Beneath the crushing depths of the sea, sealed within the forsaken hollows of a long-buried fortress, something ancient stirred. A presence — not dead, but waiting.
Deep in the gloom, an enigma sat in silence, listening. She sifted through the currents of the Dark Side like a priestess in prayer, until its will found her, latching onto her consciousness like a parasite sinking into flesh.
A flicker passed through her mind —
Auburn strands caught in unseen wind.
The sheen of navy metal.
And a scent — cloying, sharp, unbearable: Righteousness.
A target.
"It is time."
Her eyes snapped open — molten amber and gold. A slow, cold smile split her face, teeth too sharp, too unnatural.
"So," she rasped, her voice like rusted iron, "the prophecy comes to fruition at last?"
There was no reply.
Only pain.
Fire ignited in her chest, racing through every nerve. She choked on a scream as her body crumpled, knees striking the cold stone with a crack. The Dark Side descended upon her like a predator, crashing through her mind, clawing through bone and thought alike.
Her vision fractured. Her blood boiled.
Then—
A voice. Ancient. Venomous. Dredged from the abyss.
"It will not come to pass. Do you understand?"
"Y–yes," she gasped. Every breath was a blade in her throat.
And then — silence.
The pressure lifted, leaving only echoes in the dark... and the taste of blood.
Slowly, she rose. Her limbs trembled, but her gaze sharpened — honed like a dagger.
The Prime Inquisitor had awoken.
She was no longer herself. The Dark Side coiled through her like a serpent around a blade. Something had shifted in the Force — a ripple, a warning, a challenge.
The Living Force had marked someone. Chosen them.
And the Dark Side had responded.
It would not allow them to rise. It would crush them before they could breathe.
She almost pitied them.
Almost.
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Hazel sat on the edge of a wind-smoothed outcrop, her knees pulled up, cloak wrapped tight against the cool night air. The cavern behind her was silent, its shadow swallowed by the desert's endless hush. Above, twin moons traced pale lines across the dunes, silver light brushing her armor with soft highlights.
Her commlink felt heavy in her hand. Was she really ready for this? She stared at it for a long moment before her eyes hardened. With a quick flick, it hummed to life, static overtaking the silence.
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Consequence of Oversight
FanfictionAttachment has always been forbidden to the Jedi. It had always been a risk - one that had led many to the Dark Side. Hence why he was never told the truth, even after the fall of the Order. Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi is shattered after his former...
