She didn’t sleep much anymore. Food had lost it’s flavour, tasting like ash in her mouth whenever she ate. Even water no longer tasted or felt the same. Everything had lost its lustre since that moment with Aegrim. The horrors she had seen and felt constantly nagged at the corners of her mind. Things even the most vile Sith could not imagine.
Though that was hardly accurate as the most vile Sith in existence was none other than Aegrim, her master. The things he had shown her, made her felt, made her hear… it had broken her. Broken her more than when he broke her body. A body was just a thing, it could mend, could be repaired easily enough but her mind, her spirit, her will… all of that had been crushed inside a moment and there was no rebuilding that.
Yet something had come from that experience, she finally understood a small fraction of his mind. She knew now the truth about the Force and its will. Knew that she had in fact been chosen by the avatar of the Force to assist in his mission to perpetuate balance through conflict. There could be no denying the truth any longer and she looked back on who she was before the revelation.
Oresia Kryik. Arkanian. Human. Half-breed. Nothing.
Nothing.
She had been nothing before. Just another pawn in the game. Now… now she had a purpose. Oresia existed no longer. She had no name anymore, no identity. Whatever her master decided to call her, that was who she was. Whatever his commands were, that was her purpose. His will was her will. Nothing else mattered.
Even Saevio, the other apprentice.
Once, she had seen her as a rival. As a threat. Now she barely even acknowledged her existence. She didn’t care about her presence any longer. The Force had chosen her as well and in time she would learn as she had been learning but it was not her place to teach. Not unless that was her duty.
In her spare time she would busy herself with training her techniques, learning new ones and perfecting them all. She’d seek out possible targets, research every and anyone for their weaknesses, strengths, everything. And she’d learn to blend in. Become unseen even in plain sight. Become a spectre, a whisper, a ghost of a thought in the minds of lesser men. No one would fear her because no one would know of her until their final moments.
She would become the chosen one’s hand if it killed her. The truth had been shown to her and she would learn everything she could at his feet. Absorb everything he said and did, execute his orders perfectly.
She knew her mission. She knew what needed to be done.
