Power

15.

The fog of this planet surrounds me as I descend into the atmosphere. It's dark, dense, no signs of human life lie anywhere. My ship lands in what seems like the only place it possibly could. The land is covered in forest and animals, small ponds and lakes appear every few miles. I step out of my ship and clip my sabers to my belt. I close my eyes and feel what's around me, the force pulls me down a path to my right. I follow it, navigating through the forest and to an opening with a circle of rocks and different symbols scorched into the ground. I suddenly freeze, my arms falling to my sides and floating into the air.

"Who are you?" A booming voice says. A man dressed in tattered robes and a mask comes to stand in front of me. "You are a creation of Vader." He grips my throat with the force and I gasp for air.

"Was." I just barely manage to get out. His head tilts and he drops me to the ground, I rub my neck and take deep breathes. He grabs my face and forces me to look up at him.

"What is your name." This is a demand, not a question.

"Lyra. The Grand Inquisitor." He ignites his saber and holds it inches from my neck. "I am not here to kill you, I am here to learn." He stands silent for a moment, only staring at me.

"And what do you expect me to teach you that you do not already know, Darth Verloren?" He pulls the saber back only a few inches.

"Control." After a moment the saber retracts. "You have power in the dark side like no other. I have gained immense power through Vader. Only you have gained control over this and come to harness it, I have not even begun to tap into it in fear of what would happen." He stands silent before offering a hand out to me. I hesitantly take it and he pulls me to my feet, removing his helmet. He appears to have not aged a day from the stories I was told.

"My power was heightened when Vader did his little experiment he seemed to have done on you to me. After he realized I was growing stronger then him, he sent me on a mission to a very far off planet and abandoned me there to die. I did not escape the Empire like so many stories say, I was abandoned and forced to internalize my own rage. When I finally broke free of where I was left to die, I rained terror on Vader. After the Empire fell I came here in hopes no one would ever find me. It appears it was to no avail." He tosses the helmet on the ground and walks toward the stones, I quickly follow after him.

"I need you to help me." He turns around and is suddenly inches from my face.

"I sensed you coming before you even approached. You are a trained Sith Lord with power like I have never seen, do not act so desperate." We both stand with unwavering eye contact before he turns and walks forward. He floats into the air and the rocks rise to meet him. "Your training begins now." Without warning, he throws a rock at me and I just barely catch it and toss it to the side. I ignite my sabers as he relentlessly throws them at me, some almost hitting me.

"You're throwing too many at once." I clench my
teeth and keep swinging.

"You need to be faster." Anger builds in me as I hit the rocks soaring at me too fast for me to swing. After this goes on for too long, I feel energy rising in me.

"Enough!" I shout, a blast of force energy leaves my
body and turns everything around me to ash, Starkiller puts his arms up to block the amount of energy coming his way. My arms drop to my sides and I fall unconscious on the ground.