AN: This is a story written by me and a friend.
Her parts will be marked with a ~FH~, and mine will be marked with a ~MC~. Parts that are written by both of us will be marked with a ~FD~.
Happy Reading!
Prologue
~FH~
A dark figure stood in the shadowy room. She stared out the window, taking in the desolate planet. Another being entered, a wolf-like Bothan called Sei-Ree. "Lady Apocalypsia, your apprentice has returned." He barked.
A girl, not much younger than Apocalypsia, stepped in. Her long, black hair flowed down her back, her dark eyes hard. "Master." She said quietly. "Ah, Rayven. Your mission went well?" Apocalypsia questioned. Rayven nodded. "Lilia is dead."
Lilia was a powerful Jedi Master; Apocalypsia's sister. Apocalypsia smiled cruelly. "Good. You did well, Rayven. Soon, perhaps, you will strike me down and claim the title as Dark Lady of the Sith. But I doubt it." She laughed icily. Her apprentice glared at her. "I let you live because you have more to teach me."
"No, I'm alive because you're simply too weak. But you have the passion to become a great Sith. You have anger, fear, hate, ambition. The weapons of the dark side." Apocalypsia corrected. Rayven gritted her teeth angrily. Sei-Ree watched them silently. Apocalypsia glared at her apprentice. She will learn respect, or else.