing money until I got enough to go offplanet to the scum world of Nar Shaddaa. I picked up more of the "unsavory habits" Sarina wished me to know. I stole, mostly, but I also learned to use the environment to my advantage. I could slither across poles, slink through sewers, and slip between buildings as if I had been a shadow. She was impressed. Her pride is all I need.
After three years, I was seventeen. She told me to leave. I couldn't be more satisfied, because during my stay on the urban hell-hole, several beings had attempted to steal my crystal bottle that Sarina resides in. It felt so good to sink my viper fangs into the mammalian flesh, injecting lethal Ssither venom into their pathetically weak bodies. I was happy to leave, and I sensed that Sarina was too. My precious Sarina...
By that age of seventeen, I had grown fully. I had reached a length of seven feet and two inches from nose to tail, and my dull grey scales had taken on the more adult shade of dark green. My childhood orange eyes turned into a mature Ssither's bright gold, and my venom had become very potent by the time I was fifteen. Now, at seventeen, I was sleek, muscled, and I had Sarina. A winning combination.
My precious Sarina made me settle down on Eriadu for three more years- another hell-hole, becoming polluted by the humanocentric inhabitants. I despised them, and they despised me. Several of them had died before my three years were up, and I was glad to leave. Of course, Sarina had tought me to use Force Push and Force Pull by this time, and I could sense objects with my mind in the Force, as well as heal some wounds. I liked using Telekenisis to fling people from their balconies- the ones who wanted to know how much Sarina's crystal bottle cost, of course.
At last, we left, and I was twenty years old. I was told by my precious... my precious Sarina... that I was to roam the Rimma Trade route for two more years. I did that, visiting many planets. At the very end of her ordered two years, I was twenty-two, and I was directed to Thyferra by my precious Sarina. She informed me that I was to join the Force Users who resided on the planet- the Shade Order.
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