<i>Pitch. Bleak. Hopeless. Succumb. Defeat. No. Not Defeat. Twin violet lightsabers dancing before Jaezek's eyes. Violet light beckoning him. Guiding him.</i><br/><br/><i>Violet lightsabers dancing. Jaezek chasing. Violet lightsabers falling to the ground. Rolling away. Jaezek chasing. Impending danger. Leaping. Clutching the violet lightsabers. Bordered by indigo.</i><br/><br/><i>Mistress Rezalia. His Mistress Rezalia. Surrounded. Without defense. Jaezek crying out. Bonding with...Rezalia. Emitting indigo. Lightsabers now in Rezalia's hands. One violet. One indigo. Jaezek crying out. Bleeding. Bruising. Dying. Violet eyes. Violet lips. Violet skin.</i><br/><br/>It is said that when two beings choose each other as mates, they bond and become one. So it would be, in Jaezek's mind, between his Mistress Rezalia and him. For at the first restless toss, and the first disturbed moan Jaezek was up and beside his Mistress. Quickly, without thinking he braced her body gently with his. He then cupped her face with his hand, pressing his lips tenderly to her ear he whispered ever so softly, "Mistress, you must wake. It is time."<br/><br/>Jaezek was fearful for his Mistress. He knew she was anxious, but never had she been so listless in slumber. He knew because he was almost always the last being she saw, or spent time with before she slept. There were times when Jaezek believed that they may have been one body and one spirit simply because he could touch her and almost feel her thoughts and emotions. Many times they would not speak, but would touch each other, caress each other, feeling and listening. Though how could they be one? She was a wielder of the Force. He was but her servant. Though she refered to him as her mate, and more affectionately, as her pet, he knew what he truly was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>