“Shamila…” The voice sounded vague, far away, yet something about it was familiar.
She slowly opened her eyes. Her look carefully moved around. All she could see was rock, all around her. A cave again… Was she on Kessel, or was it Dantooine? Or… Could it be…? She sat upright, getting a good look of the cave she was in. Her eyes lit up. There was no doubt. Although she had only been there shortly, there was no way she would not recognize this place. Zaloriis. That means, Nill… But, how did I…
“Shamila…” It sounded clearer this time, but somehow she still couldn’t place it.
“Yes?” She replied hesitantly. No reply. She looked to the side. Nothing. “W-who’s there?” she asked somewhat nervously, but gathering all courage she could muster. Silence. “P-please answer me.” The girl stood up, again looking around, listening carefully. Not a living soul seemed to be around. She walked towards the exit. Perhaps the voice came from outside.
Startled the young Padawan let out a shriek. It came from behind her now, again familiar, but this time also cold, and hollow. “P-please… W-who are you?” Shaking slightly she carefully she turned her head, not knowing what to expect.
“Why?” The voice now had a sound of desperation about it as it asked. Shamila gulped. A transparent faintly lighting image stood before her, motionless, continuously staring at her with a sad look in its eyes. “Why, Shamila?” it asked. “Why didn’t you protect me?”
The girl started shaking more wildly, her eyes widened. “B-bultar?”
“I thought we were sisters. Why, why did you kill me?”
Shamila shook her head. “N-no, I didn’t, I didn’t kill you … Bultar, p-please… I…”
She turned her head again. Another familiar sight, as transparent as Bultar’s spirit, towered over her, his look angry. “M-Master. N-no. You too?”
“You didn’t do anything, Shamila,” Vhiran’s voice boomed. It sounded hollow, but at the same time clearly resonated in her ears. It had had a burning, terrifying anger about it, completely overwhelming the young girl. “I died, because you didn’t do anything to help me. You let me die! You killed me!”
“Master!” Shamila fell to her knees, her eyes already red of the tears that rapidly ran down her face. “No, I wanted to help, but I was so scared! Everything went so fast! I didn’t know what to d…”
“You killed us, why?!” Bultar and Vhiran now called out as one. “Why, Shamila?!”
“No! Please! I didn’t want any of you to die!” She buried her face half in her hands. “I didn’t want any of this to happen! Please, believe me! I…”
“Shamila…” A third voice. It was different from the other two, gentler, more alive.