Althea limps on towards a mound in the distance, her body bruised, scared recently from a fight she’d barely returned from. She drops down before the grave, leaning forwards to place down two old and broken curved lightsabers, long since used.
“It’s over now Zhetta, he’s finally dead. He’s not gonna hurt anyone else again like he hurt us… and now you can finally rest. Unless you still enjoy haunting me at inappropriate times.”
There’s a chuckle that escapes her at the comment but wincing and regreat from doing so immedately after. An act that makes her consider the floor as a better idea then sitting, to which she ultimately agree’s to herself with as she lays down. The day catching up to her slowly.
Earlier she was part of a team that hunted down something revan had looked for, something that Viscara suffered for two and a half years ago. The rise of Duskhaven was to distract from his search for it, all the deaths, suffering, sacfrifice for one mesely map. And who was he? Acaadi, now known as Darth Acaadi, hand of Revan. But with the help of her Padawan Tara, her former student Qyilisc, the Mandalorians Mart and Zvadras, former criminal Markus and the spy Sandra, Acaadi was finally defeated for good in hte undergrowth of Kashyyyk.
“When he died… it was weird Zhetta. I thought everything would hurt less… that I could finally let go of what happened but I just… can’t. It was what he said at the end that got me, ‘That we were hero’s’, his mind still on what we did during the Mandalorian War. Even in their twisted persuit of the darkside… their faith that Revan is doing what is right burns bright. Makes me wonder if I made the right choices sometimes.”
Drops of rain falls down onto her face. the famous Viscaran weather showing it’s hand to her. But she simply holds up a lightsber, large in design and freshly designed, something old forged into something new, the sum of all that she is in one item.
“But my path is clear now, I think. It might still hurt but it doens’t hold me back back anymore, I can finally just move on. Maybe it’s time to start waking up instead if always dreaming? You’re not the only one who’s tied to me these days, I’m not alone anymore… people depend on me. So just rest well now, I’ll visit when I can. and maybe one time that I return you’ll see the final destination to my path.”
She watches the lightsaber more, the rain starting to come down as she gets up, not bothing to do anything to protect herself from the water as she heads off. Limping off the way she came.
