The thoughts of losing Ashoka today, Maul's unexpected betrayal, the sorrow of my friends, the fear and the anger i felt towards Darth Vader. It kept building, growing like a raging cold fire, filling my soul, tainting my force, there was no discipline here only a burning fire that wanted to rage on.
The holocron. The sith holocron rested in my palm , its pyramid shaped casing that held a glowing red sphere within it. My eyes were closed the entire time, the only thung i saw was darkness, a starless night that never ended.
If i hadn't gone with maul if i hadn't listened to him maybe Ashoka would still be here, maybe the inquisitors wouldn't have let Vader know we were there, maybe Kenan would still be able to see and maybe i wouldn't have this holocron. I feel it calling to me , asking me to open it, that all its secrets would be mine.
I wanted to destroy the sith, but now i want something else, something that being a Jedi does not allow. Now it feels like i must make a choice between good and evil, between what seems right and what is right, between Jedi or sith. As the holocron lifted in my hand I knew i made my choice, I opened my eyes and the holocron opened to me.