Requiem for a Mandalorian -

Ep. 3

[A/N]: TikTok said I should make a Sith Character 😎👉👈

Eyes fluttered open.. For the first time in a long time, after just waking up from a long slumber. The cold air wafting in from the slightly opened door. She took in a deep breath from her nostrils as she raised a hand to attempt to rub the sleep from her eyes before beginning to sit up as some of the cloth covers shifted off her body. Then using one hand to keep her up right, she glanced around the room.. The exact room she fell asleep in a night or two ago.. She hadn't woken up since then.. Since those few days ago she had came so close to being killed. If not for her agility, surely she would've been impaled by a saber. Those other times she was not as lucky, save for the many scars littered across her body. Training as a Sith had many consequences.. But the power you'd gain training as one? Well those would always trump the latter.

She closed her eyes, letting her hands brush through her long lightened brown hair that had been tousled by sleeping for almost two days. Lately.. She had been thinking about him. She was thinking about him when she'd came so close to being ended by a saber.. Maybe he was the root of this bodily chained problem. But... It was impossible to forget about the boy she knew.. The Boy she'd seen most of her childhood and grown with for some of it. Her heart lurched in pain at the thought of a small memory. A memory where she was ripped away from him and her adopted family.. She had been so filled with rage that she crushed her captors from the inside. All because she had thought they killed him. Tears then began to well up at the corner of her eyes as he mouth curved into a frown, her hand scrunching around strands of her hair while the other balled up a fist of blanket. The tears then fell down her face as he eyebrows furrowed, knitting together as pain and anger melded together into one emotion.. Hurt. She was hurting. This place truly did make her feel alone... Showing no weakness whatsoever.. Only to cry silently behind a sealed door. There was nothing painless about being a Sith or even a force user at best.. She wished something horrible that she never even had this power. It would've done others a lot of good if she hadn't.. And now look where the girl is.. Training as a Sith from the dark side. Training under the Empire.

She remembers the time when she was offered a hand.. To train at the Jedi temple... Needless to say she refused and cut down a Jedi. The hand in the dark she so badly wanted to take? Just cut off by a saber and crushed at the bone with force.

She let in a shaky breath as she then began to frantically wipe away the tears all while trying to get up from her bed.. Just barely stumbling as she went over to the fresher. She came just right in front of the mirror.. Staring back at herself in the reflection. A brown hair and yellow-eyed woman, scars and freckles dotted across her face like constellations in the stars. Not to mention her eyes were red and puffy from crying. Without thoughts she switched the tap on, cupping some water in her hands as she bent slightly over to splash it against her face before turning the tap off. She then snatched a clean towel from the hook, drying her face with a patting motion. "You can't forget who you are.." Then beginning to speak as she sat the towel down on the counter. "You need to forget who you once were." She continued on with those key words.

"Your name is Caihel." She blinked, her hues turning red for just a moment.