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Two years having gone
‘Time flies when you’re feeling fine, time stalls when you are bored, time stops when you drop.’
Two years ago today, I watched my life been carried away from me.
It went out the door as I stood there, blubbering like some kid over spilled milk. But I was helpless to do anything less or even more as a promise of something good was offered and I yielded. It is what I always do. Like the hero of the story does, right?
Acting none too bright I might add at least in retrospect. Because I had lost. Big time.
As it had all meant giving up the very fight I had been at for so long. Even if it all should have made me strong. Because what doesn’t kill you should make you strong. Right? That is what they keep telling those surviving something, something so bad it makes you half mad. Raged more likely.
But I was none of that. I felt weak, defeated, sick to my stomach if I being perfectly honest.
Even if a great victory of sorts had just been won. So why the hell was I crying about it then?
After all it was supposed to have been one helluva great thing for all of us. But then again I was standing there. All alone. The once proud member of a Creed, face never to be seen alas exposed for the galaxy! Well, at least the herd standing closest to me. All of them simply standing there in total silence. All of them, my supposed friends glaring on as my life was slowly but surely drained out and running down the elevator shaft.
What a daft heroes end it was for sure!
But, I did nothing. I did not run after him. I did not budge.
I did not even beg for him to stay.
I just stood there, waiting for life to resume around me and then I simply put my helmet back on again and continued the daily routine. Even if at this point I really did not care. Not even when the others stared.
Sure, I tried to smile. But it hurt like hell.
Tried to be brave as all those would be friends told be it would all be okay eventually, after some time spent. There were still loose ends to be tied there after all. And I needed to be at my best. After all they had my trust like I had theirs. Nevertheless, I just wanted to get the hell out of there. Find some dark and quiet corner somewhere and never come out again.
Yeah, well, I may look tough and cool with all this metal around me for sure. An enigma wrapped inside the perfect cocoon. To hide in. The tall mysterious warrior type. Someone to admire and like. But deep down inside, I am as mushy as they come. And that was included in all those stupid puns.
I used to say, quite often actually the phrase “This is the way”. But now I’ve lost my way. So there is that sting of a pain leaving a real nasty stain deep inside of my heart.
So what the hell happened you may ask?
If you have the time I could tell you a story of it all. As to the how I ended up with the little green dude of a kid so scared and small. Hunting it, rescuing it, taking care of it… and oh yeah, the little kid took care of me as well. Saved me even. And if I did not say anything back then. It felt so good to have someone there to talk to and with all the daily routines to share.
For the while it lasted and somehow all the obstacles we passed. Sometimes better sometimes worse. But then there is this thing this kid possessed. Some kind of a powerful magic of sorts. And those imps in their long black capes were always hunting him down. Just to get their own mojo off of the ground. And so I learnt there was this group, which could take care of this green little kid. Teach him all the tricks he needed to survive. And despite my guts crying out loud, I made the effort to find the one ending up taking my kid away.
So, here I sit now all alone. In a dive bar not singing any happy songs.
Sure I tried the hero shit once again. Helping those of my creed and their minions as well.
Winning wars and even land. Well, it did not go as planned. Surprise! As soon as the chick with the big chip on her shoulder with the size of a large boulder got a hold of that coveted sword of a thing. The one which I had won fair and square from that Moff Giddy. The one who acted all powerful, high and mighty. But hey! I beat him! So suck on that Dude Giddy!
But then it turned out not so great. ‘Cause that chick I mentioned… well, she was supposed to have it, grab it from that Moff Guy. Yeah, it was my bad. My other big mistake. But you know me, so I yielded, right? Well, sort of because in the end I convinced her to take it in a sort of a match to fake it where she was winning it.
And so now, all those minions I once knew, are mighty songs for her praise singing. But I don’t really care any more. Because to be honest, that place was so crowded with too many of us there in the small space. And me? well I prefer the life of going solo. Or at least with a certain companion which I had… and now?
Well, me.. I am travelling alone again.
I will hit the road once again after I get myself a ship off of some bargain. It’s might not be much, but it will take me out there. To the galaxy where I once again do hunt just like I did before. It is my profession of sorts.
But now, I mostly hunt for information for the one I lost. Trying to find him. But it’s not easy as I know nothing of where that one, the Jedi kind took him.
Sure, my friends updated me on the whatnots of the Force and they name dropped a few too. Mainly that dude in a dark long cape whom all them dark soldiers slayed. It’s been far too long and like I said I ain’t that strong. And I need to see him at least one more time and if I am lucky, then to convince him to come along for the ride. Because I know the two of us can defeat anything we face. Together, even if the travelling life ain’t so fine for a kid of his kind.
Oh, and my name?
It’s Din, Din Djarin. I am a Mandalorian. Looking all around the wide galaxy for my son. And this, will be my way from now on. At least after this last drink in this dirty old dive bar. Far, far away in the corner of a world no one ever visits. Least of all me. Until now.
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART TWO