Master Riani Starchylde-Ordo

She walks onto the observation deck of The Spire, the elegant monument that sits atop the Czerka Corporations main office building on Coruscant. Here she has spent hundreds of hours thinking over the course of her life. The memories she has are evenly distributed between good and bad. A lot of them dealing with her former Master, Davva Vanstra; the man would the whole galaxy will remember as Darth Eversio.

Riani Starchylde walks to the fenced in rail to look out at the Coruscant skyline as the sun sets and the twin moons begin their ascent. Her blue eyes surveying the always breath taking sight. She brushes her long blonde hair from her face as the winds are tossing it gently into her view. Her thoughts are jumbled as she has been pondering the course of her life.

She has been the devoted Padawan, prized pupil, the youngest Jedi Master on the Jedi council, a Fallen Jedi, a Sith Lord, and a redeemed Jedi. Riani is now the Blade mistress and Jedi Master holding a junior seat on the Jedi council of The Knights of Ashla.

She also is the Jedi Watchman for her home planet Dantooine; as the galaxy is on the verge of war. The Sith having several factions finally uniting to actually be a threat to the galaxy. The Grey Jedi order having declared sovereignty over several planets for their protection but having declared a non-aggression pact with The Galactic Alliance and the Jedi Order. The Mandolorians playing all sides as usual. Small cadre?s fighting battles for the highest bidders. Then there are a few planets not taking sides and wishing no part in the coming war.

With a smile her thoughts turn to Kreiton. The Zeison Sha warrior, who has been a great help to her in her returning to the Light side of the Force. His wisdom and his faith in her when she had lost all faith in herself forged a bond between them that led them down an unexpected path. They have fallen in love with each other.

Her revelry is broken by a chill running up her spine. Riani doesn?t need to look behind her to know he is there.

?Hello, Darkchylde.? He says to her through the Force.

She smirks. ?I am no longer the Darkchylde. Just as your no longer Darth Eversio.? she speaks out loud.

?I am no longer Eversio?? he questions. ?Just who am I then?? he quizzically adds.

?You are a lingering memory. One I wish to rid myself of.? she says as she turns to face him.

?Interesting theory my pupil. Care to elaborate?? he replies

?You are dead. You are nothing like the darkness you claim to be. Darkness is nothing more that the absence of light. Just like the death is the absence of life. You are both.? Riani explains.

?Padawan lessons of dogma that is. Your smarter than this. Why do you cling to such fantasies when I stand here before you a testament to my great power? I am the very essence of the Force. I bend it to my will. I am Power incarnate.? he bellows.

?The Power you have is only the power I imbue you with.? She replies her deep blue eyes slowly turning the blue chrome-like mirrors. The physical manifestation of her Dantari heritage showing her connection to the Force.

?What? Have you been ingesting Ryll? Your speaking nonsense.? Eversio questionably exclaims.

?Really? What were you doing before you came here? Where were you before coming to the Spire? What is your last memory before coming here?? she asks calmly.

?I do not have to answer to you my comings and goings or my dealings.? He retorts.

?That is because until right now at this moment you were not anywhere or doing anything. Your nothing more than a figment of my imagination. A lingering ghost of a memory. A memory of the man I held dear in my heart. My Master, my mentor, and my lover; Davva Vanstra the fallen Jedi who became Darth Eversio.? Riani stares intently at him.

?Your daft, Riani. You have let those foolish Jedi poison you against me. Against our plans to bring peace to the galaxy.? Eversio rants.

?Prove it then.? is her only reply.

?What?? he asks shocked at her reply.

?Prove it.? she replies again this time giving emphasis on each word as if it were separate from each other.

?I will not prove myself to you. You know the power I hold.? he replies with anger in his voice.

?Why? Is the mighty Darth Eversio afraid?? she intentionally goads him.

?I am not afraid of anything. It is you who should fear me, Jedi.? he says as he steps forward to her menacingly.

Riani does not move. Standing her ground as she says. ?I am not afraid of you. Your gone. Dead and burned at a funeral pyre. The only place you remain alive is in my mind.?

?I exist everywhere and everywhere at once.? he stops right in front of her looking down at her through the mask he wears to hide his features.

?Prove it then.? Riani says again.

?I will not.? he replies the anger in his Force projected thoughts raging.

?Because you can?t. Because your not alive in any form.? She says confidently but with tender caring in her voice. ?It is time for me to let go of my past. It is holding me back from my destiny.? she adds.

?Your destiny? What destiny? Kreiton is your destiny?? he asks with a hint of remorse and confusion.

?Kreiton is only part of my destiny. My destiny is becoming more clear every passing day. I feel you?re the key to finding it.? she states.

?How can I be the key if you deny that I am alive and that I am a figment of your imagination?? He asks
.
?By finally letting you go. Finally moving from underneath your shadow. To become my own person in mind, spirit and in the Force.? she replies calmly.

?I am a part of you. I molded you in my image. I made you who you are. I created you.? Eversio seethes in the Force.

?Yes, but you do not live my life for me. You do not make my choices. I am not a bystander in my own life. ?she says with conviction. ? I am Riani Starchylde. You are not. Your nothing but a memory given life by my desire not to lose you in my life. It was my vain attempt to keep you alive because of the guilt I carried for killing you that night. The night that was the first step of breaking free of your stranglehold on my life.?

?You?ll never be free of me. I am your very lifeline to the knowledge you seek about your past. Who you are. You need me still.? he rages.

?I do not need to know who I was. What is important is who I am now and who I am destined to be. I don?t need you for that.? She says as she turns away from him.

?You need me. I will never let you go.? he grabs both of his lightsabers and ignites them.

?I do not need you anymore and you are not capable of holding me in your sway any longer.? she turns to look at him with compassion. ?I am free.? she walks past him heading for the door of the turbolift.

?Noooo! If your not going to join me you will die by my hand. I created you. I will destroy you.? He lunges at her turned back bring both of his crimson lightsabers in swath that would decapitate her and cleave her torso from her waist.

?Goodbye, Davva.? is all she says as the lightsabers pass harmlessly through her.

He stands there in shock and confusion. He looks at his lightsabers then up to her as she enters the turbo lift. As she turns he notices her eyes are no longer those blue chrome-like mirrors. They have become more chrome-like; silver mirrors. He looks back down at his hands which are turning into vapors being carried away by the wind. As the turbo lift doors close he realizes she was right. She has moved on. She has become her own person. She doesn?t need him anymore. In the final moments before his body completely discorporates he goes to scream her name. There is no sound ushered from his lips because who can hear a dream?s voice when the dreamer no longer dreams the dream.