Family and Flame [The Mandalorian]

The Memory

As a child of five, innocence enveloped me like a warm embrace, shielding me from the harsh realities of the galaxy beyond our tranquil village.

But on that fateful day when the death troopers descended upon us, innocence shattered like fragile glass, leaving only shards of fear and despair in its wake.

"I love you, minu väike sõdalane." My mother whispered, her voice trembling with emotion as she hurried me into the narrow alleyway behind our home. She lifted me into the cold embrace of a dusty crate. Then she pressed a crystal necklace into my tiny palm. "Take this, Mara. It's the Fire Crystal, a symbol of our people. Keep it with you at all times. It will protect you."

Her white hair cascaded like a waterfall around her shoulders, her purple eyes alight with fierce determination. In that moment, she seemed like a guardian angel, shielding me from the storm that raged outside.

From the darkness of my hiding place, I watched as the troopers stormed our village. My mother's figure disappeared into the chaos, her silhouette a blur of motion as she darted back out into the street, out of my sight.

All I could hear was her scream, a heart-wrenching cry that echoed through the alleyway, mingling with the deafening roar of blaster shots.

"Mama!" I cried out, my voice lost in the cacophony of destruction.

"Ole alati julge." Her voice echoed in my mind.

For hours, I remained hidden in the crate, the air thick with the acrid scent of smoke and despair. I caught sight of a figure in the distance, clad in dark armor. Moff Gideon, the architect of our suffering, his presence casting a shadow over the ruins of our once-vibrant community.

When the troopers finally departed, leaving behind a trail of devastation in their wake, I emerged from my sanctuary to find a world forever changed. the hours that followed, as I wandered the empty streets of our village, my heart heavy with grief and my mind consumed by thoughts of vengeance.

I looked down at necklace in my hand. My mother had left me her Fire Crystal, its soft glow in the dim light of dawn. I balled my hand into a tight fist.

I was alone....
No family...
Nothing....

Clutching the Crystal tightly in my small hand, I cried for I had never felt so alone. With each passing day, the flames of devastation and hatred burned brighter within me. And though the road ahead may be fraught with danger and uncertainty, I will not rest until Moff Gideon and his troopers are made to answer for their crimes.

In the depths of my grief, I found strength. With the Fire Crystal as my sword I will emerge victorious. Hate and anger surged through me.

My eyes burned with almost a sith like tint. The crystal in my hand seemed to glow darker.

For my mother, for my people, for justice.

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In the years that followed the tragedy that had befallen my village, survival became my sole focus. Struggling to navigate the harsh realities of galaxy, alone, I found myself drawn into a world of shadows and desperation.

One day, as I scoured the bustling streets for any means of food, my gaze fell upon a lone trooper.

His ominous presence a reminder of the forces that had torn my world apart. Anger boiled within me, a seething torrent of resentment and grief that threatened to consume everything in its path.

Without hesitation, I slipped into the shadows, my movements swift and silent as I stalked my unsuspecting prey. The trooper's indifference grated on my nerves, a cruel reminder of the injustice that had robbed me of everything I held dear.

With a surge of adrenaline, I closed the distance between us, my fingers curling around the hilt of a nearby dagger. In a blur of motion, I lunged forward, the blade flashing in the dim light as rage fueled my every movement.

The trooper's eyes widened in surprise and alarm as the dagger found its mark, his body slumping to the ground in a heap. But there was no satisfaction in his defeat, no sense of victory in his demise.

As I stood amidst the aftermath of my actions, a wave of guilt washed over me, threatening to drown me in its suffocating embrace.

What had I become?
A creature of violence and hatred driven by a thirst for revenge?

None of the passerby even spared a second glance at the dead trooper. Most hated the Empire anyway.

I slipped back into the shadows, a feeling of despair and disorientation.

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