Dreams of hope and despair - Part 4
Lionel peered through the gloom and at a fair distance he could make out the forms of small dome shaped plasteel tents and bulky utility buildings. The heat of the day had been replaced by a cold that penetrated through his body and he pulled the robe closer around him as he turned his head to look at Ithan next to him, waiting to see if the weathered veteran had any suggestions on how to proceed.
Under his robe, he balled his left hand around the crystal he found in the cave, finding comfort in the small amount of heat radiating from the small stone. Funny, he thought to himself, I must be getting mushy, a small stone offering such comfort. He made an effort of putting it into his pocket, but somehow he kept it in his hand as if the crystal would vanish if he let it go. He recalled how he almost panicked as the young girl in New Meen picked the crystal from his pocket. He knew that there was something special about the crystal, but he still had to learn what.
Ithan had talked about Jedi’s and the Clone Wars, but Lionel found it hard to believe that those infamous Jedi could in fact have been something of vanguards of peace and equality in the galaxy. He shook the thoughts off him as the small party started to move forth.
As the day had turned to night, Ryloth was transforming into an even more hostile planet, the searing heat was now gone and in its place a deadly chill threatened to snuff out the lives of the troupe. Sure, Lionel had read about how the desert planets lost their warmth as the sun set, but this was almost ridiculous.
The short journey here from New Meen had been conducted in silence, he had noticed how the others had talked, but all Lionel could perceive was a droning hum inside his head, a low hum that shook his core and that voice.. Metallic and sinister, threatening the life of a woman he could not see. Why had this happened to him? Why had he seen that? What power manipulated his senses in such a fashion that it had rendered him defenseless?