Adventures of Feeldberg: Prologue

The dark chamber was not either a spacious or well-maintained place. Although straight walls were visible here and there, the major space within the room was filled by stones which once formed so that now they could coexist together with a massive, ancient oak on the moon of Endor.

Indeed, it was a cave. This term, however, had not been used for years, since one of the Sith Lord even before Darth Bane's doctrine visited this place. Since then, it had been known as a temple. Now, amongst the overwhelming darkness, two bodies were visible. As far as one of them, with a hood over the head, undoubtedly belonged to a woman, the other belonged to a massive man, who wore a metal mask on his face. Both persons were sitting in front of each other, and the closer you were to them, the cleared it would become that they were performing a discussion which was meaningful to them both.

"Shmi", the man's voice was heard modified by his helm. "It is the moment of your eventual trial."

The woman did not respond, as if she were waiting for the man's sign.

"It is time that we reveal in front of the Sith and a handful of the remained Jedi", the masked man continued.

The woman lifted her head. Now, a set of wrinkles and other marks proving her late age occurred.

"There aren't many of them after the eighteen years of the purge", Shmi said.

The man did not comment on her words, but instead he continued his own speech.

"It is time for us and our brothers and sisters to emerge from shadow. It's time for the Sith to end."

"I agree", Shmi responded. "Over thousand generations of their existence the Sith ruined the strength they were given, as they're ruining it now, cumulating their power in two individuals."

The masked man took a deep breath, and white gas began emerging from behind his helmet. Shmi already knew what her speaker had on his mind.

"Do you think we need him?", she asked.

"Yes", he responded. "Your son has got a far broader horizons than his master does. In the light of this, there exists a strong chance that he will join us due to the strong bloodline which joins you two together."

"He will join us or die."

pl:w:c:gwfanon:Opowiadanie:Ścieżka Barash: Prolog