Ryla Relvinian
Sep 2nd, 2005, 10:54:58 PM
You can't imagine how painful it is to feel your leg shatter. It's a sound, more than a feeling, really. A sort of hollow, echoing sound that makes your breath catch in your throat before you even realize that you're falling, falling off the edge of the meditation balcony, off the edge of the east spire of the once-luminous Jedi Temple. It's a feeling of complete and utter surprise, and horror, and a terror like the first time you were ripped from your mother's womb.
Pain. Light. Sound.
fallingfallingfallingfallingfalling
Thankfully, by the time I hit, my leg was the last of my worries. I hat hit a transport, of all things, surprising the hell out of the driver and his passenger, and with the impact of the hit knocking the wind out of my lungs, and breaking several ribs in the process, I suddenly felt my shattered leg flare back into life.
As I lay in the back of the transport, struggling to keep consciousness, I tried to take a deep breath, to center myself... I remembered, with a slight laugh that was brought on by the hysteria or the pain or something, that I had been training some of the younglings this very same trick, just days ago. And then, all the humor went out of my body like blood draining from a dead man. The younglings.
The children.
What had happened?
I pressed my pain down slowly, using my will to control the trembling that had taken over from my body starting to go into shock. Then, without warning, it hit me. I reached out just a thin tendril to the Force, and came up empty.
You can't imagine how painful it is to feel your hope shatter.
I haven't forgotten that feeling.
Pain. Light. Sound.
fallingfallingfallingfallingfalling
Thankfully, by the time I hit, my leg was the last of my worries. I hat hit a transport, of all things, surprising the hell out of the driver and his passenger, and with the impact of the hit knocking the wind out of my lungs, and breaking several ribs in the process, I suddenly felt my shattered leg flare back into life.
As I lay in the back of the transport, struggling to keep consciousness, I tried to take a deep breath, to center myself... I remembered, with a slight laugh that was brought on by the hysteria or the pain or something, that I had been training some of the younglings this very same trick, just days ago. And then, all the humor went out of my body like blood draining from a dead man. The younglings.
The children.
What had happened?
I pressed my pain down slowly, using my will to control the trembling that had taken over from my body starting to go into shock. Then, without warning, it hit me. I reached out just a thin tendril to the Force, and came up empty.
You can't imagine how painful it is to feel your hope shatter.
I haven't forgotten that feeling.