Star Wars: Episode 7(FanMade)

"My ally is the Force, and a powerful ally it is. Life creates it, makes it grow. Its energy surrounds us and binds us. Luminous beings are we." Jerik, a former Jedi guardian stood outside the Jedi temple on Salum, an exiled planet that didn't exist in life. Only he could create it and he was all alone. He walked through the hallway while he stared down to see a puddle of crystal blue water, his reflection gave it off. He was only seventeen at the time, his parents died when he was ten by a war created by the Sith. He had no brother or sister, it was just him. Thunder echoed across the land. Storms coming he thought, this storm wasn't any ordinary storm. It was fierce, it echoed across the galaxy. &amp;ldquo;The Force is what gives a Jedi his power. It's an energy field created by all living things that surrounds us and penetrates us. It binds the galaxy together." He sat down in the middle of the puddle, his robe was soaked but he didn't mind. He meditated, he kept quiet, he listened. And listened, was his only ally in this fight... &amp;ldquo;Do you feel it? Do you feel the power of the dark side? The only real power! The only thing worth living for! &amp;rdquo; Meditating... concentration... fear... death... millions dying... no... it was he who will die... in a terrible fear... His eyes shot open while he found himself out in an open grass field covered by weeds. It was completely dark outside as he looked up at the sky then back down. He reached down near his belt as he pulled out his light-saber and ignited it. A beautiful blue light ignited from the handle. This was his only weapon. &amp;ldquo;Evil is a word used by the ignorant and the weak. The dark side is about survival. It&amp;rsquo;s about unleashing your inner power. It glorifies the strength of the individual.&amp;rdquo; Hundreds of voices kept popping into his mind. From the past, some from the future. He knew there was a war coming but where...? Thunder echoed in the distance while lightning lit up the clouds. Storms coming he thought, but this wasn't any ordinary storm... It was more fierce now.. and he was alone... It was only matter of minutes he had until the storm rose above him and took him. So he lit up the field with his light-saber and ran towards the storm. &amp;ldquo;Oh no, my young Jedi. You will find that it is you who&amp;nbsp;is mistaken&amp;hellip;about a great many things.&amp;rdquo; He couldn't take it, this time it was enough. The storm echoed further, closer, further, closer. Closer.... Closer... Here it is.... Now... Is the time... The storm pulled itself closer to the young Jedi and took it's action. Lightning struck the ground. Rain soaked the young Jedi until his robe slipped off which only led to his long sleeved shirt and a pair of leather jeans. He dodged the strikes but he took one to his leg as he fell. He stared at the storm above him as he took his last breath before it took him.. "I will end you... you are only a nightmare... and a nightmare you will be...." The storm covered him and took his place... it was gone in a single blink in the eye. Or was it... "I have been through death and conquered it. I have returned with my power multiplied. The dark side of the Force lives and manifests itself through me! I reach into the dark side now and send ripples through it to all who serve it. Know that I live!" &amp;nbsp;Jerik, a former Jedi Guardian stood by himself while he stared at what was left of the Jedi Temple on Salum. The temple kept falling apart slowly, piece by piece. He noticed something shimmer in the distance inside the temple so he started walking inside as the shimmer got closer. Closer... A small green crystal mixed with blue. He looked up but to see nothing else was standing. Pillars were destroyed. The walls had crumbled and fell. The roof sank in. The temple itself was alive while dead. Jerik walked out of the temple and tucked the crystal inside his pocket while he continued staring aimlessly at the fallen Jedi Temple. &amp;ldquo;Darkness calls to darkness. It calls to you. You can feel it like a heart beating within this temple. How will you respond?&amp;rdquo; He closed his eyes and sat down in the middle of an open field. He crossed his legs and reached into his pocket pulling out the crystal holding it in his hands tightly. &amp;ldquo;The Force will change you. It will transform you. Some fear this change. The teachings of the Jedi are focused on fighting and controlling this transformation. That is why those who serve the light are limited in what they accomplish.&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;The voices would never stop even if he tried to ignore it. They would push back in.. His eyes shot open but to see the Jedi Temple was not destroyed. It was as if, it had never been through an attack. As if, the Jedi's just built it yesterday.. He stood up and walked through the Jedi Temple while he stared around. The walls were stable, the roof was leveled, nothing was wrong. Nothing was wrong at all. Which is the worse part... You're afraid that my words might be true. That the dark side doesn't corrupt in and of itself. That your destined to become the next Sith Lord. Because if it is true, you have to make a decision, choosing between your life as it is comfortable, but almost purposeless and life as you know it should be. The voice, that voice wasn't in his mind, it was out of his mind. Someone was inside the temple but nowhere in sight. "My true name is Shira Brie, but I'm better known as Lumiya." The voice was now behind him. He turned around to see a tall female wearing a warrior outfit and a mask that only covered her mouth. "I know.. this is a nightmare... you're not real. And you will stay as one!" "True Nightmares only last a curtin amount of time.. this is only the true beginning..." His eyes shot open again, he was sitting in the middle of the open field still facing what was left of the temple. He had forgotten most, but remembered all. The one thing he didn't know, when would the fight begin.... "Today will be a day long remembered. It has seen the death of Kenobi, and soon the fall of the rebellion." Jerik, the former Jedi Guardian, walked through the open field with his robe covering his head, his robe hung from his neck, you couldn't barely see his feet in these robes. But something caught Jerik's attention. He looked up to see a small black object fall from the sky and land softly on the ground. The object was small like a head of someone. Jerik walked towards the object as he got closer, he saw something pointed on the top of it. He stood by it, he turned his head and held out his hand as he gripped the Force. The object moved slightly then flew into his hands. He looked at it. It seemed to be a helmet but nothing was inside. The eyes were large, the mouth piece was small in size. He held it in his hands right in front of his face. "He will join us or die, my master." The voice now sounded darker, deeper. It seemed as if the voice came from the helmet, as if it were alive just staring aimlessly at him. Jerik looked at the helmet, something told him to put it on, just to try it on for a moment. But his senses told him otherwise. Just for a moment Jerik thought, just for one single moment. So he held the helmet up in the air and put it over his head. Something clicked inside the helmet, it was now locked on. He screamed, he yelled, but no one could hear him. He was all alone. He tried pulling it off but it was of no use, the helmet was now his. And his, it would last forever... Suddenly his body felt weird. His robe changed black, his gloves black, his boots black, his light-saber would now ignite red. The pure evil color that the suppose "Sith" used. He stared up in the sky and screamed. The helmet was now taking over. And over, it wouldn't be... "Yes, a Jedi's strength flows from the Force. But beware of the dark side. Anger, fear, aggression, the dark side of the Force are they. Easily they flow, quick to join you in a fight. If once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny, consuming you it will, as it did Obi-Wan's apprentice." His eyes shot open once more. The storm was now closer, the clouds got darker and darker. The voice was now a Jedi, hopefully the evil ones were gone. He stood up and ignited his light-saber as he walked slowly across the field. The blade of the saber cut the weeds in half, but it lit up the field. That was all he needed. He stood facing what was left of the Jedi Temple as more bricks fell off. Suddenly the temple was on fire, a vision of the future or the past? His eyes widen, all he could see were tons of padawan's dying in the flames. The temple came down, or half of it. He happened to glance in the distance as he saw what looked like to be a warrior running from the temple and into the field in the direction of the storm. The vision faded away... Was this a sign that the war had ended, or that the end is the beginning...? "Impressive. Most impressive. Obi-Wan has taught you well. You have controlled your fear. Now, release your anger. Only your hatred can destroy me." The storm was more closer than before, Jerik laid on the grass in the open field and closed his eyes just for a moment. Thunder echoed across the land, but this thunder roar was more deep, much more deeper than any drum. His eyes shot open. He stood up unaware of the unknown figure standing behind him. He turned around and ignited his lightsaber. He stared at the unknown dark figure but no name could come to his mind. A vision of the future, or a vision of his past? "You are unwise to lower your defenses!" The voice was much deeper than he remembered hearing in the helmet he picked up before. He walked near the dark hooded figure but right when he was in front of him, the figure, disappeared. Jerik blinked his eyes a few times making sure what he just saw was real, but he didn't see anything else, only the storm which came closer and closer.. Behind him the same dark hooded figure stood. The figure was dressed in complete black and had a remote controlled operator on his chest that had a few buttons. Jerik turned around and held his lightsaber near him ready for any oncoming strikes. The dark cloaked figure seemed male, it's body shape was big, it's helmet, that helmet, the same helmet Jerik picked up before! Seeing this figure face to face for the first time was unbelievable! The dark cloaked man rose his hand up and released tons of pulsating lightning strikes at Jerik. He was wise enough to block the strikes but he was still foolish to let down his own guard. The lightning would not stop, it kept coming and coming, more powerful more stronger until it knocked his lightsaber out of his hands. Jerik fell to the ground while the cloaked man stood above him. "You should not have come back!" The voice, much more deeper this time but it was only a matter of time.. The cloaked man lowered both his hands down and released thousands of bolts of electricity at the young Jedi. He screamed in agony, pain, all he could do was suffer... He tried griping the Force but nothing would help him. The lightning stopped, thunder echoed more closely, then a flash of red light ignited near him. Jerik looked up to see the color of a red crystal light lightsaber above him aimed for his neck. The cloaked figure released his swing and took his final strike. "NO!"-- His eyes shot open, he stood up and ignited his lightsaber, the clear blue light ignited his way through the open field as he stared at the oncoming storm. Thunder echoed through the skies, dried lightning cracked across the sky, but it wasn't enough.. Jerik turned around to see what was still left of the Jedi temple. Nothing stood still, everything fell to the ground. The thunder roared more viscously, he turned gazing up at the storm which lured closer. Out of the clouds appeared a faint nose of a ship that dove in and out in a matter of seconds. The storm wasn't no storm, it was just a malfunctioning ship waiting to explode, he thought. Many thoughts ran through his head but seeing the nose of a ship appearing and disappearing in the clouds was all that he could focus on. Behind him, the same cloaked figure appeared and without any hesitation, took his strike. All Jerik could see was the sky and himself laying in the grass field... Storms coming he thought, and this wasn't any ordinary storm...