The Last Paladan

Moroband

When he next awoke, Sesa covered his eyes from what little light there was.
He was bleeding, and he couldn't feel his hands. When he reached for his lightsabers, he felt that they were broken. He beat on the glass, it coming off with ease as he floped out of the ship.

"Kara..." He mumbles, stumbling up and caked in his own blood. "Kara... I'm coming Kara."
He stumbles forward, unable to see due to his vision blurry. He couldn't breath, and he coughed up bit and pieces of his lungs.

He looked around, seeing nothing but red desert and a temple.
He gulps, then heads for the abandoned temple in the distant, barely able to lift his foot.

As he coughed and made his way to the temple, he heard something talk to him.

Let her die... You let her die...
"No... She was killed!"
Let her fight... Loved you, let her down...
"Shut up!"
Let her die..!
"SHUT UP!"
Failed her!!
"SHUT UP!!!"

He shot force lightning everywhere, his eyes glowing as he did. When he was done, he fell to his knees and sobbed quietly.
"Kara... Why did you do it? Why did you have to fight..?" He asks, feeling a hand on his shoulder.
"You're in pain. Noone needs the force to see that." The hooded figure says, taking a knee next to him. "Shik'to did this, didn't he?"
Sesa nodded, feeling a sense of dread fill him to the core. "He took the love of my life from me."

The hooded man stood up and smiled, extending his white, wrinkled hand out to him.
"Then we will have to bring him to justice together." He says, taking the young warrior's hand and helping him stand, making the warrior caughtious behind his motives, but strangely trusting him at the same time.