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DRAGONSLAYER ╱ 2024.
𓆩✧𓆪
The face from a thousand years ago is your own. ALYHNA REYNTIER CORVAX emerges from beyond the limitless horizon into countless futures that cannot let go of her, but are desperate to leave her in the shadows of the past. She is the ghost of grand and gilded haunts, tethered to a legacy of riches that has lost its value; the corporeal goddess of an abandoned religion who has overstayed her welcome to walk upon the earth. The Force's immunity to the heartrending machinations of time lines her bloodstream and ignites her cells. Frighteningly powerful she seems and yet powerless she is. She is nothing more than a wraith with moonbeam fingers grasping in vain at the heart of the sun — the giver of mortal life. She cannot escape the fate given to her by the Force. An immortal purpose wiser than the number of her years. A destiny intertwined with reality and written in the very air she breathes. A girl hell-bent on a path toward omnipotence that no one else has been given the chance to seek. But she did not choose it nor knew what it meant. Ever since she opened her eyes to behold the unfathomable sky at the dawn of time, adorned with stars that didn't yet know their names, the Force has made her every choice for her.
(The Chosen One, the Jedi Council says. Yet her midi-chlorian count has never surpassed the Grand Master's; there is mortality in her somewhere. Weakness. I am Chosen, a voice from an ancient mouth whispers, but not for this.)
ANAKIN SKYWALKER is another one of the Force's twisted anomalies. A spear in the side of chaos and the answer to untold questions. He is a son of sand dunes and bright stars. Only a true savior would spring from the eternally lit furnaces of hope and light. He is not a cold star nor is he born of snow-capped mountains and frigid isolation. His decisions are guided by the abundance of love in his veins. It was never that way for Alyhna Corvax. Since the inception of the Jedi Order she has walked by faith. The perfect Jedi. The Force's unwavering hands — to deny her virtue would be to deny everything she has forged for the Order. To act on human nature, to risk love, would shatter thousands of years of an unchallenged institution. A dynasty standing on the edge of one woman's knife, the one who was meant to rise the highest and fall the hardest.
