Alkonybestia

Aboard the First Order Star Destroyer Finalizer Six days after the Raid on Dantooine Scr-eeech!  Scr-eeech!  Scr-eeech! For a fuzzy, half-asleep second you blunder around for the cutoff switch, wondering how your cousin managed to slip in and rearrange everything so much as to disorient you this thoroughly, and replace your alarm with that that obscenely loud klaxon-- No.  No.  Reality pulls back at you and snaps taut like a tether.  That life is gone, except for the memories you carry of another way of being. You gather your wits enough to jab the off button, noting that it no longer sends an electric shock through your body to use the f

Aboard the First Order Star Destroyer Finalizer Six days after the Raid on Dantooine Scr-eeech!  Scr-eeech!  Scr-eeech! For a fuzzy, half-asleep second you blunder around for the cutoff switch, wondering how your cousin managed to slip in and rearrange everything so much as to disorient you this thoroughly, and replace your alarm with that that obscenely loud klaxon-- No.  No.  Reality pulls back at you and snaps taut like a tether.  That life is gone, except for the memories you carry of another way of being. You gather your wits enough to jab the off button, noting that it no longer sends an electric shock through your body to use the f

With a solid clank, all of the heavy bolts holding the door in place retract.  You just barely manage to step aside before the door swings open so fast that it would have knocked you clear off of your feet. It's him: the Knight of Ren. He takes a step onto the threshold, and in the confines of the cell, there is nowhere to retreat where you wouldn't feel the oppressive sense of him towering over you.  You hardly know whether the fact that you haven't stepped back any further, or climbed onto the bunk, is because you're standing your ground or you're frozen in fear.  And agony.  Your hand--the one you slammed just a minute ago into the steel

Zömök tél uralja a szürke lélek birodalmát; jéggel, széllel marja rideg falát. Néha jajveszékel magányos, őrült fájdalmában, sírva várja, hogy a jég megolvad. Ekkor szidja magát, mert ésszel már tudja: remény veszett, s nincsen, csak a kietlen lét. Mintha tavasz jönne és rácáfol a józan észre: meleg szelet küld a bús vidékre. Hideg jég elfolyik és virágot bont a kikelet. Szeret, nevet s átkarol ízibe. Felissza jóleső ill