The story of Liara's mother and her thoughts about her future - alone or together with Din...
Warning of violence/dead
Pairing: Din Djarin x OC Female!
ReaderRating: Mature/Explicit (+18)
Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence / Love / Action&Adventure / Blood&Violence / Drama & Romance / Slow Burn / Fluff&Smut
The Perlemian trade route passed by a few planets, one of which was Abhean. There were a few large cities and space ports on it, but most of the inhabitants lived outside in small settlements and villages. There were mountain ranges, valleys, and wild rivers that thunderously churned the water before them. And then there were the quiet places, the wide fields, the flowery meadows, grasses moving back and forth in the wind, the forests with their lakes. The village of Talo bordered one of these forests and people avoided entering it, for fear. At the highest point was an old Jedi temple, its bronze roof always sparkling in the sunlight. In the temple lived a Jedi guardian, so the story went. She had never shown herself to the people. For the children it was a test of courage to run inside and those who waited in front of it counted loudly the time until the one came running out again screaming because some noise had frightened him. Others had the hope that when the world became darker, they would be protected by it. So the guardian found at a place in the forest, again and again gifts and was supplied by the people among other things with food.
Issa was sitting on the porch of her house peeling potatoes. She watched her daughter sitting on the swing attached to the thickest branch of a tree. Its leaves were already slowly changing color, the days were getting shorter and the darkness longer, autumn had arrived. The 6 year old girl had picked up a yellow leaf and let it float in front of her. She smiled as she did so and Issa sighed, thinking of the bruises her Alma always came home from school with. The fear of being different was so ingrained in people that teachers or classmates would regularly inflict pain on her just for being clueless about her abilities.
A tear came loose and she hastily wiped it away. Her children were not allowed to see that she was already grieving. She had ventured into the forest a few days ago, past the rock where the gifts for the Guardian lay, and sought out the Jedi Temple. The guardian, who introduced herself as Tahiya, had welcomed her and Issa had the feeling that she had been waiting for her. Tahiya had listened to her worries and one request and promised to take good care of Alma. Tomorrow the Jedi would pick up the red-haired girl and teach her. And protect her from the dark side of the Force. Probably Issa would never see her daughter again, but the Jedi could take much better care of Alma. Loud shouting snapped her out of her thoughts, and she saw her older sons Boj and Kaj running around Alma, throwing leaves at her and chanting a rhyme:
"Hear no call, hear no cry, the Anzati come by. They feel your power and suck your lifeblood. You are completely mute, never see light again, will die screaming, yet they don't hear you!"
Issa closed her eyes, the stories about the Anzati were very cruel, no one had seen them before, but the close home planet of this people, was also a reason why she was worried about Alma. In the stories it was mostly reported that those who had disappeared or been killed after an Anzati attack had not yet fully developed their powers and that these were mostly children. Once again the chanting was carried over and the wailing of Alma. Her brothers had pushed her off the swing and were laughing. Before Issa could intervene, Alma had raised her little hand and the two boys flew backwards into the grass. Alma looked uncertainly at her hand, and the boys scrambled back up, startled. Boj hid behind his big brother while he yelled at Alma from a safe distance that she would be the next to be taken by the Anzati. A scream made the children look toward the house. There stood their mother, horror and anger on her face. Her hands had clenched into fists.
"Go into the house at once!"
The boys preferred not to contradict and ran past their mother with their heads bowed. Alma was still sitting on the ground, watching her mother come to her. Her face reflected her fear and uncertainty.
"I'm sorry mom! I didn't mean to!" she whispered, and Issa hugged the girl to her. Lovingly, she ran her hand over the child's hair and felt her trembling as she began to sob. Until now she had accepted the incidents and hostilities without complaining, now Alma probably understood that it could not go on like this. "I'm... scared!" she groaned out between her crying. Issa gently wiped away her tears.
"So am I. But I can't help you with that!"
Issa looked the girl firmly in the eye and squeezed her shoulders.
"The Jedi will teach you. The temple is beautiful!"
Alma looked at her mother in surprise.
"You dared to go into the forest?"
Issa smiled.
"Yes, because I love you so much and want you to be well!"
She took a deep breath.
"Tomorrow we will go into the forest together and for you a new exciting chapter of your life will begin!"
Issa rose and Alma grabbed her mother's hand to get up. Together they went into the house and spent the last hours together.
Tahiya had closed her eyes and was meditating. She sat on a platform outside the temple and listened to the sounds of the night. The wind blew through the still-full treetops, which would soon lose their blaze of color. Nocturnal animals rustled in the leaves or uttered calls. She was looking forward to tomorrow, when the girl would come to her. She had already watched it from a distance and suspected that her mother would take this step. She had been so distraught when she had shown up at her house.
The guard took a deep breath and frowned. A strange smell drifted through the forest, so alien. A call from a bird that was usually only awake during the day made the Jedi tense. She rose and retrieved her light lance from the temple. The crescent moon was still so thin that hardly any light reached the ground that night. Carefully she moved and listened to what the trees told her.
A rumbling startled Alma out of her sleep. Confused, she rubbed her eyes; it was still dark, only her night light was glowing. The rumbling repeated itself and Alma slipped out of bed. Quietly, she opened the door and slipped out into the hallway. Light fell from her brothers' room, the wooden floor creaked slightly, and Alma paused. She heard a rattling sound and approached the door. The closer she got to it, the more she could hear the whimpering. The door was wide open and Alma froze as she looked into the room. She held on to the door frame, unable to believe what was happening. Boj lay motionless beside his bed, blood running from his blue eyes and ears. Someone was bending over Kaj's bed and hurting him. The boy kicked his legs, but the attacker held him down. Sucking and slurping sounds increased and Kaj's movements became less. Alma started shaking, pushed herself off the door frame and quietly ran into her mother's bedroom, which was only a few steps away. She must have heard the noises, too, after all. A breeze touched her cheek. The window was open and the curtain moved slightly in the wind.
"Mommy!" she whispered excitedly, shaking her mother by the arm.
"Mommy!"
But Issa did not respond. Alma bit her lips, why did she just not wake up. She activated the lamp next to the bed and jumped back in fright as she stared into her mother's empty, bloody eyes.
"Mom!"
Alma started to cry, totally overwhelmed with the situation. She sank to the floor, pulling her knees to her and resting her head on them.
"Don't leave me alone!" sobbed Alma. She closed her eyes, hoping she would finally wake up from this bad dream and then be comforted by her mother in her arms.
Then she heard a voice calling for her. The girl hesitated. The voice did not stop calling to her. Alma got up, crept into the hallway, only briefly heard the sucking sound and ran out of the house as fast as she could. Her bare feet carried her over the damp grass, into the forest over the leaves and stony earth. She pushed away the pain, she could feel the shadow following her, but she didn't look back. Panting, she ran up the hill, heard the buzzing, and the next moment, on a rock in front of her, stood a woman. Her long black hair blew in the wind and her yellow lightsaber illuminated the darkness. The Jedi held out her open hand, smiled encouragingly at her, and Alma reached for it. The voice fell silent. But suddenly the friendliness drained from the woman's face, she pushed Alma aside, extinguished her weapon, and leapt into the dark forest.
Alma crouched on the ground, listening to the rustling and whooshing of the wind. She shivered, from cold and fear. Her heart beat and beat, it just wouldn't calm down. A crackle here, then there. It rustled louder and louder the closer it came, and out of the bushes leapt the grimace towards her. The red eyes and its trunk were fixed on her. Alma couldn't look away, she was transfixed. But before he could touch her, the lightsaber shone and bored into her body. In her mind, Alma heard thousands of plaintive voices and she grew tired.
The Jedi pushed the dead man aside and knelt in front of Alma. The girl fell around her neck and clung to her as if she never wanted to let go.
"Come, I'll take you to your new home!" whispered Tahiya, carrying Alma up to the temple. When they arrived there, the girl had fallen asleep in the arms of the guard.
The white-blue light of hyperspace flickered on the walls in the cockpit. Liara sat in the pilot's chair, had her legs drawn up and her chin propped on her knees. She eyed the small crystal in her hands that had told her her mother's story. Liara closed her eyes, concentrated, and when she opened them again, it was actually floating above her palm. It only held for a few seconds, then she felt the weight in her hand again as it fell back. Sighing, she formed a fist around it. On the dashboard of the silver lining was one of her mother's books that she had picked up as a baby. It was the one that described the history of the Jedi. In it there was also a part about those who were not trained as Jedi, but were power-intensive and watched over things. To do this always in full consciousness without distraction, feelings to other living beings were forbidden and they left their families already in childhood. Her mother had broken the rules. Had she feared to be punished for it after birth and therefore had voluntarily left life? And she herself? She loved Din and yet everyone told her she had to continue her mother's task. How was that going to work? She didn't feel strong enough and didn't think she could live up to it. Her eyes wandered to the navigation system, they would reach the planet in 2 days, where Ahsoka was already waiting for them. Maybe the could help her with her discord. Liara felt the tiredness in her limbs, closed the book and put it back in the box. She stowed the crystal safely in her mother's small box. Then she climbed down from the cockpit and joined Din in the bedroom, who was already fast asleep. She slipped under the covers, lay down next to him and listened to his regular breathing. If she thought about having to end this and live alone somewhere for the rest of her life, she would rather destroy the crystal and have to deal with the consequences than give up the time she wanted to spend with the love of her life.
— ¿Cómo qué? —Preguntó, sin alzar la vista del libro que hojeaba—. Dicen que los humanos no pueden ver más que el 2% del mundo, hay muchas cosas que no vemos —una muestra más de la debilidad del ser humano. Era definitivamente una de las especies más deficientes en el planeta. ( @abhxan-b )
“me gustan mucho los cómics y las novelas gráficas.”
— ¿En verdad? —Hestia le dirigió una sonrisa al muchacho tras escuchar su comentario—. ¿Cuál es tu favorito?... Yo no sé mucho de eso —admitió con una suave risa. Había crecido lejos del mundo muggle y su conocimiento al respecto aún era reducido, a pesar de que su mejor amiga provenía de aquellas raíces. ( @abhxan-b )
— Eh, Abhean... —Llamó al muchacho que estaba de espaldas, preguntándose internamente porque demonios hacia esto—. Te amo —pronunció, con el ceño un poco arrugado, incapaz de esconder por completo su confusión ante aquel reto. ( @abhxan-b )
👻 tu personaje contando una historia de terror a la luz de la fogata al mío.
— Y entonces el pony salvaje se comió a toda la población y utilizó sus intestinos para decorar su mansión hecha de huesos de otros ponys —finalizó aquel relato justo como se lo había contado Nick Casi Decapitado hace unos años, cuando sostenía pláticas con los fantasmas de Hogwarts durante las madrugadas. Siempre quiso saber la veracidad de la historia; si se trataba de una simple leyenda sin fundamentos o era un acontecimiento real. Desgraciadamente no encontró nada en los libros de historia, aunque siempre podía intentar con lecturas más “fuera de lo común.” / @abhxan-b
