Force Devourer
CH1. When it Begins
The smell of death was in the humid air. It smelled like freshly cut meat that had been burnt or half-cooked by a laser or a light saber. This kind of smell was common during the Mandalorian Wars. Splattered everywhere was wet dark liquid, it was blood! It was still wet because it had not yet had the chance to dry.
A shadowy figure kneeled on the ground bent forward and felt the blood with his fingertips. As he rubbed his fingers together he could feel the warmth of the blood. He looked up to gaze at the new corpse in front of him, while breathing in deeply the foul smelling air. The fight was no doubt intense and long. It had exhausted him like no other fight he had ever engaged in before. As he continued to gaze at the body, a wicked smile soon formed upon his face.
He still possessed the Jedi’s saber and he now gripped it loosely in his right hand. Its metallic handle was still warm from the long grueling fight.
He slowly moved his legs and rose to his feet. As he rose, he could feel sharp piercing pains upon his body, it was as if he was being cut by dull knives but he did not utter a sound and just clenched his mouth shut. As he took a step, he noticed his left leg felt tender and wet, it was bleeding! He was bleeding in other areas as well but he could not yet see them in the darkness. Although the pain was intense, he did not mind it, in fact he enjoyed it. It was pain someone like him could enjoy because it empowered him. He was now about to embark on his destiny…
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This is just a start, I might change it a little or I might change the whole thing. In the meantime you can write your own :)!
Are you ever going to finnish it?
I want to but I’m so busy :(.