Star Wars: Knights Of The New Republic

Chapter Nine: Power and Forgiveness

Chapter Nine: Power and Forgiveness

Pyrrha knelt over the bodies of Kenvall and Master Koren, letting tears flow from her cheeks. Koren died because she wasn't good enough in the fight. All of her training could never have prepared her for this, no matter how much she thought it had. She should have been laying in the sands with the two Jedi, the Sith known as Darth Kaine had spared her.

Pyrrha shuttered as she remembered the battle. While Kylar held an equal fight with the other Sith, Pyrrha had felt the advantage coming to her and Koren, so she pressed the attack. Everything happened so fast. Darth Kaine had deflected her blade and forced her to run it through Master Koren. She froze as she watched her blade kill the Jedi Master, not believing her eyes.

A sudden rage filled her and she went berserk on the Sith. Nothing she did was even close to enough to beat the Dark Lord. Kaine had held her in a saber lock. He looked into her eyes with an evil look.

"You have great power, anger in you, Jedi. You could be so much more as a Sith." He hissed. "Join me and we can do anything. I sense your power."

"Never! I won't join you!" Pyrrha said, casting out the thought of turning to the Dark Side. Then the images of her stabbing Koren and taking his life flashed through her mind, the anger and pure hatred she had felt in those moments. In her hesitation, the Sith had thrown her to the ground, casting her weapons aside. That was when Kylar rushed in to help.

She now knelt over the Jedi she had killed and the padawan that had been struck down before the battle could start. It had seemed like no one could stand against the Sith except for Kylar, who had been doing great until he had somehow become distracted.

What had he felt in the Sith to have lost his head in battle. Why hadn't the Sith just killed him and Pyrrha and just left? Why had Pyrrha not felt such hatred in her life until now? Had the Sith opened a valve inside her, containing all of her dark energy? Why did she still feel it?

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Kylar woke with a start. The moonlight shone down ever so peacefully. There was no chaos, blood, or destruction from the Sith that he had expected to wake up to. All was eerily quiet except for Pyrrha's whimpering as she knelt over the dead Jedi. Kylar froze as he saw the body of Kenvall, who had been struck down because of Kylar, but by Wallace's blade.

Wallace...

Kylar had to report to the Jedi Council as soon as possible. There was nothing left to be done here. He got up and retrieved his lightsabers, clipping them to his side as he slowly approached Pyrrha. He rested a hand on her shoulder, feeling great despair pulse from her in the force, and great hatred.

"We have to tell the Jedi council what we learned here." Kylar said to her softly, seeing refugees begin to form a crowd around them, watching the dead Jedi who had helped them so much. "The refugees will give them a proper funeral. We have to go."

Pyrrha sniffed. "What did we learn here. Master, except the fact that the Sith are too much for a Jedi Master, two padawans, and the Jedi Sword Master?"

Kylar's pride almost kicked in. He wanted to say that they weren't too much for him, that he could have beaten them had he not been frozen by his revelation. Now was not the time to defend his title though, he could do that later.

"I learned who the lead Sith is." Kylar told her.

She looked up into his eyes, surprised. "Who is he?"

Kylar flashed back to times of his early years as a Jedi. The times when he trained and studied with Wallace. The times when he truly felt like he had a friend in the Jedi order. Then he flashed back to when he heard of Wallace's departure without so much as a good bye. The time that made Kylar stop seeking companionship and made him focus on becoming the greatest Jedi he could...