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Aeraie

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"I remember this day. It was the day they decided to cast me out of the council," Saint thought to himself. Slowly, the younger Saint awoke inside the tank. Soon, someone was helping him out of it, telling him the news. They brought him a pair of shears and left him alone. A tear slid down his face as he cut his padawan braid away; they had already taken his lightsaber. He put on a scoundrel's outfit and exited the building to the ship outside.
Once again, the illusion faded, leaving the real Saint sobbing and alone. Still, he found the courage to open the door to the next room.
Next, he saw a shaggy, beaten down version of himself attacking someone in full Mandalorian Beskar armour. Despite giving his all to the fight, he attempted to hit the Mandalorian between the plates on his shoulder, and missed. The Mandalorian took this opportunity to press his own vibroblade against Saint's neck. Saint dropped his own vibroblade and held his hands up. The Mandalorian chuckled.
"Teach me," Saint panted.
"Teach you? Teach you what, boy?" The Mandalorian responded.
"Teach me how to fight like a Mandalorian. Like you," Saint said.
"Why would I do such a thing?" The Mandalorian replied.
"Because..because fighting is all I have left. At least this way, I can hold on to fighting. Besides, I can tell you're Force Sensitive. I was in the Order, once. I can teach you what I know," Saint breathed. For a long few moments, the figure considered this. The real Saint watched, breath tightening against his chest, even though he knew the outcome of this memory was a good one.
"No," The Mandalorian chuckled.
"No?" Saint replied. The real Saint froze in terror. This wasn't what had happened.
"I reject your offer," The Mandalorian said, making one broad sweep with his vibroblade, cutting Saint's head clean off. The real Saint unleashed a scream, gripping his own neck as if the blow was dealt upon his own neck.

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Aeraie

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The Mandalorian slowly turned towards the real Saint, taking his helmet off in the process, revealing Ninjasomg's scarred features.
"You are weak. You always were. You've always let everyone else down. I can't believe I actually dragged you around for all those years. I don't just hate you, Saint. I despise your existence. I wish you were never alive. I wish I had never met you," Ninja said. Saint began to slowly back up.
"Ninja! What about the blood brothers pact? Killing me would be killing yourself!" Saint screamed to the Mandalorian.
"In this day and age, the blood pact never happened. It gives me the chance to wipe out your existence. Goodbye, Saint," Ninja grinned devilishly.
"You...you aren't real! You're just an illusion!" Saint screamed.
"Am I?" Ninja replied, advancing a few steps towards Saint. He drew his lightsaber and flicked on the shining blue blade. Saint, in return, whipped out his two crimson blades, turning them both on.
"You're evil!" Saint yelled.
"Am I really? You're the one holding the red blades. You're the one with the bloodstained hands. I'm the hero here, and you're the villian. I'm correcting the world of the wrong you are," Ninja responded. Tears trickled down Saint's face, and he realized how confused he was. Was this real? Where was he? Is this what Ninja really thinks of him?
Ninja advanced, using a Force Push on Saint. Saint lost a few feet in ground, and used Force lightning on Ninja, who simmered both from anger and from the blow. Simultaneously, the brothers who never were advanced upon eachother, unleashing a wide range of lightsaber attacks upon eachother. Ninja Force Dashed around the other side of Saint, slicing at his back. Saint arched his back in pain, barely able to parry Ninja's next blow. Ninja Dashed away and back again, trying to replicate what he had just done. Saint barely managed a Slow on Ninja, jumping out of the way as Ninja smacked into the invisible barrier of the temple wall.

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Aeraie

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With Ninja momentarily stunned, Saint used the chance to Force Pummel Ninja into the floor over and over. At last, Saint stopped, hesitating on his next move. Ninja rose, grinning that same old devilish smile.
"You are weak. You always were. Even now, in these last moments we'll share together, you display your weaknesses like a filthy beggar shows his dependancy. Now, for the very last time, goodbye Saint," Ninja spat, raising his hands to Force Crush Saint.
"NO!" Saint screamed, dropping both lightsabers and thrusting his hands out and apart, Force Shattering Ninja into a million pieces. Saint dropped to his knees, cradling his head in his hands, tears soaking into the earthy surface of the temple as the mirage faded. Far in front of him, at the very end of the passage, an ancient computer hummed to life. Although no one ever looked at the screen that night, it read, "SUBJECT SUCCESSFUL. LOCK ONE UNLOCKED TO THRONE ROOM. SYSTEMS SHUTTING DOWN..."

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Aeraie

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Chapter 5: Lose Control

Lost walked prudently down the dimly lit temple hall. Suddenly, he came upon a scene that made him stop in his tracks. There, in the temple, were all members of the strike team sent to the temple, huddled around something. Lost quickly ran over to see what it was. There, in the center of the room, was Aeraie, lying on the floor with multiple deep chest wounds from some sort of trap. She was coughing up blood, clinging on to the threads of life. Jag noticed Lost approaching and whipped around.
"Where the hell have you been? You desert us and think you can just ******* stroll back in here like you're some sort of god? Well, guess what? You're not, and if she dies, I swear to god I'm going to rip your beating heart out of your chest and watch you die," Jag said. Lost was bewildered, scared, and confused.
"W-we split up, remember? I've just been...been...been doing what...what I was..told. What can I do to, to help?" Lost stuttered under Jag's glare.
"You can reverse time, you little f***head. I'm sick of this bull you've been giving us lately," Jag said.
"S-sorry," Lost replied.
"Sorry doesn't do s*** for Aer," Jag said. He turned and began to try and revive Aeraie with the others. Lost stood there helplessly, unable to do anything.
Minutes later, Aeraie ceased to breathe. Aeraie was dead.
Jag turned to Lost, Force choking him.
"YOU IDIOT! YOU LET HER DIE!" He screamed. Lost was suspended in midair as the others turned to face him, drawing their sabers. Jag dropped Lost.
"Now, we're going to kill you. And you know, it's going to feel so good," Jag grinned, advancing. The odds were one against five. Lost jumped over their line and force dashed out of the room. The mirage faded.
Panting heavily, Lost entered the next room, finding himself not in the temple but on his home planet. He trotted towards his humble home, entering the hut.

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Aeraie

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The inside of the hut was ravaged. Burnt. Ruined. Destroyed. It ceased to be the place he knew so long ago. There, in the kitchen, were two limp bodies, pools of blood surrounding them; these were the bodies of his parents. Frantically, Lost searched for a pulse over and over again in disbelief, as he had done as a child. A tear raced down his cheek and plopped onto the cold face of his mother, helplessly sliding away. Shaking with anger, Lost screamed, "Curse you brother!" Lost remembered how he watched his brother ruthlessly kill their parents, tearing through the house like a madman. Lost hasn't seen his brother since that day. The mirage faded, and Lost mustered up his strength to walk into the next room.
He was in the hut again, but this time in a room untouched. The faded ghosts of his parents stood before him.
"Ma? Da? Is that really you?" Lost said.
"Yes, honey. It's really us," his mother replied.
"Oh god. I'm sorry brother did this to you," Lost said.
"What are you talking about?" His mother questioned.
"My brother, your son..he killed you. Murdered you cold blooded," Lost said.
"You don't have a brother. You murdered us cold blooded. You're our only son, and you slit our throats," his father sid gruffly.
"No....it was brother. How could I have done such a thing?" Lost said. Suddenly, the memory poured back into his mind. It was pure, unaffected by the tainted temple. Lost had killed his own parents, and laughed as he did it. There was no brother, there was only him.
"No! This isn't possible! Brother.." Lost screeched.
"Brother is a figment of your imagination. You aren't my son; you disgust me. You lost control, and we're dead, and you're alive. Deal with it," his father said.
Overwhelmed by emotion, Lost went into a crazed rage. The house shook violently, collapsing upon itself all around Lost. As Lost banished his parents to oblivion, he stormed away in the direction he came, ignoring the flashing terminal. He was successful, and another bolt undone.

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