A Mother and A Memorial

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The air was cold, hurting your lungs as you breathed in sharply, your muscles spasmed, awakening, finding yourself in a dark cave. Bulbous plants illuminated on the stone walls, an eerie green luminosity. Water trickled down into a pool, with vessels that puffed up steam,  looking up to the top, statues of idols shelved on the ridges. A woman figure stood in the far distance, tall in stature, her face pure white with black markings around her eyes and mouth. Her eyes a piercing yellow nearly cat eye, her head was shaped alienoid but with a sculpted jawline. She wore a red fabric cloak and hood, draping over her body frame. Defending yourself, adrenaline pumping through your veins, you jumped up, flinging out your lightsabers, blazing , baring your teeth making yourself dominant, baring out against her tower frame "Who are you?" You snarled.

 The woman had a poker face,  she knew how you would behave in the interaction, she held out her palm, snatching away the weapons as the light sabers floated across into her hands disappearing before your eyes. You hand out your hands to hold her back, her movement was quicker as she swiped her hand and a slap fell on your cheek.  You felt drained as the force was being sucked away from you, pulled out in a green mist. The woman's lip curled a slim smile, she didn't mention a name or a reason to why you were here, she only turned her back taking a long stride across. Although it appeared she was floating. The red fabric flowed with her,

A voice entered the vacancy, it was her voice, deep and sultry. A back tract of a baritone that ghosted her.
"Come, you must seek the truth about your heritage"  you could feel your feet lifting off the ground, squirming from the invisible hold. She led the way out to a room with a coffin shaped stone tablet and tall back chairs. In the center was a glowing orange crystal ball on a silver stand. The woman offered a seat in a stone carved chair, she snapped her fingers as a tray of tea floated beside her lowering on a table, she didn't pour the tea as it did so on it's own. The oddly twisted rectangular carafe tilted as a purplish tea flowed into a similar shaped cup. It rested on the table as the woman's long pale bony fingers grasped hers. She spoke while pouring a syrup into the hot liquid,

"You are a smart girl, have you ever studied the night sisters that resided on their home planet Dathomir" she lifted up a metal spoon where the  handle was three rod curved and the center hollowed. She stirred while you sat back not taking the gesture of the drink, replying confused with a,

"No"

"It appears to me you are in for a long tale" her spoon spun in the tea as she tapped the rod against the rim of the cup. The chimes were hypnotic, chourisng off the walls as she tapped three times enchanting you, falling back into what she was about to say. 

"There was a coven called the Nightsisters, witches of the galaxy with such strong powers. Rules  had to be abided, but one of our sisters did not abide by the rules. Her name was Xamillie a weakling of the coven. She fell in love, nothing wrong with that except it was a lone Jedi who's ship crashed here, he was injured and she took aid of him with my consent. She served him and hid him away so I and the others would not have intervene. The Jedi who also broke his rules left with Xamillie, to the point she left the coven without a word. It is forbidden for a night sister to fall in love outside her race. Hearing the news I knew what I had to do."

She took a sip of her tea, setting the cup down, clicking her tongue

 "I put a curse on her spawns, when her bloodline bears their first born daughter they will be cursed with the strong powers of the nightsisters. She would have to suffer the unfortunate power she reigns from the broken law but oh it would lead her to such distraught destiny."

You wiggled in the chair, eyes looking around for any form of weapon to use to escape, you thought you could throw the cup. Your hand reached for it pretending to sip the tea waiting, the woman continued to speak

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