It seemed so innocent sitting there before him, nothing but a ring of jade laying upon the table as he rested.
Flashes of memory touched him, and his head screamed as something that could not make sense pushed at his mind.
Jedi...
Lightsabers...
Why was he holding one?
And then the world exploded around him and the pain filled him once more.
He also remembered other things, somehow being in battles on both sides of a war.
A Republic Officer and, somehow, a Sith.
The Jedi he had seen in the halls merely couple days earlier before the attack was in these, well visions were all he could state they were.
Another memory pushed itself forwards in his mind, a young boy delving through a library and the words flowed as the child spoke.
Emotion, yet peace.
Ignorance, yet knowledge.
Passion, yet serenity.
Chaos, yet harmony.
Death, yet the Force.
The clearer memory of something similar being spoken by the Jedi he'd seen when he stumbled upon her meditation followed that of a past his mind was screaming as real.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no death, there is the Force.
His hand reached out and touched it as another memory flashed through him.
Another code, one learned by an older man, scarred in mind, body, and soul by what he had sacrificed to protect those whose pain he could feel. One darkening of the other two.
Peace is a lie. There is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
All three had touched him, memories blurred as he picked up the small item and inspected it in his palm, rotating it with his fingers.
Flashes of armor, the deaths of hundreds of thousands around him, and several by his own hands.
He almost dropped it as the pain stopped and everything solidified, memory flashed through his mind and the false history fled from the light of truth. His hand tightening around what appeared to be made of a bright jade to the point where he was forced to release before it cut into his unprotected palm.
One last code echoed through his mind, something that such a small thing let loose in him once more and a grin flashed across his weary features for the first time since the wars had started and spread through Republic space, before he and a man he once called a brother were forced to drag the Republic, kicking and screaming, into preparing for a war that might soon envelop the galaxy far worse than anything he could make himself comprehend at the time.
The last code was one that he knew had to be true, everything sacrificed and this new code could help him make it work.
He slipped the ring onto his finger, the lantern visible in the dim light of the hideout on Taris.
And he spoke something that would change the galaxy.
"In brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight. Let those who worship evil's might, beware my power, Green Lantern's light!"
And by those words and a flash of emerald light, Revan had returned.
Flashes of memory touched him, and his head screamed as something that could not make sense pushed at his mind.
Jedi...
Lightsabers...
Why was he holding one?
And then the world exploded around him and the pain filled him once more.
He also remembered other things, somehow being in battles on both sides of a war.
A Republic Officer and, somehow, a Sith.
The Jedi he had seen in the halls merely couple days earlier before the attack was in these, well visions were all he could state they were.
Another memory pushed itself forwards in his mind, a young boy delving through a library and the words flowed as the child spoke.
Emotion, yet peace.
Ignorance, yet knowledge.
Passion, yet serenity.
Chaos, yet harmony.
Death, yet the Force.
The clearer memory of something similar being spoken by the Jedi he'd seen when he stumbled upon her meditation followed that of a past his mind was screaming as real.
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no death, there is the Force.
His hand reached out and touched it as another memory flashed through him.
Another code, one learned by an older man, scarred in mind, body, and soul by what he had sacrificed to protect those whose pain he could feel. One darkening of the other two.
Peace is a lie. There is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
All three had touched him, memories blurred as he picked up the small item and inspected it in his palm, rotating it with his fingers.
Flashes of armor, the deaths of hundreds of thousands around him, and several by his own hands.
He almost dropped it as the pain stopped and everything solidified, memory flashed through his mind and the false history fled from the light of truth. His hand tightening around what appeared to be made of a bright jade to the point where he was forced to release before it cut into his unprotected palm.
One last code echoed through his mind, something that such a small thing let loose in him once more and a grin flashed across his weary features for the first time since the wars had started and spread through Republic space, before he and a man he once called a brother were forced to drag the Republic, kicking and screaming, into preparing for a war that might soon envelop the galaxy far worse than anything he could make himself comprehend at the time.
The last code was one that he knew had to be true, everything sacrificed and this new code could help him make it work.
He slipped the ring onto his finger, the lantern visible in the dim light of the hideout on Taris.
And he spoke something that would change the galaxy.
"In brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight. Let those who worship evil's might, beware my power, Green Lantern's light!"
And by those words and a flash of emerald light, Revan had returned.