[Again, I'm like, forever sorry I'm not writing Insidious! I truly am trying, but trying to balance Writer's block, Grade 9, the struggles of being a teen and all the drama? How does one write in that? And plus, a bunch of OTHER stories making their way into my head while I'm tryna sleep, It's just hard. So, I hope this will sate you for a day or so, Sorry again! But please, for now, Enjoy this sneak peek of an upcoming story! It's a SWR story, but I'll try not to give too much away... ]

-Feral

The wind was cold, biting the teen's face as he urged the bike faster.

Roan knew that the empire could be on him in a second, and he hated being out in the open again.

But... nevertheless, being back on Lothal felt good. He barely remembered the planet, didn't remember his family. If he still had any he knew they were long gone now.

His thought were shattered as the pain in his head, which had been acting like a compass, exploded like a stun grenade.

The bike wobbled as he tried to open his eyes, and tilted, throwing him off. The teen rolled four times, and hit something.

With tears in his eyes, he got up, and felt around for a second before the pain faded.

Roan now stood directly in front of...an old com tower?

How he didn't see the thing before was crazy, but weirder things had happened to him over the last few days.

Walking around it once, he found a door, almost hidden. Through that, and there was a lift, going to the top of the tower.

He was nearly at the top before he realized what he was doing. By then it was too late, and the doors opened to a balcony high above the plains. In fact, he could see the city from here.

And there was warmth. Warmth everywhere, coupled with dormant memories...

It was dizzying, it hurt his head.

So much so, that he didn't notice the nearly silent footsteps, until their owner spoke:

"It's stong, isn't it?" The voice was low, and smooth. Confident.

Roan spun around. He was surprised and wary, yet curious. He didn't get a chance to say anything before the figure spoke again.

"The pull to the light. I know, I've felt it, but when I show you what you can be, what you can do, I'm sure you'll find the darkness irresistible."
The teen had a faint idea of what they were talking about, but couldn't stop the question.

"Who are you?"

The figure stepped forward slightly, reaching back and pulling a Lightsaber into view.

The blade was a bright, angry red.

"I am the Inquisitor, and I've been searching for you for some time.. "