Anya
Just remember...your parents forced that past on you, and you must hate them for it.
The words echoed through her mind as she walked down the hall.
Oh, I do, Master! I do!
She hurried toward her quarters, elated at the prospect of finally becoming a true Sith. She imagined many scenarios of what may happen when she finally saw her parents again... and that filthy brothel owner.
She got to her quarters, sat down and began to meditate, focusing on mastering her feelings as Lord Eiron had instructed. But it was hard to stay mad when she was so happy. After all the waiting, and being left behind, she would finally begin to realize her destiny.
Anya decided that what she needed right now was to celebrate. A drink or two, but not here, and not alone. The cantina in Dreshdae was the place.
Anya got up and went out. She checked both Raezyr's and Trychon's quarters, but neither were there. Tyrrazapon was there, but she knew nothing about him.
Where are Trych and Raez? she wondered.
Stretching out with her feelings, she thought she could sense Trychon's presence somewhere near the archives, and she hurried off in that direction.
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