865, Blood Feud
"Help... help... help..." A woman covered in blood staggered over with a swaddled infant in her arms. She grabbed my sleeve and cried, "Save me... save my son... save..."
Whoosh!! A flash of steel came from behind the woman, instantly carving a huge wound from her shoulder to her chest!
Splat~~~~~ Thick, viscous blood splashed all over me. Why was this blood black?
Though only half her body remained, the woman still struggled to raise the swaddled infant in her arms and place it into my hands.
Protect him... I had to protect this baby! My heart screamed it. The training and education I had received since childhood told me so... and so did the Jedi Creed.
Protect him! It was my duty!
Lightsaber in hand, its yellow blade seemed to bring a trace of warmth to this frigid air. Looking ahead, the black shadows wielding sharp blades still swayed all around me. I could not make out their appearances; they were like a mass of shadows, swaying everywhere, baring fangs and claws.
I could not even tell their shapes. Were they human, or beasts?
Their eyes brimmed with bloodlust and cruelty, their laughter with mockery, and they... lunged at me from every direction!
They had killed that woman, and now they wanted to kill this baby. They wanted to kill me too!
The lightsaber was my weapon, my conviction!
Kill!
One shadow split in two beneath my blade, but there were more!
Swing! Kill!
The shadows surged in from all around. Kill one, kill ten... there were still more!
Swing! Kill!
I cleaved one shadow in half, but... but it actually split into two shadows!
No! Kill... kill! Kill! Kill!!
How many people... had I killed?
I did not know... The soft sensation beneath my feet