Chapter 12

 

My blaster sprang from its holster almost of its own accord. "Let her go."

"Will I?" The other girl cocked her head to the side, considering me. "I'm not certain." She whispered something into my sister's ear that I couldn't catch.

Reyjin's eyes were wide from fear, but she shook her head vehemently at whatever suggestion was just made.

Behind me, Kykkin was starting to get up again, so I set my blaster to its stun setting and shot him. Once more he slumped to the ground, this time unconscious. 

I spin my blaster back around so it points at the girl. "It's kind of rude not to introduce yourself."

"But you already know who I am." The girl nudged my sister. "If you don't remember, Reyjin can tell you."

Reyjin gulped hard. She clearly wasn't comfortable with being held at saber-point. "She's Lyra's younger sister."

"I see." I twirled my blaster thoughtfully. The same niggling feeling that I'd seen her before returned. What was her name? Ma... Ma...

Suddenly I remembered.

"Malarcha," I whispered.

Malarcha smiled broadly. "Ah, so you do remember me. Your sister didn't at first."

Winera, look to the left.

I'd almost forgotten Reyjin's and my telepathic link in the excitement. Stealthly, I shifted my eyes to the left. 

Reyjin's lightsaber lay in the grass, but was slowly moving toward me.

I snapped my attention back to Malarcha. "Let my sister go, and we can work this out peacefully."

"I prefer what Reyjin calls 'agressive negotiations', but as you wish." Malarcha moved the arm that had been pressing Reyjin against her and slammed her lightsaber hilt against the back of my sister's head.

Reyjin slumped to the ground, unconscious. Ow.

Malarcha brushed her hands off and hung her saber from her belt. "What's in this for you?"

"What do you mean?" I also holstered my blaster, but kept my hand on the hilt, just in case. 

"I mean, what do you want? To become a Jedi?" Malarcha laughed. "Certainly both you and Reyjin know you're too old. The Council would never let you in. Last time they did, hoping for a Chosen One, he left the Order to start a family." She slowly nodded. "That's what it is, isn't it? You think you're the new Chosen One."

I shook my head. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You want to be the one to destory the Sith."

I chuckled. "Not really. I just want a purpose in the galaxy."

"I can offer you one." Malarcha took a step closer and held out her hand. "You could join me."

I stared at her gloved palm. "Last time we met, you kidnapped me and my closest friend."

"Ah yes." Malarcha retracted her hand slightly. "You still hold that against me, don't you?"

"You killed her!" I swallowed several times to hold in the tears.

"Oh, no." She shook her heaad. "You friend is still very much alive, last I checked."

"Where is she?" I hate how my voice trembled.

"Trandosha."

My mouth droped open. The way she said it in such a flat voice...

Using the Force, I grabbed Reyjin's lightsaber and sprang at her.

Caught off guard, Malarcha stumbled back a few steps before drawing her own weapon.

Over and over the two blades clashed in a lightning-fast dance of doom. Gold on red. 

At one point, Malarcha's blade thrust mine into the ground, sending sparks and smoke into my face. I coughed and stepped back to catch my breath.

Malarcha stalked toward me, lightsaber at the ready. She was tireless, attacking again and again relentlessly. 

I, on the other hand, was tiring. No longer was I on the offense. Now, I was barely keeping my sword arm up to fend off the blows.

What had Reyjin's plan been when she showed me her lightsaber? Did she actually think my one lesson would be enough to fend off a half-Sith who pobably had had hundreds of lessons?

Malarcha noticed I was spent. "Surrender now and walk away. I'll let you live."

"And Reyjin." I didn't lower my saber.

"I'll even kill Kykkin for you."

I raise an eyebrow. "Enticing, but no. I'm not making deals that end wth my sister dying."

"Very well then." Malarcha stretched her hand toward me again, although this time she seemed to be strangling an invisible enemy.

Or not invisible.

Reyjin's lightsaber dropped from my hand as my esophagus constricted. I choked for breath, trying to open my airway. 

The last thing I thought before blacking out was, I'm sorry, Reyjin.

Update and Apology

 

Alright, so I'm just going to say I don't think I'm very good with consistently posting. XD

I am very sorry about that.

Anyways, down to business.

I hope you remember "Sneak-Peak Week". Well, I was thinking, it might be fun to have another space where I can do more posts like that. And yes, that means more deadlines that I can screw up.

So, this new area is called The Castle Ruins. It is full of new and mysterious portals that lead to different realms. Some mine, some the creations of other authors.

I'm hoping to post on it once a week, but if that isn't possible, I will be certain to get out at least 2 posts per month. Deal?

And no, I'm not going to be abandoning the Jedi Story. 

Winera still has a crazy story up her sleeves...

HERE IS THE LINK TO 

The Castle Ruins

I hope to meet many of you there!

May the Force be with you!

Chapter 11

 

I never said Kykkin was smart. But I never thought he was this dumb. 

As I raced at him, showering the area around him with laser bolts, he simply stood there watching me, every now and then twitching so one of my shots missed him.

He didn't think I could beat him. 

Well, I did it once, I could do it again.

As I got closer, Kykkin moved into his fighting stance, analyzing my every move. 

But it has been four years since we last met, and I had some new tricks up my sleeve. 

Behind me, Reyjin and Zenla had begun to engage the guards, so I didn't have to worry about them. Kykkin could have my full attention.

When I got within a yard of him, I feinted lunging to the left, then began to crouch. One of my old moves was to slide right between my opponent's legs. Kykkin had been the one who helped me perfect it, and he had me do it plenty of times, so I was sure he remembered it.

Sure enough, he snapped his legs together, blocking that way of attack. 

That wasn't my way today.

Using the Force, I leaped over his head and struck at his legs before he could respond. My blow caught him off balance and he stumbled forward, but Kykkin Tornyai isn't a martial arts menace in the Outer Rim for no reason. 

He caught himself and quickly spun to face me. "Maybe you have changed some. Hoping to be a Jedi yourself, hm?"

"Perhaps." I holstered my blaster and lowered myself into a crouch. 

He laughed derisively. "You can't actually be hoping to win, are you?"

Actually, yes, that was exactly what I was hoping would happen. 

Kykkin shook his head in mock sadness. "Don't make me kill you, Winera."

"You wouldn't have the guts to, you big coward." I spat out the words as I charged him again.

Kykkin sidestepped my wild lunge and grabed my wrist before my punch landed. I wrestled my hand free and flipped over him. As he turned around to face me again, I launched myself into a front walkover, looping my legs over his shoulders. He shoved at me, but I pulled myself down, forcing him to the ground. 

I stood over him, blaster once more drawn and pointing at his face. "You're beaten."

He stared at me with an expression of vague shock, but also satisfaction. "Am I, though?" He nodded to the left.

I turned to see the girl from my nightmares holding Reyjin in front of her with a blood-red lightsaber to my sister's throat.

She smiled evilly. "A remarkable display, to be sure."