In-Sanity Part 2 Reborn

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Part two: Reborn

One-Shot

IC: Knight Bathori

Location: Batorine

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“We’re not gonna make it", by Alba August

https://youtu.be/v\_Jr2h7-9N0

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When she finally regained consciousness Bathori was no longer in Khara's room, she found herself in a small white room, laying on a hard bed attached to the wall. It took a while before she released she’d been held inside one of the cells in the basement. Quickly she got up and walked to the door, which was locked. “No...no...!!” she screamed and started banging on the door “let me out!! Let me go!!, hey!!” after a minute or so she heard footsteps walking down the spiral stairs that led to the basement, they became louder as they came close. Before the heavy cell door the footsteps stopped, she could hear that they tapped in a code to unlock the door.

With a loud click the heavy door unlocked and slide open, revealing Terrogate standing in the doorway. With her back against the wall she silently looked at him as he stepped inside. “How do you feel?” he asked calmly but she couldn’t sense his discomfort. She didn’t reply, she just looked at him. “Do you remember what you did?” he continued. Slowly she nods and softly replied “yes.” It was obvious he found it hard to see her like this, “how do you feel about it?” “I did what had to be done. They took my arm, I take their wings” the Iktotchi replied with a wicket smile. “Khara is not Skyllan!” Terrogate roared at her. “they are the same blood... I had to break the chains.. she would have turned on me!” Bathori replied as the her eyes started to become watery. “No, you are wrong!” He growled and stepped closer as he continued “Khara is just three years old... you are her mother and she loves you! She would never turn on you.” Now he stood right in front of her, looking down at her with pain in his eyes “It is you who is turning into them! You are not breaking any chains, you are strengthening them.”

His words where sharp as a blade and struck her right into her heart. Tears poured from her hollow eyes, “no... no... you are wrong..” her voice trembled as she pressed herself against the wall. “I found.... her flesh.... marinated in the fridge” he said slowly as he tried to make eye contact, “not only were you planning to eat it,” She tried to look away but he grabbed her chin and made her look at him as he continued to speak “you wanted to feed it to your family.” He paused for a moment waiting for a response but she just cried. “what did you do with her skin and bones?” the broken knight looked at him, “I buried the bones and froze the skin... to preserve them for later.” Terrogate looked shocked and let go of her chin, “to do what?” shamefully she admitted “to build a new lightsaber.” “a lightsaber?” The feline repeated as he took a step back to think a moment about what she just confessed. “You will leave her bones but I’ll allow you to make the leather... as a reminder of what you have done.” As she tried to wipe her tears on her shoulder she “I did what I had to protect” Shaking his head he replied  “Khara is you daughter, what you did was wrong” he stepped out of the cell and turned towards her once more “and until you see that you will remain here. Meditate, find clarity and heal your mind.” With those words the Catharian left the basement, locking her inside. Inside she knew he was right, but she was unable to accept the truth.

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For hours Bathori did not leave the cell, even though the door was wide open. She remained sitting on the bed, crying and screaming in anger. The voice in her mind kept reassuring what she had done was the right thing, but part of her didn’t agree. It was a battle fought in her own mind, a battle that needed to end one way of the other. Finally she had enough and left the cell.

The Iktotchi sorceress walked up to the altar, she could still see some dried up blood on the dark stone slab. For a moment she thought about how Khara had lain there, peacefully while she butchered her back. “Don’t be sad. It was the right thing" the voice in the back of her mind told her. “shut up!!!!! Just shut up!!” she screamed and climbed onto the altar, laying herself down on the cold black stone.

It was day time, she could see the blue sky through the glass bottom of the pool. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Normally she would focus on the past or the future but now she focused on her broken mind. An image started to appear, a light room with cracked mirrored walls, she started to hear voice, first her own “Break the chains.... it was the right thing", then she heard the older boy from the orphanage “shhhh just lay still, you will like it... you can't tell anyone...it will be our secret.” Her master’s booming voice “if you ever take steps to replace it, I will be back." From every direction she was bombarded with voices, with memories. As she looked around her at the broken mirrors she could see flashes of images, the faces of her demons. “sell her to the slavers" Jellka the Hutt laughed in Huttese, and then she heard Jax Heddon “playing hard to get? I like your spirit.. but I will get what I want. eventually”. Her heart was racing in her chest as she saw his face appear before her, her breath quickened in panic as she tried to find her focus. “It was just a bit of fun, what did you expect?” it was Dra'Kris'Stion, her sons father moments before she had killed him. The voice changed again, she turned around and saw Skyllan "Your mother is probably the closest thing I have to a child given that I helped nurture her talents” it was when they spoke to her son. Bathori instantly felt anger burning inside of her, her hate for them. “LIESSSSSS" she hissed out loud with her eyes still closed.

Something changed, something shifted in her mind. The light started to fade as the voices continued to scream at her. “weakling, failure, disappointment” the S’kytri of clan Acherjon shouted at her in unison, one voice stood out she saw Bellaire the Patriarch of the dead clan "With or without our help, this Wingless Kriff won't stand a chance. Her horns may shine but they are no match for a warrior's wings." The sorceress could feel her anger growing like a raging fire. “You are already broken, Bathori” the voice of Lord Xarxes said like a whisper carried on the wind as the shattered mirrors started to mend themselves, the shards merged together and the image became more clear. Another familiar voice joined, "You remind me of him actually. He never wanted power, not really. He wanted knowledge, and to be left alone" the elder Pallas said, Skyllan’s dead father now stood before her inside the darkened mirror. “NOO !!!! I am nothing like him" Bathori growled loudly, as the last cracks dissapeard, she stood inside a glass orb, curved reflective walls surrounding her.. "All my son wanted was to write poetry, like a wuss...." the elder Pallas continued but he slowly faded, all the Acherjon started to fade. One voice remained, a whisper but more clear this time, she turned and saw the Nightfather again “The hate within you, that is your weapon. Your source of power in the Force. Until you learn to use it, you will be weak” the Zabrak said, his voice faded and another echoed in her mind. She turned and there he stood again “Rather then dealing with the trauma’s of the past, I sharpen the broken pieces of my past, ready to deploy them when needed" it was her former Master, the one who had caused her to break. Bathori screamed, letting out all her anger a burst of raw power, a explosion of dark side energy. She felt the altar she lay on tremble as her eyes remained closed in meditation and everything became pitch black instantly, the voices stopped, it was just her.

Filled with anger, she kept turning around, ready to fight but there was no one. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw her own reflection a mere silhouette still to dark to see any features. She stepped closer to the mirror, trying to touch it when she heard the soft kind voice of Terrogate “Meditate, find clarity and heal your mind.” Suddenly a green glowing myst appeared, whirling around her like a tornado, lighting up the glass orb she stood in. She blinked and within the mirror she saw something walking towards her, holding a shard of glass. As she came closer Bathori realized it was her own reflection, with a devilish grin on her face. The green myst swirled around as her reflection stepped out of the mirror, leaped forward and stabbed her in the heart with the piece glass. Bathori fell, but she didn’t hit the floor she continued falling, which seemed like ages until she hit a cold stone surface.

Her eyes flung open, she gasped for air as she reached for her chest. There was no glass shard, she was back in the basement. Her body felt weak and she was dehydrated,  Bathori had no idea how much time had passed but she felt whole again. She rose up to a seated position and gazed around the room. It was barely audible but in the back of her mind she heard her own voice whispering “Ammit the Seer of Prakith is dead..... rise.... Mab... rise...” shivers went down her spine the hair on the back of her neck stood up straight. She let herself slide from the altar but when her feet touched the ground her legs couldn’t hold her and she dropped to the floor.

Not much later she heard the lock of the basement opening, and footsteps rushing down the steps. When she looked up she saw Terrogate and smiled. “you’re awake” he said with a relieved expression on his face. He slowly approached and knelt down to help her back up “how do you feel?” “exhausted and thirsty” she responded softly, her throat hurt as she spoke. “I can only imagine” he lifted her up “it’s been four days.” Shocked she stared at him as he made her sit on the altar again “four days? I.. I don’t understand.” “When I came down to bring you your food I found you meditating, I left the food and when I returned the next morning it was untouched and you hadn’t moved” he looked away for a moment “so.. did it help?” and walked away to bring her a glass of water. Bathori watched him “I think it did” she replied. The Catharian returned to her with a glass of water, she took it and drank from it at once. “Are you ready to see your children?” He paused for a moment “to see Khara?” The Iktotchi looked away, feeling ashamed and angry “I don’t think I can ever be ready, not after what I have done to her.” He placed his index finger under her chin and turned her face back to meet his “she wants to see you.... they both done surprised she frowned, she couldn’t believe it “Khara was asleep when..  when you took the wings, she doesn’t know and doesn’t understand.” he took a deep breath and continued “For now that’s good, but when she’s older she will ask questions and you will have to answer them.” A sharp comment but honest comment, it was true, one day she would have to explain to her what happened. Bathori nodded silently. “I also talked to your boy, i tried explaining to him what you were going through but I guess he will also ask questions later on.” She let out a deep sigh, nodded and looked up into his eyes and anxious Bathori said “I am ready..