The Title is in Echani. Translated into Basic means: Too Old to Cry, Too Young to Die.
Survive. Survive. Survive.
When Kreia's had been placed on a ship bound for Republic space, the last thing she expected was to wake up on Umbara in a 'school' for the Sith. Which, Hey. How is this even my life at this point? I've gone from being a refugee to being one of the most hated in the galaxy and all I did was blow out a light fixture when I had a tantrum. Being a teenager was hard. Being a Sith? Absolutely crazy.
Kreia woke up at the same time every day and went to bed at the same time. Her schedule was defined, disciplined, though it was more her own doing as well as her military like upbringing. Being a Sith made her uncomfortable. Her skin crawled at the thought of her traitorous actions against the Empire. However, she didn't crave death and she certainly wanted to live longer. She trained. She kept her head down, she worked, and she waited. It was the best option for her. What did the future hold? She had no idea.
Today started like any other day. Kreia woke up, brushed out her long blond hair, dressed and pulled a hood over her eyes. That was the other thing. Her eyes were an eerie grey, depicting her half-blood status. One of the things that made Sith come easier was the fact that she hated her Imperial mother. Her transgressions became Kreia's sins as well. If the Empire hadn't killed her yet, Kreia would delight in it one day.
Grabbing her bag and saber, Kreia made her way to the grounds where not only could she practice with her saber, but she could watch others. Watch for weaknesses in their forms. It was a highlight of her day, proving to herself that she was better than them.
@René