The feeling grows within...
He had felt traces of this mystery in stints as he'd grown older, and often wondered what this meant. Tyrrazapon rested in the quarters of his ship the Nefarion Wraith and pondered the feelings that strengthened within as he drew closer to his destination.
He had left his home world a mere four years prior after the incident with his father in search of some answer to why all the misfortunes of the galaxy seemed to crash down upon him.
Presently, the thought of this mysterious power could not be shaken from his mind. He remembered feeling it when he'd persuaded his captors to let him go, and remembered being confused at how easily they'd agreed. He remembered the chilling feeling he had gathered as he ran his father's lightsaber through his slumbering chest, and the thought of it made him shudder. Not from grief or guilt, but because he had felt alive and complete.
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