RHESARYA SOLARIS DIED in fire and ashes, but the same time Rhya was born.
Rhesarya died, over and over, as she saw her parents being murdered. She died as she hid under her bed, as she watched with big, frightened eyes a man entering her house, walking towards her mother and father. Her parents, who had ordered her to hide, with a hushed voice and panic in their eyes.
She closed her eyes as she heard the sound of a blaster. And as the house started burning, as flames were licking on the satin sheets of her bed, Rhesarya fled. Out of the window, through the garden and onto the dimly-lit street.
Rhesarya Solaris died as she watched her home burn from afar, as she saw the smoke rise to the pale moons. Fire was dancing in her eyes, its orange light making her face glow in the dark. It was a cold night and the only witnesses of the crime were the little girl and the cold, distant stars.
But in the same time, Rhya was born. She was born out of fire, of pain and agony and flames.
And as her tears dried, as the girl stopped sobbing and inhaled the cold night air, the heat and the smoke vanished and steel hardened around the girl's heart.
Because she was crafted like a sword, a deadly blade: in order to rise she had to burn first, but when the heat was gone and the metal cooled down, Rhya was adamant iron.
And so she turned her back to the flames and her home, her silhouette enlightened by the fire and sparks behind her.
Rhya was born on the day she took a stranger's hand and walked into the cruel, wide galaxy.
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IN THE YEARS to come the stranger whose hand she once took became her mentor. He taught her to fight and to kill, to be smart and to be determined. He taught her how to be a bounty hunter.
And with every kill she made, with every wound she caused, she lost more and more of herseld.
There is no moral. I fight to survive.
And when Khya's mentor died, she was alone once again. She was alone as she screamed to the distant stars, begging them to give her mentor back. But they never answered. So she had added another wall of steel around her heart and lost a part of it at the same time.
We live in a cruel galaxy. And life is a fight.
Year for year, Rhya had been alone, hardening her armor around her body and her heart. She was already a feared bounty hunter, highly respected in the guild. During the days she used her fire to burn her enemies and in the night she tried to fill the loneliness with it.
Because she truly was alone. Wandering through the galaxy with her loyal droid, but still alone. She had no compagnion and she did not want one, because she trusted no one but herself.
A cruel galaxy. Your only ally is yourself.
And Rhya did not fail. Whatever she did, she knew she would not fail. Because she had felt helpless once and she never wanted to feel that way again. Never again she would hide under satin sheets, waiting for the danger to pass. Never again she would run away, with tears streaming down her face. No, she would never again be helpless. And so she had trained, had learned any possible way of defending herself and of killing others.
Rhya was born out of flames, and she had never looked back.
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Ugh YES. I am sad and so sorry for poor rhya. But she will get good company soon👀
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