Strigae Lore # 1 - A General Guide

Random Star Wars Fanfic

I was digging through my Obsidian notes when he found this little gem. What do you all think?

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo POV

Setting: SW Episode 7: TFA

Chapter 1 - The Voided Mind

CW: Dissociative Identities

The endless void of space stretched out before me. I lay, half-awake in my bed, the hum of the star destroyer's engines a needle in my mind. Ever since picking up the strange girl on Takodana, my mind had been restless, tossing and turning.

Mind reading was my speciality after all, the ability to peer inside a person's head coming naturally to me. It was like gazing into a pond, then dropping a net into it, catching the thoughts trapped by it. Poe's mind had been relatively easy to read. Pathetically easy, actually, an open book with pages that shrivelled at my icy touch. It had left him screaming for days after that.

But the girl's? It was something else. It was like looking into space itself, an endless void of nothing. It was a necronomicon, a forbidden tome that had forced itself shut even as I pried at the edges. Unable to resist the urge to investigate, I finally left my room. I walked the empty corridors, descending steps, crossing under red lights. My only companion in the darkness was the incessant whispering of Ben. Who was Ben, you may ask?

Well, Ben was the other side of me. The light side, some might say. To me, he was a major annoyance, a weakness. A treacherous creature forged on Ahch-To, all love and light.

Shut up, I hissed, recognising the deep snarl of my own real voice. Satisfyingly, the little wretch cowered, backing off into the shadows. I approached cell block H, where the girl was, the void was. The moment I entered, seeing her in those restraints, two things hit me.

One, my own reaction: rather dainty, with small, delicate features. Yet, these featured had a hard fierceness to them, as if forged beneath the hot sun of a desert planet.

Two: Ben's annoying, stupid little squeak. Don't hurt her. She looks so cute.

I hissed at him, and he scurried back into the dark again.

I saw her flinch. Immediately I switched to my normal voice: "Forgive me. It was just… Something."

Did I see a smirk dance across her face?

"It's fine," she replied, and the steel in her words made me pause.

"I'm looking for the map to Skywalker," I said. "I know you have it. So I'm going to get it."

"Curious," she answered. "I didn't know that."

"Well I'm going to get it. And I know you have the answer." "Try me," she said.

I reached out through the Force as I always did, probing, searching for answers.

I found myself falling through darkness instead, her mind an endless well, a rip in space I could not escape. Answers came as flashes of light.

So her name is Rey. Grew up on Jakku - though I could tell. Interest in the light side of the force-

More Jedi, Ben commented. Cool.

I couldn't be bothered to quiet him. I saw flashes of faces, of worlds I had never seen. Of the Millennium Falcon. Of hundreds of rebel wings. Of our own mighty fleet ruthlessly reclaiming the empire. All chaos happening in the night skies of the nowhere world. Of Anakin's lightsaber, my grandfather's lightsaber, a blue burning streak. Before it became red.

Then suddenly the inky void engulfed me completely. I was lost in it, struggling against some powerful current. A light danced in that current, and I chased it. It weaved, I weaved. It dodged, I followed. It paused, I reached out, only for it to dart away. I cursed, kept going. It bobbed for a moment, moonlight on water, then vanished. It reappeared beside me, pulsing with energy. I flinched back, it was gone.

Rey's laughter, like tinkling glass, echoed around me. "Catch me!" Her voice seemed younger, more childlike.

I ran after the star, desperate to snatch it, to protect it for some bizarre reason. The light buzzed, zipping through the clouds of purple darkness.

Finally, I grabbed it. Its energy rippled over me, pushing me back. Still clutching the light, I was falling backwards, head over heels, memories playing in reverse. The light engulfed my entire body, and I screamed as it burned against Kylo Ren, my former self. I felt Ben Solo, the weakling, grow stronger, staggering to his feet, eyes shining with my father's defiance and my mother's resolve.

I accelerated back into myself, crashing back against the wall. The room swayed, and I felt sick.

"Are you okay?" It was Rey's voice, distant and garbled.

"What happened?" I groaned, but the words were a mess. The heat from the light still thrummed through me, chilling my clothes.

Stupid! Kylo Ren snarled. You learned nothing!

I learned not to look into voids, Ben replied.

Because you are an idiot, Kylo snapped. Small wonder you're such a terrible leader. You're doing a great job of running the First Order into the freaking ground.

Oh, stop it. If you hadn't insisted on skewering every person we met, then maybe we'd be closer to that map! Ben sounded stronger, more assertive.

Stop arguing, you two! Strangely, it was Rey, telling us off like we were children. I suddenly found myself giggling. "This is so embarrassing."

Of course Ben would make me laugh like a child.

I stood, staring at Rey, who was now smiling. "Sorry about that. I just, couldn't resist trying out reaching through the Force like you did. It'll need practice, though."

I nodded, confused but somehow floating inside.

Kylo was fuming, growling in the back of my head as I went upstairs. But tonight I sensed a change in me, as if my journey had just started. Maybe, just maybe, that girl would change my whole life.

Let me know if you would want to see the rest of this, I'll see what I can do... :)

POV: you're about to start writing when you set the font size to 218 instead of just 18...

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 Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown - William Shakespeare 

The Kingdom of Valedor will never be the same again. 

 An old king gives up his crown, but has he truly relinquished the throne? 

She was just 19 winters old when her angel prince chose her. When he gazed into her eyes, stole her heart. 

 But, a shocking chance meeting led to a second suitor, a warrior who may just change her life. 

In the North, a debt binds her to the ice palace, but her power lies within. 

The world of Valedor is a treacherous place, a world where trust is as as scarce as peace. Maria, a beautiful princess of 19 winters, is about to meet her prospective suitor. Chosen at a royal party by Raphael, a gorgeous young prince, she thinks her life is set. But then, an accidental meeting and a chance feeding brings a new stranger into her life: Drevan, a young Lykan with a strange secret. Meanwhile, Rin, a kitsune, senses a way out from her frozen prison in the Ice Castle. Each one of them will shake the world of Valedor. Each one of them will unveil stunning secrets. And hence the Saga of Valedor begins. 

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I JUST WANNA WRITE!!

I just want to write this fantasy story that has been sat in my head for just over ten years and has fantasy and darkness and medieval and political intrigue and love triangles and secret plots and vampires and lycans and kitsunes and mafia and huge battles and tender moments and magical artefacts and a million and one other things and I just want to tell people about it and spread it to the world and make it really good because I get ideas almost all the time and I would love to see it as a book and have it sit proudly on a bookshelf and bring it to life HELP!!!!

Seriously I've been looking at lycan stories and vampire stories and I want to make something new, something different, something interesting, something that mixes the genres up and injects a bit of life to it all! argh I don't even know where to start because I have sooooo much lore that I want to give to everyone and I want people to give feedback and I am sorry for this long post but I need to release

Oh and I have exams next week for uni so I better get all this out bye

Striga Lore #2 - The Striga Hierarchy

A short post on the hierarchy of a striga house/coven, reminiscent of a traditional werewolf pack hierarchy. Further posts will elaborate on the ranks' individual powers and roles, but here's the basics:

High Umbra

Similar Rank: King

Role: Leader of all Strigae

Challenged: Yes

Hereditary: Yes

Umbra

Similar rank: Alpha

Role: House/Coven Leader

Challenged: Yes

Hereditary: Depends on who Umbra chooses as Heir

Nyxos

Similar Rank: Luna

Role: Consort of House/Coven Leader

Challenged: Yes

Hereditary: No

Tenebra

Similar Rank: Beta

Role: Inner Circle (such as spymaster, treasurer, Captain of the Guard, etc.)

Challenged: No

Hereditary: No

Diaval

Similar Rank: Gamma

Role: Warriors and Hunters

Challenged: No

Hereditary: No

Malthos

Similar Rank: Delta

Role: Mages and Healers

Challenged: No

Hereditary: Depends

Fenrir

Similar Rank: Epsilon

Role: Scouts, Spies and Sentinels

Challenged: No

Hereditary: No

Drita

Similar Rank: Omega

Role: None

Challenged: No

Hereditary: Possible

OTHER ROLES EXPLAINED

Scouts - Usually sent out to keep eyes on neighbouring nobles and houses and relay messages from the Umbra/Nyxos

Sentinels - Patrol the edges of the striga territories, watching for intruders and ensuring security when passing through striga lands; sent to escort nobles

Hunters - Organise and lead hunts to take down prey such as dyre wolves, deer and other creatures; trained on most weapons, ambushing, tracking and skillful executions; frequently become warriors, assassins or even executioners

More in part 3

Rage

I see so much rage around us.

I stand amidst the boiling flames.

The fire in my heart longing to join in.

Like some twisted battle royale.

So much fury in this world.

Rage at the state of the Earth.

Rage at the state of every nation.

Rage at the state of Artificial Intelligence.

Rage at the state of the human species.

Rage at those who do not fit our version of reality.

Rage at those who speak what we see as falsehood.

Rage at those who cover up our version of truth.

Rage at those who rewrite.

Rage at those who lie.

Rage at those who are truthful.

Rage at anyone who doesn't agree.

We gather our forces, storm at each other

Seeing nothing but enemies to destroy

Our 'truths' are our missiles

Honed by curse words as fuel

With others' opinions as the target

Like some kind of shooter game

But in our blind, all consuming, feral rage

Like the primordial werewolf of old

We forget who throws the coals upon the kindling

Who writes the code of the game we play

Who watches us fight in the gladiators' arena and laughs

Who played the cards of Division Division Division?

Placed us into factions to play this Hunger Games?

If we do not quell this rage,

We will be as ashes

Nothing left to fight about.

When there is no-one left to fight.