Dangerous Illusion

Slowly, a new connection had begin to form.

This was foreign from everything he had ever known and for the first time in his life he began to experience what fear is like. Love was silenced. A new reckoning that grew in him. He should be running from his after his failed attempt of trying to destroy it. He was never supposed to have this, and now he was.

And it can still go all wrong.

All he can muster these past few weeks is whispering, begging in the dark force for everything to be alright. He will hide away when the terrible thought filled his mind. He will not let her see his fear he will not do that to her. He is nervous and scared when she clutched on to him announcing the time has come.

To admit weakness was to admit defeat. He was a menace to his enemies, a now being weaken by this fragile creature he is open for attack. In Darth Maul's memory, fire was never gentle it claimed and destroyed everything in its way. He had never known fire to be so gentle and taming until now.