Silent Reckonings [Yord Fandar x OC]

Chapter 29

Back on Coruscant, Yord, Jecki and other surviving Jedi were immediately transferred to the medbay of the Jedi Temple. The weight of their injuries and the toll of their mission was heavy on everyone's minds. Elara, instructed not to discuss the mission with anyone who hadn't been there, made her way to her quarters, feeling the burden of secrecy and the exhaustion from battle. As soon as her head touched the pillow, she was engulfed by a deep, restless slumber.

Her dreams were tormented by the presence of her father, who appeared again and again, a spectral figure in the darkness. He reached out to her, his voice echoing with promises and demands.

" Come with me, Elara. Leave this all behind," he would say, his eyes filled with an intense, almost desperate longing. He promised her everything she had ever wanted, everything she had never dared to dream. Yet, each time, her response was the same. "I can't leave him," she would whisper, her voice trembling with conviction.

"Who?" her father would ask, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Yord," she would reply, her heart aching with the truth of it.

Her father's laughter was cruel and cutting. "Do you really think he cares for you as you care for him? You are merely a padawan to him, Elara. Nothing more." His words twisted the knife deeper into her heart, making her question everything she believed in.

Anger and heartbreak mingled as she ignited her lightsaber, charging at him with a fierce cry. The dream always ended there, only to repeat itself, trapping her in a cycle of torment. In her sleep, she panted hard, gasping for air, crying and shouting, her clothes drenched in sweat.

She was jolted awake by the shrill sound of her comlink. It was Master Norin, notifying her that Yord was finally awake.

Elara quickly wiped her tears and sweat, trying to steady herself before making her way to the medbay. She took the lift to the upper levels, where the medbay was located. The doors opened to reveal stark white walls and rooms lined up on either side of the hallway. Small benches were positioned near the doorways of each room, offering a place for anxious visitors to sit. She walked purposefully down the corridor until she found Yord's room.

She stopped in front of the door, staring at it, feeling a mix of dread and hope. She hesitated, her heart heavy with unresolved emotions. Yord had hurt her deeply, making her second-guess everything between them. He had not addressed their problems properly, leaving her in turmoil. She knew about the Jedi Code forbidding attachments, and she had crossed that boundary a long time ago. Did Yord feel the same, or was it just a casual affair for him? Casual sexual relations were allowed in the order, but nothing more. For her, it wasn't just casual. But what about Yord?

She sighed deeply, starting to walk away when the door opened suddenly.

"Elara," Yord's voice called out, gentle yet firm. "I can sense you out there. Please, come inside."

She hesitated again, torn between her feelings, but heard the pleading in his voice. With another deep sigh, she entered the room.

Yord lay on the bed, his face showing a few healed gashes and his left hand wrapped in a cast. The medical droids had successfully repaired his bones, but the cast was necessary to ensure the new bones would be strong.

Yord patted the side of his bed, inviting Elara to sit beside him, but she remained standing.

"How are you, Master Yord?" she asked, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound detached.

Yord looked at her with a pained expression. "Elara, we've talked about this. When we're alone, please call me by my first name."

Elara shook her head, her resolve firm. "I'm not sure that's appropriate. I'm not comfortable with that right now. I would like to stick to calling you Master Yord."

Yord sighed, his eyes filled with regret. "Elara, I'm sorry for everything. I never meant to hurt you."

Elara's heart ached at his words. She wanted to believe him, but the doubts lingered. "I need to know. Was it just... casual for you?"

Yord's gaze locked onto hers, his expression earnest. "I... No, it wasn't just casual for me. I care about you, Elara. More than I should, according to the Code."

Elara's eyes filled with tears, the weight of her feelings overwhelming. She wanted to believe him, but the pain was still too fresh.

"I..." she began, but her voice faltered. She couldn't seem to find the right words. Her eyes fixed on the floor, unable to meet his gaze.

Yord nodded, his voice soft. "I understand. Take all the time you need. Just know that I'm here for you, whatever you decide."

Finally, Elara sat down on the edge of the bed, the weight of the day pressing down on her. They sat in silence for a moment, the air heavy with unspoken words. Elara took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "How are you feeling, Master Yord?"

Yord attempted a smile, trying to look cool despite his injuries. "It's not that painful, honestly. I'll be fine."

Elara nodded, though she wasn't convinced. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes.

"Yes," she replied automatically, though inside she was a whirlwind of emotions. She didn't want to burden him with her turmoil.

"Is there any update about the mission?" he asked.

"No updates from Master Norin or Master Sol,"she said flatly. "It's only been a few hours since our arrival at the Temple."

Yord looked at her intently. "How's Osha?"

"I don't know," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "They gave her a room somewhere near here.That's all I've heard."

An awkward silence fell between them, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging in the air. After a long pause, Yord broke the silence. "Elara, I'm sorry for everything. I know things are complicated between us, and I want you to know that I care about you. I just... I don't know how to make things right."

Elara's eyes flickered with pain. "I don't know. Maybe it was a mistake. We shouldn't have done it."

"It wasn't a mistake for me," Yord said earnestly.

Elara's heart clenched, but she forced herself to remain detached. "Maybe it'll be better to forget those mistakes, Master Yord. Let's not talk about those... moments again."

She shifted her feet and avoided his gaze. "I think you should rest," she said, her voice soft but firm. With that, she turned and exited the room, leaving Yord alone with his thoughts and the lingering sense of regret.

As she walked down the hallway, Elara felt a mix of relief and sadness. The conversation had been difficult, but it was a step towards healing, even if it left her feeling more alone than ever. She knew she had to find her own way through the emotional storm, but for now, she needed to rest and gather her strength for whatever lay ahead.