246 ABY
Naboo
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The door to the lonely lakeside house creaked open ominously, a cool wind swept through and if following it he walked in. Looking over his left shoulder and then his right. He breathed in gently through his nose, the smell of home cooking filled his nose that and the familiar scent that could only be described as home. It was a scent that was unique to every individual in the universe but no matter whom you described it too, they all understood it with an affirming nod and a feeling of nostalgia. He on the other hand did not have that sense of nostalgia, there was nothing he missed about this place since had left in the middle of the night all those many years ago.
His pointed ears twitched slightly as he heard a commotion coming from the kitchen. They must be preparing for dinner, perhaps now was his chance to make his grand entrance. The prodigal son returning from his long self imposed exile, but to what purpose? They surely would be confused, but he doubted they would be happy to see him. He lowered his hood and his dirty blonde hair fell in front of his demonic red eyes, interestingly enough this was his natural color and was not a product of his training. A rare genetic defect, led to his eyes appearing as if they belonged on a mythical creature from a world that could only exist in the realms of fantasy or perhaps the land that nightmares were made of. As a young child these eyes did him no favors amongst his peers at school, but no one dared to mock him to his face, instead they all feared him...and avoided any unnecessary interaction with him. They didn't know it, but that was the smartest thing that they could have ever done.
The teenager made his way into the kitchen, his footsteps fell silently, his black leather boots were thin and lightweight, perfect for concealing any evidence of his approach. there they were before him, both of them with their back's to him. Mother was working over the stove and father was standing on his toes pulling one...two...and three plates down from the cabinet. Were they expecting him? That would be impossible. He left nearly ten years ago without a trace, they must have assumed he was dead and buried many years ago.
He made his way to the kitchen table and dragged a chair out, it's legs scrapping against the floor. He put his right hand on the back of the chair and sat down as his father turned and saw him first. The plates falling from his hands, he gasped as they shattered on the floor and saw those distinctive red eyes staring back at him. Quickly his mother turned around to see what was the matter, her eyes widened as she saw him sitting there and she let out a half of a scream before stifling it immediately.
The young Sith sat there motionless as he stared at both of them. His clothes would have been peculiar to them, all black, a lace in his tunic near his neckline, leather gauntlets on his forearms came into view as he crossed his arms on the table in front of him. His hellish eyes raised to meet them both.
"Mother. Father."
His voice was more mature now, not quite that of a man, but not the shrill high pitched one of a child either. Neither of his parents knew what to say or do, his mother quickly pulled out a chair from the opposite end of the table and moved to sit down...but then stopped. Did a double take of the young man who was clearly her own flesh and blood son sitting there. It wasn't a dream. There he was. Right THERE. She didn't know what to feel. What to think...or even what to say. Her breath had left her as had her sense of reality, she wanted to rush over and hug but...she didn't. She couldn't explain it, but she feared him. How could she fear her own son?
"Samuel. You're....you're alive?"
His father was much less indecisive. He rushed around the table and threw his arms around his long lost son, but again there was a sense of uneasiness about him. He couldn't explain it. He felt everything he should be feeling in this moment, joy rapture, elation, excitement...but then there was the fear. His son mostly grown and there was just something different about him...
"SON! We thought you were....that doesn't matter. You're home now."
He shifted in his seat and moved to put one arm around his father, but showed no emotion. He turned and nodded to his father, before turning to see his mother who had now pulled up a chair across from him. She had the most curious look on her face...still seemingly frozen. Meanwhile the young man sat there analyzing the situation. Was she herself sensitive? Could she sense what he was? If she didn't know it, because if she did they wouldn't be living here.
"Yes. I have returned. Please sit. I would prefer Samael now, it's part of who I am. I brought wine for you, we can eat and get to know each other again. I'll tell you everything..."
Homecoming
Re: Homecoming
Five awkward minutes passed. Well, five minutes and thirty seven seconds to be completely precise. His mother had gotten up and wrapped her arms him at one point as well and he returned the gesture with as little enthusiasm as he did with his father. He moved a black leather satchel around and pulled out the bottle of wine and set it on the table. He looked at both of them, mother had gotten up to get bowls and a glasses and father was still seated. Samael slid the bottle towards the middle of the table when he heard footsteps coming behind him. He turned his head slightly and saw a small child perhaps twelve years younger than him walk into the kitchen. Quickly his father rose from his seat and intercepted the young child, while Samael studied him as well as his father's reaction.
"I was so caught up in seeing you again that I forgot to get him up from his nap for dinner. This is Elron. Elron...this young man is your older brother Samu....Samael. He's found his way home."
The young man turned in his seat and bowed his head to Elron. Reaching out with his senses he tried to ascertain whether or not his younger brother shared the same talents as he. He eyed the child up and down, noting that his eyes were a more natural green color even if the dirty blonde hair was similar as well as the ears, although Samael's were much more defined, one might say more regal looking than his younger brother's. Of course his younger brother was still a child and Samael was not, so there was room for growth. His ears twitched again as his mother opened the cork on the bottle. She sniffed the cork and a smile appeared on her face.
"This is very nice Samuel, Correlian?"
He nodded quietly taking note of the slip in names, her body language indicating that it was not a slip at all and that it was a deliberate rejection of his preferred name. He didn't react, just took mental note. He noticed that there were three wine glasses and she had filled two of them and was going to fill a third when his hand moved to cover the mouth of the glass.
"Mother, this is for you and father. I do not drink alcohol, but I would like some tea after dinner."
His mother nodded politely and set the bottle down and went to get the soup. While her back was turned his father an Elron sat themselves at the table, Elron appeared shy and curious of his older brother whom he had heard about but had clearly never met.
"Tell us your story son. Tell us what happened to you all those years ago and if I may...why the change of name?"
He took a slow and shallow breath in as his mother placed a bowl of soup in front of him. The steam crept up to his nose and melted against his face. It did smell delicious, one of the few things about this place that he may very well have missed was the quality of his mother's soup. This one had plenty of vegetables in along with noodles and meat, all home made and grown with the exception of the meat of course. He dipped his spoon in the liquid remaining otherwise perfectly still, he brought the spoon to his mouth and quietly enjoyed the first spoonful. The flavors hit his tongue all at once and if he was a sentimental man he would have been instantly transported back to the innocence of childhood. A small but faintly visible smile appeared on his face as his mother sat down at the head of the table and sipped her glass of wine.
"I found myself father. My name is part of of my religion, it has significant meaning, but I suppose I should start at the beginning."
He took another sip of his soup before placing the spoon gently in the bowl and letting it rest there whilst he folded his hands in front of him. He took note of Elron's stare, his eyes must have been frightening to him.
"I ran away, as I did not belong and I did not believe that you or mother wanted me."
He looked directly at Elron.
"Hello brother. I was barely older than you when I left here."
He returned his gaze to his family, his father taking a drink of the wine as well.
"I knew I was different so I ran off to the Council of Knowledge and found someone who could train me and teach me the ways of the religion that I had only ever heard of. I am what you call a Force Sensitive person, I can not only feel the force but I can use it as well. Let me demonstrate."
He raised his left hand and the bottle of wine levitated off the table and hung in the air only briefly. His parent's appeared to be shocked, while Elron's face widened in awe of what he was witnessing. After a moment he placed the bottle gently down at the center of the table.
"In addition to thinking that I was not wanted, which I assure you is not your fault..."
His father sipped his wine and his Mother slurped the soup while Elron simply could not take his eyes off of him.
"...I knew that it was dangerous for you to be around me, I would be hunted. I was young, but as you know I was always gifted. I read and read and found out about my new religion. You see I am a Jedi and I have come back because I realized I have done you both wrong and neither of you deserved that. My Master discovered me in the courtyard...rather I sought him out, you can always tell a Jedi by looking at them and told him I was an orphan and wished to be trained. It is a rather long story from there, but he subjected me to difficult tests that I passed exceedingly well for a child with no instruction and he took me as his apprentice. I have been with him ever since and he has taught me everything he knows."
He paused.
"Is Elron like me? I do not wish to suggest he is but if he is indeed, it could be exceedingly dangerous for him and you for him to be raised without being trained."
His mother gulped her glass of wine down and then filled another. She glared across the table at him and then took a giant drink of the wine.
"NO! He is NOT. Jedi...you're a Jedi?! You don't look like a Jedi Samuel. You look different, but if what you're telling me is true....then the Jedi are baby snatchers and they took you away from me...away from us and deprived you of a normal life! I will not allow you to do the same to Elron, nor will I allow them to."
His father raised his hand to calm her down and then locked eyes with his eldest son. He sat there for a long moment and took a long drink of his wine, refilling it once more.
"It is not that we don't believe you son. It is that you left and you were a child, an intelligent one but you did not know what you were doing and he should have brought you back to us and instead he took you from us. Elron is not like you, we were informed of your...midi...midi something count at your birth and elected to do nothing for your own good Samael. What does your name mean anyway? I did not know that Jedi changed their names."
He spun the spoon around in the bowl and casually enjoyed another spoon full, his demonic red eyes locked with his father's and his brows narrowed ever so slightly. He did not react to his Mother's outburst, it was to be expected if not even understood on some level.
"I am glad you both enjoy the wine."
He took another spoonful of the delicious soup to his mouth as his mother brought a napkin to her forehead and wiped some sweat from her brow. She appeared to be sweating a bit more than what would be normal, he glanced as at his father and noticed a similar behavior. His left lip tugged upwards slightly.
"I would never take Elron from you."
He finished off the last spoonful of his soup.
"Oh and the soup was delicious mother, just how I remembered it."
His father coughed and Samael glanced at Elron.
"My name, well it's Angelic in nature one might say. It has special meaning to me, near and dear to my heart which is why I prefer to be called by it. It is indeed who I am."
His mother took a final sip of her wine and started coughing similar to his father.
"It does not...excuse...me...sound Angelic. What kind of angel."
He nodded, his lower lip coming up in understanding of what she said.
"Well, the angel of death of course. You were right mother...I'm no Jedi."
Almost as if on cue his mother began coughing blood all over the front of her blouse and some landing on the table in front of her, she gasped for air, trying to scream but couldn't find the breath to do so as she fell face first into her bowl of soup. His father stood up and rushed towards his wife before he too was overcome by a coughing fit and was spraying blood all over the table, he collapsed with a thud and smacked his head on the corner of the table.
Meanwhile Samael and sprang to his feet and grabbed Elron who was at this point hysterical crying for his mother and father. Samael reached into his pack and pulled a testing device from hit and jabbed it into Elron's arm.
"Silence. Your screams won't save them, I need to see what you are."
He wrapped his left arm around Elron holding him tightly. The child beat on his forearm ferociously, his screams were shrill and piercing especially to his Sephi ears. His red eyes were now glowing with pure radiant evil filling his aura, if Elron was even slightly sensitive he could feel it. Samael read the results and shook his head.
Well Elron, unfortunately you are indeed slightly force sensitive like me, but not in a useful way. So...I think we must say our goodbyes.
Elron screamed....
There was a snap hiss...
The next thing that happened was Samael was walking out of the front door alone. He turned too look into the door way and bowed.
"Thank you for a lovely evening Mother and Father, you have helped free me from my chains and for that I will be forever grateful."
He turned on his heel and pulled a hood up over his pointed ears and dirty blonde hair and disappeared into the night....
"I was so caught up in seeing you again that I forgot to get him up from his nap for dinner. This is Elron. Elron...this young man is your older brother Samu....Samael. He's found his way home."
The young man turned in his seat and bowed his head to Elron. Reaching out with his senses he tried to ascertain whether or not his younger brother shared the same talents as he. He eyed the child up and down, noting that his eyes were a more natural green color even if the dirty blonde hair was similar as well as the ears, although Samael's were much more defined, one might say more regal looking than his younger brother's. Of course his younger brother was still a child and Samael was not, so there was room for growth. His ears twitched again as his mother opened the cork on the bottle. She sniffed the cork and a smile appeared on her face.
"This is very nice Samuel, Correlian?"
He nodded quietly taking note of the slip in names, her body language indicating that it was not a slip at all and that it was a deliberate rejection of his preferred name. He didn't react, just took mental note. He noticed that there were three wine glasses and she had filled two of them and was going to fill a third when his hand moved to cover the mouth of the glass.
"Mother, this is for you and father. I do not drink alcohol, but I would like some tea after dinner."
His mother nodded politely and set the bottle down and went to get the soup. While her back was turned his father an Elron sat themselves at the table, Elron appeared shy and curious of his older brother whom he had heard about but had clearly never met.
"Tell us your story son. Tell us what happened to you all those years ago and if I may...why the change of name?"
He took a slow and shallow breath in as his mother placed a bowl of soup in front of him. The steam crept up to his nose and melted against his face. It did smell delicious, one of the few things about this place that he may very well have missed was the quality of his mother's soup. This one had plenty of vegetables in along with noodles and meat, all home made and grown with the exception of the meat of course. He dipped his spoon in the liquid remaining otherwise perfectly still, he brought the spoon to his mouth and quietly enjoyed the first spoonful. The flavors hit his tongue all at once and if he was a sentimental man he would have been instantly transported back to the innocence of childhood. A small but faintly visible smile appeared on his face as his mother sat down at the head of the table and sipped her glass of wine.
"I found myself father. My name is part of of my religion, it has significant meaning, but I suppose I should start at the beginning."
He took another sip of his soup before placing the spoon gently in the bowl and letting it rest there whilst he folded his hands in front of him. He took note of Elron's stare, his eyes must have been frightening to him.
"I ran away, as I did not belong and I did not believe that you or mother wanted me."
He looked directly at Elron.
"Hello brother. I was barely older than you when I left here."
He returned his gaze to his family, his father taking a drink of the wine as well.
"I knew I was different so I ran off to the Council of Knowledge and found someone who could train me and teach me the ways of the religion that I had only ever heard of. I am what you call a Force Sensitive person, I can not only feel the force but I can use it as well. Let me demonstrate."
He raised his left hand and the bottle of wine levitated off the table and hung in the air only briefly. His parent's appeared to be shocked, while Elron's face widened in awe of what he was witnessing. After a moment he placed the bottle gently down at the center of the table.
"In addition to thinking that I was not wanted, which I assure you is not your fault..."
His father sipped his wine and his Mother slurped the soup while Elron simply could not take his eyes off of him.
"...I knew that it was dangerous for you to be around me, I would be hunted. I was young, but as you know I was always gifted. I read and read and found out about my new religion. You see I am a Jedi and I have come back because I realized I have done you both wrong and neither of you deserved that. My Master discovered me in the courtyard...rather I sought him out, you can always tell a Jedi by looking at them and told him I was an orphan and wished to be trained. It is a rather long story from there, but he subjected me to difficult tests that I passed exceedingly well for a child with no instruction and he took me as his apprentice. I have been with him ever since and he has taught me everything he knows."
He paused.
"Is Elron like me? I do not wish to suggest he is but if he is indeed, it could be exceedingly dangerous for him and you for him to be raised without being trained."
His mother gulped her glass of wine down and then filled another. She glared across the table at him and then took a giant drink of the wine.
"NO! He is NOT. Jedi...you're a Jedi?! You don't look like a Jedi Samuel. You look different, but if what you're telling me is true....then the Jedi are baby snatchers and they took you away from me...away from us and deprived you of a normal life! I will not allow you to do the same to Elron, nor will I allow them to."
His father raised his hand to calm her down and then locked eyes with his eldest son. He sat there for a long moment and took a long drink of his wine, refilling it once more.
"It is not that we don't believe you son. It is that you left and you were a child, an intelligent one but you did not know what you were doing and he should have brought you back to us and instead he took you from us. Elron is not like you, we were informed of your...midi...midi something count at your birth and elected to do nothing for your own good Samael. What does your name mean anyway? I did not know that Jedi changed their names."
He spun the spoon around in the bowl and casually enjoyed another spoon full, his demonic red eyes locked with his father's and his brows narrowed ever so slightly. He did not react to his Mother's outburst, it was to be expected if not even understood on some level.
"I am glad you both enjoy the wine."
He took another spoonful of the delicious soup to his mouth as his mother brought a napkin to her forehead and wiped some sweat from her brow. She appeared to be sweating a bit more than what would be normal, he glanced as at his father and noticed a similar behavior. His left lip tugged upwards slightly.
"I would never take Elron from you."
He finished off the last spoonful of his soup.
"Oh and the soup was delicious mother, just how I remembered it."
His father coughed and Samael glanced at Elron.
"My name, well it's Angelic in nature one might say. It has special meaning to me, near and dear to my heart which is why I prefer to be called by it. It is indeed who I am."
His mother took a final sip of her wine and started coughing similar to his father.
"It does not...excuse...me...sound Angelic. What kind of angel."
He nodded, his lower lip coming up in understanding of what she said.
"Well, the angel of death of course. You were right mother...I'm no Jedi."
Almost as if on cue his mother began coughing blood all over the front of her blouse and some landing on the table in front of her, she gasped for air, trying to scream but couldn't find the breath to do so as she fell face first into her bowl of soup. His father stood up and rushed towards his wife before he too was overcome by a coughing fit and was spraying blood all over the table, he collapsed with a thud and smacked his head on the corner of the table.
Meanwhile Samael and sprang to his feet and grabbed Elron who was at this point hysterical crying for his mother and father. Samael reached into his pack and pulled a testing device from hit and jabbed it into Elron's arm.
"Silence. Your screams won't save them, I need to see what you are."
He wrapped his left arm around Elron holding him tightly. The child beat on his forearm ferociously, his screams were shrill and piercing especially to his Sephi ears. His red eyes were now glowing with pure radiant evil filling his aura, if Elron was even slightly sensitive he could feel it. Samael read the results and shook his head.
Well Elron, unfortunately you are indeed slightly force sensitive like me, but not in a useful way. So...I think we must say our goodbyes.
Elron screamed....
There was a snap hiss...
The next thing that happened was Samael was walking out of the front door alone. He turned too look into the door way and bowed.
"Thank you for a lovely evening Mother and Father, you have helped free me from my chains and for that I will be forever grateful."
He turned on his heel and pulled a hood up over his pointed ears and dirty blonde hair and disappeared into the night....
"You really should have killed me."