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Darth Talon: Secrets of the Sith ANIMATION
The Crimson Shadow of Korriban
In the black heart of Korriban, where the tombs of ancient Sith Lords rose like broken teeth from a wound in the earth, Darth Talon walked alone. Her scarlet skin shimmered faintly beneath the twin moons, her tattoos glimmering like dark runes alive with whispers. The desert winds were dry and venomous; they carried secrets. And tonight, they spoke her name.
She had been summoned.
The message had come as a flicker in the Force—soft as a caress, deep as a command. A voice neither male nor female, but something in between, laced with a strange music that made her pulse quicken.
“Come, Talon. The shadows await.”
She had obeyed. Yet as she descended into the valley of tombs, her instincts screamed. The Force was thick here, coiling and whispering in layers of memory and deceit. It clung to her like smoke from a long-dead fire.
A presence stirred beneath the sands.
And then, from the darkness ahead, a figure emerged.
The Sith was tall, cloaked in robes of black and gray that shimmered faintly like mist. His hood concealed his face entirely, but when he spoke, the words seemed to echo inside her head rather than enter her ears.
“Darth Talon,” the stranger said, voice smooth as liquid glass. “Last of the handmaidens to a crumbling Empire. How exquisite you are.”
Talon’s yellow eyes narrowed. “You presume much, shadow. Who are you to summon me here?”
The hood inclined ever so slightly. “A teacher. A keeper of the old ways. A master who might yet show you what you truly are.”
She lifted her saber hilt, its curved metal gleaming in the red moonlight. “I have a master. His name you are not fit to speak.”
“Krul?” the figure murmured, almost tenderly. “Yes. His name burns bright—like a dying star. You serve him as he served others. But I offer you freedom, Talon. Power unmarred by obedience.”
She ignited her blade with a hiss, its crimson light casting their shadows long and twisted across the stones. “I need no liberation from strength.”
The figure laughed softly. “Ah. That’s what every Sith says before the chains close around their hearts.”
And then, the air trembled.
The world blurred—darkness folding into itself. The tombs stretched into infinity, and Talon felt herself falling. The sands turned liquid, red as blood, swallowing her whole.
When she opened her eyes, she was somewhere else entirely.
She stood inside a great hall, walls carved from obsidian that pulsed faintly as if alive. Fire burned in bowls of bone, their light revealing carvings of Sith Lords devouring one another, each face frozen in rapture or agony.
A voice drifted through the flames. “Welcome to your memory.”
Talon turned, saber still in hand—but now her blade burned blue, not red. Her heart seized.
Blue—the color of the Jedi.
She looked down. Her armor was gone, replaced by simple robes, pale as moonlight. She dropped the weapon as if it burned her.
“What trick is this?” she demanded, though her voice faltered. “What illusion?”
The unseen voice chuckled. “Not illusion. Revelation. Do you remember what it was like to be unbroken? To be more than a weapon?”
“I was never a Jedi,” she snarled.
“Perhaps not in title,” the voice said. “But once, before your flesh was marked, before your mind was chained, there was doubt. There was light.”
And then she saw herself—another Talon, standing across the hall. That Talon’s eyes were clear, her tattoos gone, her expression serene. She looked upon the warrior version of herself with pity.
“You could have been more,” said the mirrored Talon softly. “You could have healed worlds instead of burning them.”
Talon lunged forward, igniting her saber again—but the blue blade fizzled out, turning to mist in her grasp. The other Talon only smiled sadly.
From the darkness, the hooded Sith appeared once more, hands clasped as if in prayer. “You see, my dear? The line between strength and sorrow is thinner than you believe. Every mark on your skin, every oath you swore—it was carved by fear.”
“Fear is the source of power,” Talon spat.
“Fear,” he said gently, “is the cage you call freedom.”
She moved to strike again—but the hall dissolved like smoke, and she was standing now in water up to her knees. The black tide stretched endlessly, rippling beneath a sky of bruised …(more at https://www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)
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