Once again, Ahsoka was stranded in an unending limbo of darkness, a dark so black it sucked away the light that came from the runes on her hands and neck; although it was hard to tell in the gloom, the blue patterns were beginning to wrap around her face and shoulders, expanding from her heart.
A voice came out of the shadows- one she had hoped she'd never hear again. "Arise, my apprentice. The time has come."
Ahsoka stood up and looked around, confused. The blackness had faded slightly, and just visible was the outline of a room, the helmeted figure of Darth Vader, and another man. He was about the age she had been when she left the Order (it still pained her to think about it) and yet darkness ebbed from him like blood from an open wound.
"Starkiller," said the Sith Lord, breathing heavily. "You have passed many tests. But before you can help me destroy the Emperor, you need a final one."
The apprentice bowed your head. "What would you have me do?"
Suddenly Ahsoka realised why he looked familiar. This was the man who had... No, she would not think about it!
"Go to Onderon," boomed Vader. "Seek out my former apprentice and destroy her. Only then will you be worthy enough to take her place."
"Yes, Lord Vader." Starkiller said, and left.
Ahsoka moved with him, still jarred. Is that what would have happened, if she had stayed? Would she have become an agent of the Dark Side?
She didn't want to believe it, but it might have become true. If not for one person.
Lux Bonteri. A good friend, a great senator and her only love. It was sad that she'd never see him again- and all because of Vader; Anakin. His fault, she was trapped in the temple. His fault that the Jedi fell. His fault Lux couldn't see her ever again, except in dreams. It was all his fault!
White-hot anger seethed through her like lava, making her stronger but also weak at the same time. The darkness fuelled her like a leaf in a rainstorm, drowning her and giving her life. For a moment everything felt out of balance, disharmonious, destroyed by her fury, but light dawned on her.
Anger wasn't the way. If she acted out of anger it made her no better than they were- a slave of evil; a tool. In the end, all Darksiders were tools in someone else's game.
She wasn't one of them.
The fury in Ahsoka's heart disintegrated, leaving behind a deep blue flame, and she would never be destroyed by it again.
*YAY MYSTERY! And Starkiller! What could this be building up to? What does Ahsoka (and I) know that you don't? And WHERE THE HECK IS THE LUXSOKA? You will never knowwwwwwww! For like three weeks!
Not much to say here;
-Silver
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Destiny Book One: Heart Of Flame (Ahsoka)
Fanfiction-Book One in the Destiny Quartet- Ahsoka Tano died on Malachor at the hand of her former Master, Darth Vader. It was over. Or so it seemed. For Ahsoka had a higher purpose, one laid out for her much earlier, by the Daughter and the ones who served h...
