Chapter II
At last the sun was stetting on this unusual day. The sky lit up like fire and lighted the glass skyscrapers with its brilliance, reflecting a million blazing colors into the eyes of Daanase Avoosi. She heard footsteps behind her. It was Evren Brey come to join her in the open air of the balcony.
“I am impressed by those two young ones,” Evren said. “I had not expected them to admit their feelings to the Council.” He paused for a moment, inhaling the fresh air. “It is good that they have, it will be easier for them to stay in the light.”
Daanase hugged her shoulders against the cool breeze. “Yes, but they share similar dark dreams. I feel that it is not a good sign. They must be tested,” she concluded. “Their passion is strong, I fear it is too strong, when faced with danger…they may act foolishly.”
“We were never foolish,” Evren reminded.
Daanase raised an eyebrow, “I beg to differ! We were very young and very foolish, just as they are. They must learn the same lesson that we did.”
“That is what the council will decide,” Evren nodded heavily, “but I do not wish it upon them.” He stared blankly at the sunset, lost in remembrance. “You nearly died that day. If you had I would never have forgiven myself.”
“You did the right thing,” Daanase assured. “If Ollahan had died in order for you to save me that would have been harder to live with.”
Evren nodded and studied her demeanor. “But you never forgave me. I left you to save him. You were dying and I left you.”
“I do not blame you, Evren,” she answered. “There is not an angry or regretful bone in my body. What’s past is past. We are Jedi, Evren, we are stronger than that.”
Evren sighed, “I know that you are right, but I just cannot help wishing that you looked at me the same way that you did then.”
“Pain is a part of life, Evren, and if you choose, it can make you stronger.”
“Is strength more important than love?”
“Love is fickle, Master Brey, that is why we avoid it. All it leads to is disappointment. The sooner that Casudu and Nuuco learn this, the better.”
“Are we to always live with this pain?”
“You’re pain is your own,” she snapped impatiently and returned inside.
I walk through a dusty valley in the dark of night, knowing that everything I see and hear must be a dream, and I come upon an ancient ruin. It looks like it was a palace or a temple. I feel chilled and realize that the dark side taints this place. I know that I should turn back but I continue into the ruins, entering what was once a great hall. I hear hissing whispers in a strange tongue calling to me. I feel drawn down into the dungeons below and there in the middle of the dank chamber, surrounded by firelight, is the dark hooded being. She is the one speaking to me, calling me.
I approach, unable to control my own feet. As I move to the center and into the firelight, I notice someone standing in the shadows behind the hooded being. The second person approaches and takes a place at the hooded being’s right hand. She removes her cloak and I cannot believe my eyes.
It is Teppa but she is very changed. Her hair is dark and glossy, and cascades over her shoulders like a black river. Her skin is pale and almost blue, there are strange blue markings on her forehead and cheeks, and on her hands and up her arms, too. She wears a black tunic and leather boots that stop half way up her thighs. On her belt is an insidious, shiny black lightsaber.
She takes the lightsaber in hand and activates the sinister red blade. I can see what she means to do, but I hope that it isn’t true. She charges at me and I can only activate my own lightsaber to defend myself. My blue blade clashes against hers again and again as she drives her red lightsaber at me. I feel so much hatred in her that I am overwhelmed, and I realized that this is not the Teppa that I once knew.
This gives me strength to defend myself and even to attack. I am stronger than her, she is no match for me, and not even her new dark powers can affect me. A feel the Force at my fingertips and power in my arm, as with each blow Teppa loses strength. Until with one final swing, I bring my blade down on her head, she falters, and my blade slices through the middle of her body and she falls lifeless at my feet.
I stare at the body, feeling confused and angry. How could she have attacked me? When did she stop loving me? She wanted to kill me, why did she want that? The hooded being approaches me, speaking in that dark language but this time, I understand.
“You have released your anger and it has made you powerful. The dark side can make you stronger, and you can be more powerful than any other Jedi. Teppa was weak and not suited for the dark side, only those that can truly handle power are worthy to become Sith masters. I foresee that you shall become a great and powerful dark lord. I can teach everything about the nature of the dark side and with my help you can conquer the galaxy!”
I awake up, breathing hard. It is still the middle of the night. I am afraid to go back to sleep, I do not want to dream again. I am trying to mediate and gain serenity but I fear that this dream has disturbed me too much. I am so tired and weary that I cannot stay awake and I think that I am about to drift off to sleep again….
Another dream! Two in one night is not a good sign. This dream was more allusive. I am floating in a gray mist. I cannot see a thing. I can only hear voices, sometimes in basic and sometimes in different foreign tongues that I do not recognize. Some of the voices are familiar, the voice of my mother, Teppa, and several masters. The alien tongues are in voices that I do not recognize. I can hear it, that dark voice speaking that evil language. I cannot understand it, but it echoed inside my head and chills my whole body.
I wake up, and I am no longer on my cot. I don’t know where I’ve acquired a writing utensil but in my sleep I have written strange characters on my wall. I step back and realize that the whole wall is covered with writing. I know instinctively that it is the dark language, probably an ancient Sith tongue. Fear of what I’ve done, seizes me. I cannot let the masters discover this writing. I run from my room and outside. It is chilling outside but I don’t care. I must clear my head, I must think of what could have possibly prompted me to write in the Sith language. I cannot think about this, I do not want to, and so I sit down and try again to meditate.
Teppa is awake and feels my anxiety. I only hope that she did not have the same dream as I, but her spirit does not feel as distraught as mine. However, this does make it worse. If she did not have this dream and I alone had it…I fear what that means. I fear these are visions that show the future. It cannot be so. Teppa would never turn to the dark side.
She approaches and I turn to see her coming out into the crisp morning air. She sees my distraught face and kneels down behind me, flinging her arms around me. I reach up and hold her arm, and there we sit in quiet, feeding off the serenity of the dawn to calm our souls.
The sun is now half way up the horizon and we must depart soon for we do not want to be seen together. Teppa presses tighter to me, I’m still uneasy but her presence is comforting.
“Do you want to tell me about it?” she whispers at last.
“It was the most terrible yet,” I reply, a little unwillingly. I do not want to tell her but I know that I need to talk to somebody and she is the only one that I trust.”
“What happened?” she urges gently.
I close my eyes, remembering the dream. “There were two dreams.”
“Two?” Teppa cannot hide her alarm.
“In the first I was on an ancient planet among some ruins. The hooded figure was there. I fought her apprentice and killed her. The apprentice was you,” I start to tremble. “Then the hooded figure was speaking an ancient Sith tongue to me and I understood, she was trying to persuade me to become her new apprentice. I do not know what I decided, but she made…sense. The second dream was a strange dream, I was floating in mist and there were voices all around me. Then I heard that same Sith voice and when I woke up…” I do not know how to tell her the rest. “Come,” I stand and take her hand, leading her back to my room.
We enter and I continue. “When I woke up, I found that I had written this.” I turn around and face the wall covered in black ancient Sith script.
Teppa gasps and looks at me in horror and surprise. “What does this mean? If the Council discovers this…I cannot begin to image what they will do to you. You are dangerous.”
“Tep, please,” I beg, “it’s not like I’m trying to do this.”
“Can you read it?”
“No.”
“Can you read it?” She repeats again, staring fiercely at me.
I sigh and look at the wall, concentrating on the script. Suddenly the lines and curves make sense to me, and I can see words and phrases. “Yes,” I finally reply, “but I do not know how.”
“We must tell the Council,” Teppa concluded. “This is a very serious and grave matter, Ayani. The only explanation is that a powerful Sith is causing you to have these dreams. If he can control your dreams and cause you to write this on the wall, what else can he make you do? The Council must help you free yourself from his control.”
I nod, “I suppose that you are right, but I do not want them to fear me more. They already do not trust me and if we tell them this…” I gesture to the wall, “but I would like to be free of the dreams.”
“Good, then we shall go again to the Council this morning.” Teppa confirms. “I must return to my room now, Ayani,” she kisses me, “but I shall see you soon.” She goes and I turn my back away from the evil writing.