Star Wars: The Tale of Darth Aolroth Book I - Birth of Darkness

Chapter Three

 The mysterious stranger locked eyes on Jaric. Gripped by fear, Jaric took Mes'hoca's vibroblade and raised it to the figure before him. The tall and pale stranger simply let out a menacing laugh.

Stranger: If I wanted to kill you boy, you would already be dead.

The Stranger's crimson eyes pierced right through the young boy's soul as he dropped the vibroblade. Jaric got on his feet and took a moment to compose himself.

Jaric: Thank you. Who are you? You're clearly not from Balmorra.

Stranger: I am Darth Jahl.

Jaric had heard that title before. This was a Sith Lord standing before him. There was no doubt in his mind that he was in fact the Commander of the Sith invasion for on Balmorra. But what puzzled Jaric more than anything was why a Sith Lord whose reputation was built and blood and destruction would save the life of a boy. But before the boy could question the Sith, Darth Jahl spoke.

Darth Jahl: How old are you boy?

Jaric: I'm 16.

Darth Jahl took a closer look at the boy. Something in Jaric had obviously caught his attention.

Darth Jahl: I sense a great power in you. A power greater than any other I've ever met. I can feel your fear. I can feel your anger. They guide you more than anything.

Darth Jahl words sent chills down Jaric's spine.

Jaric: Why did you save me?

Darth Jahl only laughed.

Darth Jahl: We will meet again boy. Soon.

The Dark Lord then walked away from the boy.

Jaric: Wait! You didn't answer my......

But before Jaric could finish his question, Darth Jahl was gone. With nothing more for Jaric in that alleyway, he took the stolen credits from the dead bandits and hurried home. As Jaric got home, something didn't feel right. The door seemed damaged, as if someone had been beating on the door. Jaric slowly crept into his home. As he reached the living room of the house, he saw a sight that would plague for the rest of his life.

Jaric: M....mom.....

That was all that left Jaric's mouth as he saw his mother lying dead on the floor and his father holding a smoking blaster.

Jayant: This ain't none of your goddamn business boy!

Jaric: W.....why? Why did you kill.....

Jayant: The bitch had it coming! I warned her time and time again not to cross me, but she did and now she got what she deserved. Ain't got no one to blame but herself! And you best learn from this or you'll get what she got!

Jaric felt his entire world crashing down around him. Immense grief consumed the boy, but terrible rage would soon follow. Jaric took one look at his father. Not with his natural blue eyes, but with flaming eyes of rage. And with that, Jaric let out a deafening scream and raised his arms to his father.

Jaric: What the hell do you think you're.....

But before he could finish his sentence, he felt his arms and legs twisting and bending, causing the father to scream in agony.

Jaric: I'LL KILL YOU!!!!!!

Jaric shouted with rage in his heart as he continue to use his newfound power to crush his father's limbs. He could hear the sound of breaking bones over his father's cries. He then put his hands around his father's head and looked into his still living eyes. Jaric channeled his rage into his hands and let out concussive blast that would crush his skull from the inside causing the father to cough blood onto Jaric's face. Jaric then watched as the light faded away from his wretched father's eyes. When he finally came to from his blind rage, he realized what he had done. He had killed his father with a power that he never new he had. In Jaric's mind, his father deserved the pain he received. Jaric then walked to his mother, got on his knees and held his dead mother in his arms.

Jaric: I........I'm so........ sorry Mom! I.......should've been here to protect you!

Jaric said this as the tears fell from his eyes. But as he looked up, he saw Darth Jahl standing before him. Jaric could not find to strength to speak, but then he noticed the Dark Lord's hand reaching out to the boy.

Darth Jahl: Come with me.

Seeing no other choice, Jaric took the Dark Lord's hand and readied himself for whatever Darth Jahl would offer.