Prologue
The platform shook violently, trembling under the weight of the duel as molten rock exploded in gouts of flame below. Blue and red sabers clashed with a thunderous crack, lighting the volcanic wasteland in furious bursts. The air sizzled with energy, and each strike reverberated like the roar of the planet itself.
The blue saber wielder staggered, one hand clutching the scorched wound in their abdomen. Blood seeped between their fingers, staining the fabric of their tunic. Pain twisted through their body, but their blade rose again, meeting their enemy's relentless assault.
Each movement was a battle against the inevitable. The blue saber rose again in a swift counter, its light cutting through the haze of ash and fire. The strike barely missed its mark, grazing a dark cloak before the red blade retaliated in a deadly arc. The attack sliced through a nearby spire of rock, sending molten debris tumbling into the lava below.
The fighters moved like shadows, the red saber's wielder advancing with methodical precision, the blue saber's wielder retreating, steps faltering. A mist of glowing embers rained around them, carried by the heat of the lava flows that churned with violent intensity.
A sudden surge of Force power struck like a hammer. The blue saber wielder was hurled backward, their body slamming against the jagged terrain with bone-rattling force. Gritting their teeth, they pushed themselves up, their movements sluggish and strained. The blue saber rose to meet the next attack, but the defense was slower now, weaker.
The red blade swept low, slicing through a rocky outcrop before swinging upward with brutal force. The blue saber met the strike, but the impact tore it free, sending it spiraling out of reach. The weapon skidded across the trembling platform, teetering on the edge before plummeting into the seething river of lava below.
Breath ragged, the blue saber's wielder dropped to their knees, one arm clutching the gaping wound in their side. Blood pooled beneath them, steam rising where it touched the superheated stone. The platform beneath their feet groaned, fissures spreading with each tremor of the unstable ground.
A shadow loomed closer, red light casting an ominous glow over the defeated fighter. The hum of the saber grew louder as it was raised high, the blade's crimson reflection gleaming in the fighter's wide eyes.
The platform quaked violently, the sound of the lava's roar drowned only by the silence of the inevitable.
The voice of the victor growled, the red glow cascading in the fallen's face, "I always knew you were weak."
The red blade descended.
----------------
May the Force guide their steps, for even the wisest Jedi tread uncertain paths.
YOU ARE READING
Greek Tragedy // Anakin Skywalker
FanfictionThe Clone Wars raged across the galaxy bringing terror and destruction. Anakin Skywalker is an arrogant, stubborn, Jedi. Addison Avery is his feisty, just as argumentative counterpart. Both recovering from tainted pasts, pairing up the worst Jedi Kn...
