Death of the Wolf...
By Lonewolf
I laid there on the ground of the battlefield, the wound deep into my right lung. The yellow lightsaber blade had found its mark through my armor, piercing through flesh and bone. I gasped for air as I looked up to the red sun as its rays showed through fire and smoke. How did it come to this, I asked myself. My left lung worked to do the work of two, my heart beating against my chest bone. I could feel my organs start craving for oxygen enriched blood, telling my brain to send them more but the body only had so much to give. Give… I have given all I have…
People would say that their life would flash before their eyes but no one really knew how it was until their own end was upon them. My life didn’t flash before my eyes, only the image of my wife and children. I could see them smiling at me as if standing over me. “Papa,” said my youngest, coming over to me. I turned my head to look at her. “Papa, get up, Papa. It’s time to come home.” So sweet and innocent she was.
My oldest looked at my wife, “Mom, what is wrong with Daddy?”
She laughed, “Nothing, sweetheart. He is just on his way to join us.”
“Yes,” the oldest exclaimed. “I have missed Daddy.”
I couldn’t help but smile, a tear falling from my right eye. It gathered dirt and blood as it ran down my cheek. I reached out my hand, stroking the hair of the youngest before turning back to my wife and oldest. “I have missed you all so much.”
My wife came over, kneeling down next to me. “It’s okay, Wolf, it’s okay. The pain will stop. Come, come with us and be at peace.” She took my other hand. “We have missed you.”
Turning my head, I looked passed my wife at the battlefield. Blades swung, bodies fell, blood and flesh covered the ground. So much war and fighting. I looked back at my wife who smiled. “We are waiting,” she said as she slowly faded.
I turned to my daughter as she faded as well then my youngest. “No,” I yelled. “No! No!” I reached out, as if to grab my youngest but I grabbed only the air. “No!” I gathered what connection I had with the Force, a roughly, razor’s edge with both the light and dark side. I summoned it to give me the strength I needed to stand. I took my lightsaber up, the custom handle of a wolf. I rolled to my front, to my knees and finally to a standing position.
The dark Jedi that held the yellow blade that had pierced me stood in amazement that I was even still alive. He had seen me talking to someone but no one was there. He brought his lightsaber up, clenching it in both hands. “Enough of this,” he hissed, coming towards me, ready to strike.
I flipped the switch to my lightsaber, a silver blade coming from the mouth of the wolf at its end. My left arm seemed useless. Only one arm, I thought to myself. I took a step back and parried the incoming yellow blade. I brought own blade up, connecting again to the dark Jedi’s, knocking it away. A step forward, a blow, a step back, a dodge. The Force seemed to work its magic, offering a musical dance in the duel. Side side, swing, block, back side. The dark Jedi was clearly calling upon the dark side of the Force, anger overtaking him because I should have already been dead.
Finally the opening came that I was waiting for. The dark Jedi lunged and I quickly side stepped, my blade connecting with his, sending him off balance and wide. I spun myself, the silver connecting to his back, slicing into his own armor and into the spin. He fell, his legs no longer functioning. My chest was heavy now, gasping for breath with only a single working lung. I walked over, kicking his black handled saber from his grip, the yellow blade spinning away before deactivating.
I knelt down next to him, my knee over his right arm, pinning it. I continued to breath hard. I looked down at him and shook my head. “I’m sorry,” I said. His looked at me, eyes wide as I brought my blade down across the back of his neck, removing head from shoulders. His head stayed on the place, not moving. A twitch of his arm, asking the brain for commands but found none.
Gasping another for air I stood up, walking only a few paces away from the dead man before falling to my knees again. I looked once more over the battlefield. The smell of smoke and death filled my lungs. I turned off my saber, clipping it to my belt where it had been my companion for nearly three decades. My wife and daughters stood before me again.
“Come, Daddy,” the youngest said again, coming over and pulling at my arm. The oldest came over and took my other. I felt my soul leave my body, turning to see my head was bowed and my body was dead. I walked, able to hold those that had been taken from me. I reached my wife, kissing her.
She smiled, “Welcome home.”
I smiled again, holding my daughters in each arm and my wife before me. “Yes… I am home…”
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Fiction By:
Neophyte Lonewolf (Gray Jedi) / Battle Team Tyrant Sword of House Qel-Droma of Clan Arcona [GMRG: I] [SA: III] [INQ: I]
CFx11 / SoL
{SA: DMPH - DPE - DPV}