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  1. divapilot

    divapilot Force Ghost star 4

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    Title: Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark
    Author: Divapilot
    Genre: Drama
    Characters: OC
    Rating: PG

    Summary: A fearful young woman finds courage to carry on when disaster strikes.

    Written for the OC challenge. This story satisfies both of the two challenges presented:

    Findswoman's Challenge
    Write a story featuring an OC who is never physically present in the story but still manages to influence the events and outcome in a pivotal way. The character can be absent from the scene for any reason the author chooses, including death. (NB: it's OK for the character to be perceived in some other way—e.g., heard over a comm call, heard through a nearby doorway, sensed in the Force, etc.—as long as the character is never actually seen in person "onstage.")

    and

    Whiskers' Challenge:
    One of the things I remember most about a favorite autobiography of mine was that the athlete recalling another person that trained with him. He had mostly nice things to say, but his main criticism has always stuck out: "he has burned bridges that he should have just looked back at."

    My challenge is this: your character burns the proverbial bridge with someone and there is no turning back from it. They may regret it, or they may not, the choice is up to you.

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    She was away the night they came for him.

    She had been surprised that he hadn’t shown up to walk her home from her job at the diner. Kash knew how Mirany felt about the dark and he always met her so she wouldn’t have to walk alone. This night, however, she had waited but he had never come.

    When Mirany returned to their small apartment she found the door improperly closed; not how Kash would have left it. He valued their security far too much.

    She entered the room slowly, her nerves tingling. The lights didn’t come on automatically like they usually did. She felt her way into the room, pressing her right hand against the wall and reaching out with her left hand. “Kash?” she shout-whispered. She trembled, afraid of what she might find hidden in the ominous darkness. She moved into the room and her foot kicked something in the shadows.

    She looked down and made out the object in the dimness. A broken piece of chair.

    Her heart pounded. Her right hand found the manual switch for the lighting, and she pressed it. The room burst into illumination and the disaster became manifest.

    “Kash?” Her voice wavered. She knew nobody would answer.

    Stunned, she slowly turned around the room, surveying the scene. The rest of the broken chair lay against the wall. Larger items were out of place or tipped over, and small items, mementos of their brief life together, lay strewn like chaff on the faded green carpet. Mirany steeled herself and slowly entered the other room of their apartment. The bed, usually neatly made up, looked as if it had been ripped apart. She picked up a blanket from the bed and stared at the dark stain that wasn’t there this morning. Mirany touched the stain. It was cold and dry. The fabric cracked stiffly where the stain saturated through. Her breath came out in quick short pants. “Kash,” she whispered. “Oh, Kash.”

    She sat on the bed and clung to the stained blanket. It wasn’t a big stain but it was big enough. If they killed him, he would have bled more, right? she thought. This was an injury, but not necessarily a fatal one. From the location on the bed, it seemed that they had struck him in the head. He must have kept fighting --that would explain the damage in the other room-- so they didn’t kill him. But then they took him.

    They took him.

    She tightened her grip around the blanket as her other hand clamped her mouth. She forced the panic down.

    They took him.

    Mirany swallowed hard and tried to think. She had to find him, get him back to her. She needed him, needed him even more now that she was–

    No. She could only process one event at a time.

    It suddenly occurred to her that maybe this apartment, so fatal to -no, don’t think like that. He isn’t dead. They took him but that doesn’t mean they killed him – so dangerous for Kash, might be dangerous for her, too. She stood up, still clutching the blanket, and looked around. The blood was old; this had happened hours ago, while she was still at work. Then it occurred to her that whoever did this could still be watching the apartment. They knew where to find him; they would know he didn’t live alone.

    It wasn’t safe here, she decided. She quickly bent down and retrieved a case from under the bed, opened it, and began to put her belongings into it; clothes, the money she had hidden behind a drawer, a few toiletries. She grabbed the case and went to the apartment door, averting her eyes from the shambles of the room. Once outside, she instinctively started to reset the lock, then stopped. What was the point? There was nothing left to steal. They had taken Kash. They had everything that really mattered to her.

    So where now? For the last year, her home had been wherever Kash was. Whatever job he could find – mechanic, server, factory worker, he had done them all – whatever port or city or station he was in, that was her home, too. She loved and protected him, and he loved and protected her. She trusted him with her life. He trusted her with his secrets, which was pretty much the same thing.

    They lay together, her head resting on his shoulder. “Show me again,” she said suddenly.

    He laughed, then held out his hand. Gradually, a soft white light glowed just over his open palm. A subtle illumination spread around the room as the white light formed a globe and sparkled. It rose from his palm and hovered in the air.

    “It’s so beautiful,” she breathed.

    “It’s just a magic trick. All I did was gather dust motes from the room and vibrate them, then added some static electricity.”

    She looked at him. “But it makes everything so much brighter.” Mirany adjusted her head back against his shoulder. “It drives the dark away. Evil things hide in the dark.”

    Kash shrugged. “Don’t be afraid of the dark. Evil things are done in broad daylight. Don’t blame darkness for evil and don’t credit the light for good. Evil and good come from here,” he said, lightly touching her breast, over her heart. Then, with a wave of his hand, the sphere of sparkling white light vanished.

    That conversation from last week seemed as if it were years ago now. Trembling, Mirany held the collar of her jacket closed tightly against her throat as she headed down the dark street. Every few meters she passed the glowing light from the holosheets and she was grateful for the momentary brightness. The holosheet projected their messages onto the wall: bold graphics urging citizens to support the great advancements of our Empire; recruitment posters depicting the excitement and glamour of serving His Excellency in the latest, most technologically advanced machines that the Empire had designed. She stood for a moment, trying to decide what to do before her lack of movement caught the notice of a patrol or one of the recorders that seemed to be everywhere now. The holosheet image dissolved into another graphic. This one warned of the dangerous foes lurking in plain sight, the terrorists who threatened the peaceful Empire with their Force sensitive sorcery and deception. Every Jedi a murderer. Every sensitive a threat. Do your duty, the holosheet demanded, and turn them in. If you suspect, then report. Better to accuse ten innocents than to let one Force adept slip through.

    She shut her eyes. The darkness made her uneasy, and now she didn’t have Kash to set her fears aside. The chilly night sent a shiver through her as she thought of him. A fleeting image entered her mind of Kash laying on the floor of a cold cell, his head bloody and his face battered, his body broken. She willed the image away. She couldn’t think of him like that. She had other, more immediate things to worry about now.

    Mirany opened her eyes and started moving toward the city center. She was careful not to walk too fast; a person rushing alone at night could attract attention that way. She needed to go where there were more people and fade into the weary, sluggish workers who would be reporting for night work.

    A few streets later and she was no longer alone. There was more illumination here, and her anxiety lessened as the light became brighter. Strangers passed by silently and she was thankful that no one approached her or even glanced her way. She kept her head down, her hood obscuring her face as much as possible, and found herself headed back to the diner where she worked.

    It was still open; it would be open for another few hours before the maintenance droids took over for between-shift scrub down and sterilization. Mirany entered quietly and secured her case in a small cabinet used by the workers for their personal items, then made her way into the seating area. She loosened her jacket and sat down. She had to think this through, and the diner was safe and warm.

    “You’re back already? Your shift ended over an hour ago.” Mirany heard a female voice and looked up to see a petite, fairly plump young human approach. The woman frowned and tilted her head inquiringly. “What’s wrong?”

    Mirany dropped her gaze and stared at the table. She realized she didn’t know what to say. Tell her the truth? That the patrol had come for Kash, had subdued him (she would not think the other thing), had dragged him away in the middle of the night? That someone must have seen him move something unmovable, or catch something impossible to catch, or know something he couldn’t possibly know, and done what the holosheets exhorted all loyal citizens to do: If you suspect, then report?

    The woman interpreted Mirany’s silence in her own way. She placed her decanter of caf on the table and sat beside Mirany, placing her hand on Mirany’s wrist. “Oh, honey,” she said with sympathy. “Did you have a fight with your boyfriend?”

    Mirany looked up at her. “Nell, I – I don’t know what to do,” she admitted miserably. It wasn’t a lie, even if it wasn’t exactly the truth.

    Nell exhaled out of the corner of her mouth and puffed a fat blonde curl off of her forehead. She patted Mirany’s wrist. “Honey, it will work out. Let him sleep it off. Then in the morning he’ll comm you, say he’s sorry, and you can let him make it up to you.” Nell glanced back at the other patrons scattered about the near-empty diner, then rose from her seat. “I’ll get you a nice cup of tea. I’ll be off work in an hour or so, and we can go back to my place. You can stay the night.” She smiled reassuringly. A moment later Nell placed a steaming mug in front of Mirany, who smiled gratefully at her friend. Nell winked at her and went back to work.

    Mirany wrapped her hands around the mug and inhaled the sweet scent of the beverage. All at once the enormity of the situation slammed into her, and she covered her face with her hand to keep herself from shaking. She considered trying to look for him. If he was arrested, then Kash would be at the constable’s office. She could go there and ask.

    Then she thought about it and laughed bitterly to herself. If he was arrested, they didn’t bring him to the constable’s office. She thought about the stormtrooper garrison, with its imposing high walls that sparked of electric current. Sure. Walk up to them and ask if they wouldn’t mind giving her back her Jedi.

    Mirany glanced up at Nell, who was gossiping with a regular customer, a thin Rodian who worked at the munitions factory. Dear, kind Nell, who would take her in without any questions. And if the patrols came looking for Kash’s partner? They’d come here, asking for her. And sweet, naive Nell would tell them that Mirany had been here the night Kash was taken, had spent the night at her apartment. Suddenly the air around her seemed very cold and Mirany shivered.

    They would arrest Nell for harboring a fugitive. Or Nell would smile and innocently tell them where Mirany was, and then they would come for her. She tightened her grip around the mug as she heard the imagined synchronized stomp of the slick white boots, the filtered bark of commands, the snap of carbines and hand-weapons as they approached.

    Kash, she pleaded wordlessly, closing her eyes and sending a message to the universe. Kash, what do I do?

    She heard Kash’s voice in her head. You run. It’s too late to save me. You still have time to save him, though, Mirany. Save our son. And someday, tell him about me. Now run.

    She snapped her eyes open, startled at the unexpected reply. Did he actually hear her and send her a message telepathically? Or was she just imagining things in her near-panic, desperate to hear his voice one more time?

    Mirany frowned. Either way, she knew in her heart that the message was the only right one. There was no other choice. The risk was too great. Mirany glanced at Nell, who smiled at her again before disappearing into the kitchen. The other diners paid her no attention, sleepily eating their meals or absorbed in their own distractions.

    Mirany got up quietly and pushed in her chair. She went to the cashier’s station, unmanned at this hour, and entered her server’s code for the last time. The panel slid out, laden with credits from the night’s shift. Mirany kept a wary eye on the kitchen as she took the credits out and put them in her pocket. The recorders would have her image, of course, but what of it. She was already a marked woman. Go ahead and add theft.

    A part of her marveled at her brazen robbery of her own place of employment. Mirany – the old Mirany – would never do anything so bold or outrageous. But she had more to think of than herself. If anyone found out about her situation– well, they say that Force sensitivity runs in the family. Everything was different now. She was not the old Mirany anymore.

    She had to leave before Nell saw her and questioned her, tried to stop her. She was on her own. Well, not exactly alone: she had one important, last reminder of her life with Kash that for whatever reason the universe had decided to entrust to her.

    She figured she had two, maybe three hours to get passage to somewhere else. Find a little obscure world, keep her head down, raise their child the best she could. She would leave this place and never look back. Silently, she retrieved her case and slipped through the door and onto the street. The darkness was her friend and her ally now, and she smiled slightly for the first time as she slid into its protective shadow.
     
  2. Findswoman

    Findswoman Force Ghost star 5

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    Wow! You really hit it out of the park by weaving both of those challenge themes into one very powerful story. First there's the distressingly absent Kash, who even though he has clearly been rounded up by the Empire on account of his Force powers, is still with his beloved Mirany in myriad ways: in her flashback to his trick with the luminous dust motes, in her almost-premonitions of where he might be now and what might be happening to him, but of course nowhere more so than in that when he is speaking to her through the Force (which is how I understand it, at least). And that of course is one of the story's high points, both because it's the closest thing to the actual presence of Kash and because of the story-transforming revelation it brings.

    Which makes me wonder: this is the first we readers have heard of Mirany's pregnancy, but is it the first she's heard of it, too? Her reaction suggests that it almost could be, but then again, that's not necessarily so. And it's totally fine to leave that ambiguous, because the story is all the richer that way. In any case, the absence of one beloved has metamorphosed into the presence of another, and in a way that changes everything for our heroine in a matter of moments.

    That, of course, is the catalyst that leads to the second challenge element: Mirany's complete and total burning of the bridges between herself and her former life and situation, "the old Mirany." And one can follow her thinking perfectly: there's a good chance of the child being just as easily targetable by the Empire as his dad was, for which reason both of them are marked people. For that reason, they can be safe only in the darkness. (This is technically outside the purview of this particular story, but just out of curiosity, do you have any thoughts, headcanon, or similar about who the child grows up to be, what happens to him later in life, etc.?)

    Which of course dovetails back to Kash's wonderful statement in the flashback about the deceptiveness of the usual light-good, dark-evil dichotomy—and we see that that statement turned out to be a prophetic utterance of sorts, as well as a theme that unifies the story even above and beyond the two intertwining challenge themes. Just. Plain. Masterful all around.

    Bravissima, ma'am—you never cease to amaze! @};-
     
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  3. earlybird-obi-wan

    earlybird-obi-wan Force Ghost star 6

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    Love your OC s and how you responded to both challenges
     
  4. Ewok Poet

    Ewok Poet Force Ghost star 6

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    My first thought upon reading this story was that it will be extremely hard to live up to it in any way possible and that the rest of us should just give up on the challenge. Like, there they are: both prompts, carried out in a way that I didn't even expect! :p Jokes aside, you have packed so much into so little words and the emotions one can feel when reading it are intense. So short, yet so powerful. Say, *how* do you do it?

    For one, this is anti-Empire at its finest. Precisely what the folks in sterile grey suits don't want. Precisely the kind of microrebellion that will eventually lead to their demise. Kash, or the memory of him, and Mirany are just two little everypeople, the GFFA's Tommy and Gina from Living on a Prayer, but not quite. These two both have Force-sensitivity and their son is bound to have it, too.

    Even the title carries the message of the story in multiple layers: the Empire itself is various shades of dark and, behind the curtains, the puppet-master and his henchman are the adherents of the dark side of the force. And then, on the topmost layer, covering these implications, is the simple, common and justified fear of the dark that plagues Mirany.

    At the same time, Kash himself has been denying the light even though he was able to create it and carry it...

    Kash shrugged. “Don’t be afraid of the dark. Evil things are done in broad daylight. Don’t blame darkness for evil and don’t credit the light for good. Evil and good come from here,” he said, lightly touching her breast, over her heart. Then, with a wave of his hand, the sphere of sparkling white light vanished.

    Was this his own way to encourage himself? He was taken away at night, by the dark that didn't want the light. And what he was capable of was not that easy to explain by the science, even though he was doing his best to do so. Makes me even more intrigued by how these two met, where was he before her? Was he a former Padawan on the run (kinda not sure about that, since he seems to be...good between the sheets and not awkward at all)? A Force-sensitive who didn't know he was one until that became a death sentence?

    The moment when Mirany realised that she had to be on her own, completely, and that she couldn't trust a simple-minded being like Nell was chilling. And I don't blame her for what she did. The worst that could happen to Nell is being fired. The worst that could happen to Mirany is being killed. Sometimes, burning the bridges is the only choice.

    Is Kash alive or not? At this point, it does not matter. His presence in the Force will save Mirany. Of course, I would love him to be alive, but story-wise, it does not matter.

    Last but not least, I have seen so many strange portrayals of anxiety in fanfiction over the years, some of them sort of offended me, but this one was very believable, almost matched the way the minds of people with GAD work. The struggle that Mirany had to experience in order to do something outside of her comfort zone was something I could absolutely identify with.

    [hl=black]I'll try not to think of possible remote conceptions, Kash's Force essence transferred to the fetus and such outlandish concepts, but yes, those did cross my mind, too![/hl]
     
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  5. divapilot

    divapilot Force Ghost star 4

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    My apologies in being so late with replies!


    Thank you! Kash is missing and Mirany tries to convince herself that he could still be okay, but a part of her has already accepted that he is gone forever. Yet, like you say, he is still very much with her – in her memories, in her fears, in her love for him. She knew he could be taken at any time but when it actually happens, it’s a terrifying event and one that she couldn’t ever really be ready for.



    I alluded earlier in the story to her pregnancy in one of her unfinished thoughts – “Mirany swallowed hard and tried to think. She had to find him, get him back to her. She needed him, needed him even more now that she was–

    No. She could only process one event at a time.”
    Mirany and Kash were aware of the pregnancy. She didn’t know the baby would be a boy, though.
    It’s the presence of the new life that makes the loss of Kash more poignant and, for Mirany, more heartbreaking. She has even more reason now to survive, if only to honor his memory by protecting the son Kash will never get to see.


    Mirany’s newfound goal, to protect this baby at all costs, changes her perspective on her own existence and she responds now not as an insecure creature who leans on her lover but as a mother protecting her child. As you note, this is doubly difficult for her as the baby will most likely be force sensitive like Kash was. She will not only have to survive as a single parent but she will have to protect him from those who would just as soon take him from her and destroy him. She has to “go dark” – hide away from everyone and not trust anyone. As for the headcanon, I really don’t have any ideas what becomes of the boy except that he and his mom live quietly and as safely as they can. I’m working on it, though.


    The whole idea of light/dark switches with this one event for her. What was once threatening and scary becomes her protector. She can’t draw attention to herself; she has to stay unseen. The darkness becomes her unlikely friend in the end.

    Thank you for this awesome response! I truly appreciate it.


    Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed this.

    Thank you so much for the enthusiastic review! I am always so impressed by what you have to point out in your interpretations. You brought out some things I hadn’t considered. For instance, I had not thought about this being Tommy and Gina, but by gosh you’re absolutely right – even to the lines where “Gina works the diner all day” and “Tommy used to work on the docks.” And Mirany “brings home her pay for love, for love.”

    These two are decidedly anti-Empire. They are the invisible citizens, too lowly to be even recognized as a threat. And yet it’s precisely these kind of people who bear the brunt of the Empire’s cruelty, and through them and their fates others see how the Empire cannot be allowed to persist. These are the stories that spark revolutions.

    I hadn’t thought of Mirany having Force sensitivity, but since you brought it up, yeah, I can picture it. It would explain her fear of the dark. Maybe she sees things in the dark that ordinary people can’t see, and it scares her to death. That could be why she and Kash connected in the first place – a mutual understanding of their outlier statuses. Each a misfit in their society, but together they make perfect sense.

    YES. There is darkness everywhere, all around them, and the darkness strides about with impunity due to the evil of the Empire. They are both, in a sense, afraid of the dark – the literal shadows that Mirany fears, and the persecution of people like Kash who can harness the Force. Ironically, Mirany finds comforting light from the illuminated posters that exhort citizens to do the very act that leads to Kash’s doom. Not everything bright is beautiful.


    Thanks to this, I have started to answer those questions.:p Kash creates the light – literally, in the luminous globe he creates for Mirany’s amusement, but also in that he has fathered their child and in that he gives Mirany the confidence to carry on despite her devastating loss. I’ve wondered about those people who were close but not close enough to becoming a Jedi. That’s where I see Kash’s back story. And maybe it wasn’t him who taught Mirany about being “good between the sheets” – she could be the more experienced one in that department.


    True, at this point it is Mirany’s story. Kash is the catalyst that sets her life in this new direction. [hl=black] In my mind, Kash is publicly executed shortly after he is captured and Mirany has left the planet. He convinces his captors that he was the only Force sensitive here; that his girlfriend was really nothing important and he was the prize to be captured. He lets them kill him to buy Mirany more time to escape. [/hl]


    Lol nope, they did it the old-fashioned way.

    Thank you for that. I do have a close family member (two, actually) who suffer from anxiety. It isn’t a phase, it isn’t “all in your head” and you don’t just snap out of it, and it isn’t someone looking for attention. It’s a terribly difficult way to live. Mirany’s fears cripple her. In this story, she is forced to put aside those fears and do what has to be done – her son’s life depends on her strength. You can be very courageous when you have no other option. She’s still afraid, she just has to be stronger than she ever was because it isn’t just her anymore. I am not sure she would have been able to do it if she didn’t know she was pregnant. In a way, this story is about a parent’s love and the sacrifices both Mirany and Kash make to save their unborn child.
     
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  6. Chyntuck

    Chyntuck Force Ghost star 5

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    I said in the OC Revolution thread that this is truly a superior story (even by your standards, which are quite high in and of themselves) but now that I re-read it I can say that "superior" doesn't begin to describe it. The fact that you managed to combine the two challenge prompts into a single story is achievement #652 in this case. It's all there in the first couple of sentences -- when I read this the first time, I remember feeling that I already knew the premise of the story, but that I needed to read the rest to find out the how.

    Another masterful element is the twist you put on the light/dark trope for this story -- from Mirany's unexplained fear of the dark to the glowing light in Kash's palm in the flashback to the fact that she finally accepts the darkness to save what's left of the light. It was just all too beautiful for words.

    Yet another masterful element is the way you leave it up to the reader to figure out if Mirany's thoughts are due to Kash communicating with her through the Force, or if they're the product of her being so close to him in every possible way. Indeed it is amazing how you managed to build the relationship between them, despite the fact that Kash is never seen "on screen."

    I'm off to read your other stories in the same series now -- and I don't know if I want those stories to be prequels to this one, in order to find out how Mirany and Kash came to be these two people, or sequels, with the hope of a happy end.

    =D=
     
  7. Mira_Jade

    Mira_Jade The Fanfic Manager With The Cape star 5 Staff Member Manager

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    Whew, this was an intense read! :eek:

    Mirany's fear of the dark, her budding realization of what had gone wrong giving way to realization and numbness and then focus and determination - she's truly one tough cookie here, and I was rooting for her to the end to find her courage and set off on her own. She's truly salvaging what she can of a truly horrible situation, and you did a fantastic job of weaving your readers through her tale.

    Some particulars I liked:

    Kash shrugged. “Don’t be afraid of the dark. Evil things are done in broad daylight. Don’t blame darkness for evil and don’t credit the light for good. Evil and good come from here,” he said, lightly touching her breast, over her heart. Then, with a wave of his hand, the sphere of sparkling white light vanished.

    Oh, the softness of this scene juxtaposed with Kash's disappearance hit like a blow - poor Mirany! But what sage words Kash had when she did have him, that's for certain. [face_love]

    The holosheet projected their messages onto the wall: bold graphics urging citizens to support the great advancements of our Empire; recruitment posters depicting the excitement and glamour of serving His Excellency in the latest, most technologically advanced machines that the Empire had designed. She stood for a moment, trying to decide what to do before her lack of movement caught the notice of a patrol or one of the recorders that seemed to be everywhere now. The holosheet image dissolved into another graphic. This one warned of the dangerous foes lurking in plain sight, the terrorists who threatened the peaceful Empire with their Force sensitive sorcery and deception. Every Jedi a murderer. Every sensitive a threat. Do your duty, the holosheet demanded, and turn them in. If you suspect, then report. Better to accuse ten innocents than to let one Force adept slip through.

    Once again, you did a great job showing a glimpse of life under Imperial occupation. Her planet sounds like a lovely world, and to have it fouled this way - with such a hateful, caustic regime edging in and harming her family . . . yeah, it was no easy read here, and having Mirany go through her options before she resorts to theft and flight - not an easy choice to make, but the only choice, really, with her child - a last remaining piece of Kash - for her to consider and care for. :(

    The last line, though - the ongoing theme of light and dark culminating into her stepping out into the dark to protect her little bit of the light - was really a powerful cincher! This was an intense, thoughtfully detailed piece, and I highly enjoyed reading it. =D=
     
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  8. Anedon

    Anedon Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    May 11, 2016
    Oh poor Kash. :(
    I just saw you have another story of him and Mirany and decided to take a look. And it makes me sad to see that their happines gets destroyed so soon. So now Mirany is on the run and tries to hide? I'm worried what might happen to the reat of her family, her parents and her sister.
    Its a nice OS and I really enjoy reading your OCs. I felt Miranys desparation when she came home and like her I hope they haven't killed Kash.
    A sad story but a good read. :)
     
  9. WarmNyota_SweetAyesha

    WarmNyota_SweetAyesha Game Host star 7 VIP - Game Host

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    Oh divapilot - you did it to me again. :D Got me to love and root for OC like I've been knowing them for years and years. Bless Mirany's courage and resolve and my heart aches for her dilemma and the fact that she and Kash have to be apart ... that they couldn't stay hidden in plain sight for ever. [face_thinking] But that is definitely the realism of an oppressive Empire hunting down even suspected "enemies". Kash and Mirany weren't political extremists, just decent folk living their lives. :rolleyes:
     
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  10. AzureAngel2

    AzureAngel2 Force Ghost star 6

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    I even knew before reading this that it would break my heart and once I started it echoed indeed the fic that I read earlier on:

    She looked at him. “But it makes everything so much brighter.” Mirany adjusted her head back against his shoulder. “It drives the dark away. Evil things hide in the dark.”

    Kash shrugged. “Don’t be afraid of the dark. Evil things are done in broad daylight. Don’t blame darkness for evil and don’t credit the light for good. Evil and good come from here,” he said, lightly touching her breast, over her heart. Then, with a wave of his hand, the sphere of sparkling white light vanished.

    Now I know what happened afterwards, know that there is no happily ever after for them.

    But at least she carries their son inside her. A beacon of hope in a dreadfully dark time.
     
  11. Findswoman

    Findswoman Force Ghost star 5

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    Just reread this wonderful story for the 2020 Reading Challenge. I'd forgotten how wonderful it was! A true OC classic that does an amazing job combining both its challenge prompts, and (if it perchance works for you) I would love to see Mirany and Kash back again sometime! :)