Dust and sand was all she could see. The barren wasteland was empty and all she could do was stumble. Crystaall couldn't even remember what happened or how she got here. She just remembered the handle and her other self. It chanted 'No one survives.' like it was the protector, but there was no way she would be obligated to protect something like that, nor look like a ghost while doing so. She couldn't imagine what could cause that kind of transformation and she didn't care to think about it any longer. All she could do was continue walking. To where? She didn't know, but she assumed that walking this way would be better than turning around and losing all the time she spent in this one direction. Her clothes were ragged and her necklace left a cold chill across the back of her neck. To her it was almost refreshing with the hot suns of Tatooine bearing down on her. She was also wearing a ragged black robe that was tattered as if she had been engaged in a climactic sword duel. She tried to think back to before the fight she had. She was confident and sure of herself, but the man had too many tricks and had a lightsaber. He cut of her arms just to capture her. Maybe he believed her to be a threat if she had her strength to fight back. And yet he gave her new ones. Stronger ones. Arms with the possibility to hammer through metal with a quick number of blows. But something was missing. It soon clicked in her head and Crystaall nearly fell into the hard sand at the thought. Grey-Kast. What happened to Grey-Kast? She stumbled again as tears nearly formed in her eyes at the thought of his possible demise. Could she have caused another death with her innocence? With her loss of memory? With the fact that her past was never explained, never given to her? This couldn't be her fault. It was all of Vex's fault....... Vex, the man who she knew would always be her friend, who would protect her until death came knocking. Even with his lies, he protected her as anyone would to protect a loved one. It was possible he knew she didn't fit in royalty. Crystaall knew that she would never be able to stomach that kind of leadership, not now at least. Or was she just a priceless item in the destiny of another, with Vex as the loyal pawn? She couldn't imagine Vex being a pawn, listening with blatant disregard of his own feelings, of his own opinions. These thoughts held so much weight upon her mind that she began to slow her pace. She stopped walking and soon just fell to her knees with tears. The memmories of her best friend would be just that, now with no one for her to speak to. Maybe it was just the bad part of herself speaking to her that said that she needed to die, here in this sand.
"Are you so blind, that you think for yourself only? Move forward little one. Your destiny is yet to begin."
And there it was, the mysterious voice that spoke to her only a day or so ago. Perhaps this voice was her conscious, or her heavenly protector. She chuckled at this thought. She never believed in such religious foolishness. All she knew was how to pull the trigger. Crystaall could hear a loud noise of a motor rushing nearby, perhaps it was a speeder or maybe a small land-speeder? She wouldn't be able to tell, as the light soon faded from her eyes and she let the darkness take her, with the hopes of no more crazy dreams.
This is where a young teenage author posts his Star Wars fan-fic stories that revolve around non-canon and canon moments within the Star Wars Universe
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Chapter 4: Artificial Intelligence Pt 4
Another dream, and possibly another nightmare. The light was blinding, and Crystaall had to raise her arm to help her eyes. The light faded after she rose her arm. As the light faded, she could see the massive room she was in. There was a pedestal in the center of this large room. Somehow this room wasn't like the rooms she entered everyday, it wasn't shaped to perfection and straight. It was all just rock. Eroded rock that seemed to have been carved out by man, or something similar. Looking back at the pedestal, Crystaall could see a yellow glow around a small object. The handle of a lightsaber hovered above the stone pedestal. She couldn't understand how it was hovering, but she knew that it was important. She tried to get up from the ground, having been laying upon her chest the whole time, but the moment she tried to move, something pulled her back. Crystaall turned to look behind her, and what she saw was fightening. It was Vex that was holding her down. But it wasn't just him, there were others that looked just like him. They were holding onto each other like they were a human chain link and she was the lead. Except they refused to let her move. She wouldn't have it. Vex would not hold her back from this, whatever it was. She began to dig her nails into the ground, dragging herself forward as she tried her best to reach the pedestal. Everytime she inched herself forward, and everytime a certain noise got louder in her ear. It was the scream of a girl, but she could recognize it as her own. But she wasn't screaming, she wasn't in pain. And yet it got louder and louder as she made her way to the stone object. It soon boomed and echoed within her ears as she reached the object and tried to grab onto the side of the pedestal. She slowly pulled herself up and turned to kick the Vex that held onto her ankles. He wasn't there, none of them were. All she could see was a shadow of her friend.
"No. Darkness awaits those too blind to see the light. One. Those who weild the sword of legend are forever dead. Survives."
Crystaall ignored Vex's warnings and pulled herself up. Her body still felt heavy, as if the weight of millions were trying to push her down to the ground. She couldn't stand the mystery anymore, and whatever was stopping her would soon dissolve. She quickly grabbed the handle from the pedestal and smiled, yet the yellow glow still remained around the object. She turned to face Vex for one last time, thinking the dream would end very soon. But he wasn't there. What she saw instead was herself in torn up robes with white hair pale skin and black eyes.
"You must realize that you can never win, dear child."
She opened her eyes once more, and all she could see was dust and sand.
"No. Darkness awaits those too blind to see the light. One. Those who weild the sword of legend are forever dead. Survives."
Crystaall ignored Vex's warnings and pulled herself up. Her body still felt heavy, as if the weight of millions were trying to push her down to the ground. She couldn't stand the mystery anymore, and whatever was stopping her would soon dissolve. She quickly grabbed the handle from the pedestal and smiled, yet the yellow glow still remained around the object. She turned to face Vex for one last time, thinking the dream would end very soon. But he wasn't there. What she saw instead was herself in torn up robes with white hair pale skin and black eyes.
"You must realize that you can never win, dear child."
She opened her eyes once more, and all she could see was dust and sand.
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