The large temple was my home. It was my place of rest, my place of worship and my place of refuge. Who would've thought that it would be the place of my pain and my hatred? Who would've that I would flee from this place for my own safety? What a strange irony. A place of worship becoming a place of slaughter.
I was small, but a child. My parents were so beautiful and admirable. My mother, a high priestess in the temple, and my father, a Jedi. Such irony in my life yet I did not see it so. They were my parents and my friends. And now they are gone. Why? Why?
I was sleeping when it happened. My parents were talking in the large room that we called our living room. I awoke to the sound of screaming and the sound of a lightsaber clashing with blaster shots. I rushed up only to see my mother and father trapped in a circle of raiders. I could do nothing.
I attempted to run forward but my parents shouted me to stay back. I watched in horror, seeing my father ambushed by several raiders, firing shots from all directions until he had holes in every single limb. The blood covered the floor. I was horrified and angry.
My mother begged helplessly for them not to kill her. She was forced to her knees, facing towards the temple's entrance as a raider walked forward and pushed the blaster against her head. I watched in horror as the trigger was fired as my mother screamed out in mercy. It was to no prevail.
Finally, the raiders turned to me. I wanted to fight them, I wanted to kill them but I knew I would never win. I turned and ran, looking back at my mother and father and the pool of blood that surrounded them both. Volleys of blaster shots fired around me but I just ran until I found refuge.
The memory flooded Sarce's mind with poweful force and he was thrown back by the emotion and anger that was hidden in the reminiscence. Distress and emotion latched onto his heart and he suddenly felt weak and lost in this world. He had lost his family yet he had never realised the true pain.
His mind was a memory. A visual interpretation of the sleeping memories that hid within the darkness of his mind. This was what he saw. A merciless slaughter of his family. Truly horrific. He struggled to control his shaking as the memory lingered in his mind, causing shock and pain to surge through his blood and veins.
I was small, but a child. My parents were so beautiful and admirable. My mother, a high priestess in the temple, and my father, a Jedi. Such irony in my life yet I did not see it so. They were my parents and my friends. And now they are gone. Why? Why?
I was sleeping when it happened. My parents were talking in the large room that we called our living room. I awoke to the sound of screaming and the sound of a lightsaber clashing with blaster shots. I rushed up only to see my mother and father trapped in a circle of raiders. I could do nothing.
I attempted to run forward but my parents shouted me to stay back. I watched in horror, seeing my father ambushed by several raiders, firing shots from all directions until he had holes in every single limb. The blood covered the floor. I was horrified and angry.
My mother begged helplessly for them not to kill her. She was forced to her knees, facing towards the temple's entrance as a raider walked forward and pushed the blaster against her head. I watched in horror as the trigger was fired as my mother screamed out in mercy. It was to no prevail.
Finally, the raiders turned to me. I wanted to fight them, I wanted to kill them but I knew I would never win. I turned and ran, looking back at my mother and father and the pool of blood that surrounded them both. Volleys of blaster shots fired around me but I just ran until I found refuge.
The memory flooded Sarce's mind with poweful force and he was thrown back by the emotion and anger that was hidden in the reminiscence. Distress and emotion latched onto his heart and he suddenly felt weak and lost in this world. He had lost his family yet he had never realised the true pain.
His mind was a memory. A visual interpretation of the sleeping memories that hid within the darkness of his mind. This was what he saw. A merciless slaughter of his family. Truly horrific. He struggled to control his shaking as the memory lingered in his mind, causing shock and pain to surge through his blood and veins.