Eweev's tales (II)

Eweev walked into the house she had grown up in. Sadness filtered through her, as she looked around the now littered house seeing the destruction all around her.

She could feel Mark behind her. He felt cautious, as he picked his way among the remnants of furniture and a lifetime of memories.

She bent down to pick up a holovid. Borsk Naefai stood smiling at her, frozen for an eternity. The only thing left of the man who had loved and raised her as his own daughter. A stray tear slid down her face.

Eweev jumped as she felt a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Master?” he asked, as he crouched down beside her.

Eweev smiled, as memories flooded back to her. “This man made my childhood happy.” She opened her pack and placed the holovid inside.

“Your Father?”

She nodded. “Borsk adopted me and treated me as his own.” She stood, brushing dust from her skirt. Her eyes took in his. “I need to do this.” She couldn’t explain the compelling urge that pushed her forward.

“What happened here?” he finally asked, as they made their way upstairs. Pictures hung at various angles, as they went up the stairs.

“The Stormtroopers,” Eweev said, sighing, as she placed a hand on a knob and began to turn it. She gave a little shove in the force to shift the debris behind the door on the other side. “They must have searched this place for me, after they killed my Father.”

She paused just inside to survey the damage. The bed was overturned, its purple coverings strewn across the floor. Lamps lay shattered on their sides. The dresser was toppled over; its drawers and contents flung haphazardly.

The closet door hung askew on its hinges. Everything inside had been dumped to the floor in their search.

Eweev shifted in the rubble, picking up a small porcelain doll. She hugged it close to her heart; grateful one thing had survived the destruction.

Mark followed her, as she picked her way back through the rubble, holding onto the relic from her childhood.

She made her way down the hall and into another room at the back.

When she tried the door, it gave easily. The destruction in this room wasn’t as bad as hers.

She stepped over an overturned drawer, her eyes on the air shimmering before her.

She felt her heart beat faster, as she watched the air resolve itself into the force ghost of her Mother.

Deanna reached out to touch her daughter’s cheek. “The answers you seek are here, My Daughter.”

Eweev’s eyes widened. “I seek no answers.”

Her mother smiled at her. “Your heart does.” That smile turned sad. “You are walking a dangerous path.” She reached out with a luminescent hand, caressing her daughter’s cheek. “He doesn’t want to see you go down this path.”

A silent tear slid down Eweev’s cheek.