Prologue: An Observation:


Derriphan, a Sith Pureblood and powerful apprentice, looked on as Danny Desai and his friends saw what he had done. He felt their shock and terror… And pain.

Smiling, he reveled in these feelings, as they added to his power. Knowing that the Desai boy had done exactly what he had planned made his life so much easier. He foresaw him coming back. He foresaw his attempt to reintegrate with society.

And he foresaw his ultimate failure.

All this… It was never about him. It was about the blond-haired girl. Jo Masterson. She had an innate power that would awaken with the proper stimuli.

And that would be him.

She housed a power that Derriphan craved. He wanted her as his apprentice: He was interested in what would happen.

Being 12 years old and yet had slaughtered more foes than a Sith Lord three times his age, he was a natural pick for his current master, Darth Dementomous; his master had great plans for the two of them.

Derriphan, however, had other things in mind.

He left the safety of the shadows and called his ride. Stepping on the platform, he looked back.

"5 more years," he said in a somewhat-deep British voice, "5 more years and then I'll be back for you, Jo Masterson.

"I vow it."


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