[OBITUARY]

[10]

•.[STAR WARS].•
20 BBY
Revenge of the Sith
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Rain cascaded down the rugged slopes of the mountain, creating a symphony of sounds that echoed through the air. The fog rose to the peak of the top, the settlement saturated in the height being completely surrounded by haze and rain. Everything remained sheltered under the temple the ancient pillars of pearl white being the closest thing to walls in the building, it was open like a Greek temple; the ones that lived goddesses and gods. There was none of them there however not anymore at least.

The droplets fell with a gentle rhythm, tapping against the rocky surface and mingling with the soft rustles of the leaves. Wisps of the mist began to rise, shrouding the peak in a veil of grey, the scent of damp earth and pine filling the atmosphere. Each raindrop glistened as it caught the fleeting light, transforming the land save into a shimmering tapestry of greens and browns. The coolness of the air wasn't harsh, it brought a refreshing chill that invigorated the air and enhanced the sense of solitude enveloping the mountain.

Odessa Tove had been dead for a week now, the gradually dying flowers surrounding her grave was a clear indication of that.

The stairs leading up to the temple were relentless and long; that's how they were supposed to be, a way of not only secluding the resting place but also giving those who visited a moment to reconcile why they're feet pushed too and from the gravel. Historically it was believed the closer to the heavens; the easier one's body can transition to the next life of peace. If there even was peace beyond the end.

Harsh and heavy footsteps treaded too and from the steps, one after another until they found the level floor at the top. The marble casing was soft and gentle against the dark silhouette, every inch of the temple was handcrafted to perfection, clean and polished, and it relieved him slightly that it didn't align with a tomb or cage. The shadow edged closer to the large encasement saturated in the middle, a silver casket which stood with markings. They told a story of a queen born from both royal and Jedi blood, where the child was crowned young and beyond her age. It told of her great achievements and desire for genuine change and towards the end it told of her fall and more importantly her heartbreak. It was written in stone her name and memory as the last ruler of the Tove bloodline and the fall of the monarchy in Edris.

He walked until he could no longer and until his hands graced the glass crystal encasing the casket. He couldn't touch her, it wouldn't allow her too, this was his form of punishment.

Darth Vader stood and gazed down onto his loss for the first time, she was just how he remembered her but she was no longer sleeping peacefully by his side, Odessa was dead and that was something he was now forced to endure, a consequence of his own actions. He ripped the gloves from his hands urging to feel the numbing cold of the glass through his own fingers or at least what was left of them, he then took of his helmet, kneeling beside the grave just as he lowered his mask to the floor.