Prologue

"Nickole Starfall. Congratulations, you have been selected to continue your training. Your new master shall be, Zaimur Vaal!"

Twelve year old Nickole lifted her head and glanced at her new master. He nodded at her, and she smiled. She had been waiting for this day for three years, the day she would be chosen to become a padawan, and learn the ways of the Jedi. She walked over to her new master, and gave him a shy nod. He said "Hello Nickole."

"Nick," she mumbled. "My friends call me Nick, and I would feel honored if you did the same Master."

Master Vaal chuckled. "I would be delighted young one. Now, let's go pack your things and get you ready to leave. We head for Endor in the morning."

Nick smiled at him, and nodded. They walked off into the temple together, and Nick felt ready for just about anything.

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Many light years away, another ceremony took place, though this one wasn't as happy. A thirteen year old Sith apprentice had just battled his way to victory in another duel against a classmate, when a man in a hood appeared at the edge of the arena. "Tanner Krytal," he said. "The Lord's have been watching you, and have decided it is time for you to become an apprentice."

Tanner nodded his head. At thirteen he was too old to become a padawan, by Jedi standards, but not by Sith. He followed the hooded figure to a dark room, where he knelt automatically. "Welcome my pupil," a voice spoke through the blackness. "You have been chosen to serve Darth Saris. Do his bidding, as you would do mine."

"Yes, my lord." Tanner rose, and left the room. He was united with a tall man outside. "Hello apprentice. My name is…"

"Darth Saris. I was told." Tanner interrupted.

Saris grinned slightly. "You have some spirit in you, boy, I'll give you that. But, if you are going to be my apprentice for long, you must learn to keep your mouth shut. Do you understand."

Tanner spoke loudly, and clearly. "Yes sir. I apologize."

Saris' grin widened. "Good. Pack your things, training begins tomorrow at sunrise. Be prepared, it won't be pretty."