𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 ────── 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘴

The Revelation

It was the chill of emptiness that greeted you first—a piercing, unyielding coldness that seeped into your very marrow. You winced; the pain was a tangible tide that confirmed your survival. And though you expected to find your vision filled with the mechanical corpses of droids and the jagged ruin of the outpost, what met your eyes was instead a scene far more haunting.

There they were, the bodies of your fallen parents. Blaster wounds marred their chests, the injuries glowing ominously, and you gasped, your heart seizing in shock. As you staggered backward, your limbs collided with an imposing form, and you spun around, confronting an immense black dragon with eyes of burnished gold.

"We meet at last, Midnight Whisper. Forgive the intrusion into your memories," rumbled the dragon before you, bowing his head gracefully. "I am Tairneanach. Regrettably, I was the one who slew your parents. They breached laws sacred to our kind." He settled back onto his haunches, his presence overwhelming and irrefutable.

With a languid wave of his claw, he gestured toward you. "You stand here in this phantasm because I wish to converse, though I dwell in Nevarra, a realm far removed. It is not my wish to harm you. Our kind—such rarified dragons—you and I, we do not obliterate our lineage without cause."

He offered a solemn nod. "You are aware of their names, are you not? Ebonymoon and Shadowclaw—they were the last of the revered Night Furies, and now their legacy lives within you."

A deep sigh escaped you, a cascade of confusion and weariness. "Why reveal this to me now? Why not just destroy me and rid the galaxy of a Fury?" you demanded, your claws instinctively flexing into the illusionary terrain that burned beneath you. With each word revealed, the fabric of your understanding frayed, leaving you exposed to the harsh winds of a truth you never knew you needed.

"Because," he began, his voice resonating with a depth that seemed to echo the very core of the cosmos, "you mean so much to the Republic, even if you have yet to realize it. You are of significant value to the people." A true smile then graced his draconic features, a rarity that spoke volumes. "And you mean much to me as well. Should you perish, then I, too, shall feel the loss."

You blinked, absorbing his words. This dragon, Tairneanach, was a stranger to you, an enigma wrapped in the mystery of ancestral songs and whispers of far-off Nevarra—a planet where dragons coexisted with humans, unlike Nevar, a lava-wreathed world like Mustafar, where harmony was a rarer commodity.

Shaking your head gently, you said, "You can't kill me anyhow. I died, didn't I?" Tairneanach shook his head, a somber note in his eyes as if mourning an unspoken truth.

"No, dearling, you did not. Fire alone does not lay a dragon low—it takes far more to extinguish our kind," he explained. His words unwound a new thread of understanding in you, as you realized that, perhaps, your journey amongst the stars was merely the beginning. The galaxy held deeper secrets and ties that your heart ached to unravel—both wondrous and fearsome to behold.

With a deep sigh, you nod, acceptance heavy in your heart. "Fine, tell me what truth lies hidden from me," you say. Tairneanach's grin broadens before giving way to a gentler expression. He nudges you with a familiarity that feels strangely comforting, despite the strangeness of your connection.

"I keep you alive because we are bonded," he confesses, the revelation hanging in the air like a delicate thread of fate that connects your very beings.

In that profound moment, as understanding begins to dawn, the world around you dims and your senses are swallowed by an encroaching darkness. The last thing you feel is the warmth of Tairneanach's breath, a kindred spirit's whisper in the dark before everything fades to nothingness.