Silent Reckonings [Yord Fandar x OC]

Epilogue

" I feel no need to forgive but I might as well,
But let me kiss your lips so I know how it felt.
Pay for my coffee and leave before the sun goes down.
Walk for hours in the dark feeling all hell.
Don't hold your breath, forget you've ever saw me at my best.
You don't deserve what you don't respect,
Don't deserve what you say you love and then neglect."

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The room was a somber tableau of grief and confusion. Master Norin, Master Sol, Jecki, and Yord stood amidst the wreckage of Elara's apartment, their faces etched with despair. The only sound was Thorin's plaintive cries, echoing in the now-empty space.

Yord, his heart heavy with regret, approached the crib where Thorin lay. The child, still crying, reached out his tiny hands as if sensing the presence of a father he had never known. Yord's heart swelled at the sight—the boy was a mirror of Elara, with the same expressive eyes and delicate features. He fell to his knees beside the crib, tears streaming down his face.

Master Norin gently lifted Thorin, cradling him as the baby's tiny hands grasped at his clothes. Thorin's eyes met Yord's, and the baby's lip quivered. With a soft, questioning voice, Thorin uttered a name he had heard often but never fully understood: "Yoyee."

Yord's sobs grew more intense at the sound of the name. He reached out, his hand trembling, but stopped short, overwhelmed by the crushing realization of his failure. He had stayed with the Order, leaving Elara to face the darkness alone, and now their son would grow up without his mother—and without knowing the father who had abandoned them both.

"Elara," Yord whispered through his tears. "What have I done?"

Master Norin looked at Yord with a deep, sorrowful understanding. He had seen the pain in Elara's eyes, felt the weight of her choices, and now he was witnessing the fallout of those choices. He held Thorin close, his own eyes filled with tears for the young mother he had failed to protect.

Jecki, standing beside Master Sol, tried to offer words of comfort but found herself at a loss. The room was heavy with the finality of their loss. They had come too late, their attempts to rescue Elara failing in the face of the overwhelming power that had taken her away.

The only light in the room came from the dim glow of the street outside, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly. The apartment, once a place of life and hope, now felt like a tomb, a silent witness to the tragedy that had unfolded.

Master Sol placed a hand on Yord's shoulder, offering silent support as the Jedi grappled with their grief. The burden of their choices, the weight of their duty, and the loss of a friend and ally were almost too much to bear.

As the shadows lengthened and the light from outside grew fainter, the sense of mystery deepened. Where had Elara been taken? What had become of her in the darkness she had been forced to confront? The answers eluded them, leaving a void that would never be filled.

Thorin's cries began to soften as he was gently rocked by Master Norin. The baby's tiny hands still reached out, seeking comfort in the midst of the chaos. The Jedi knew they had to find a way forward, but for now, they were left to mourn the loss of Elara, the mother of Yord's child, and the light that had been extinguished far too soon.

The apartment, once filled with hope, now stood as a poignant reminder of the choices made and the consequences borne. The echoes of Elara's life lingered in the dim light and the shadowed corners, a tragic testament to the price of duty and the unfulfilled promise of a future that would never come to be.

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Author's note:

FIRST PART DONE! 😭😭

I hope u all liked this book. Maybe I'll do a second part for this one. If I'll see that the stats of this book is becoming steadier. If handful of readers would want to read the second part.