Night spreads across the sky, awakening the stars and moon from their slumber to begin the parade of luminescence in the shrouding darkness. Glimmering shimmers of their merrymaking cascade down to embrace the Night-Walkers, as the daring group traverses the dangerous ensnare of the ebony camouflage littered with the fearsome sadism of living beings. Jedi and Dark Jedi, scarier than the beasts of the black abyss, control society through the talents of their special powers. Light saber and the force, largely specify numerous aspects of their abilities.
Even so, sometimes the most fearsome element is the unknown knowledge about the extent of their skills. For instance. The Lords of the Sith and their many secrets. And the highest alarm comes from two particular Lords Sith. Darth Traya and Darth Revan. Their relationship, their interference, isn't something anyone thought could happen. Furthermore, some memories and specific emotions cannot be forgotten no matter what strife has to endure.
Darth Revan...
He was a mythical creature like a black unicorn or a silver dragon because he could not be understood. Because he was not human like other people (he was too beautiful to be human). Because he was a legend that would never die.
Darth Traya...or Kreia...
She was like the moon, surrounded by darkness. She has grown cold, but with good reason. Her subjects are not humans, no matter that they live half of their lives within her realm. They fear her coming, making signs and charms as to keep from attracting her attention. No, her true subjects are the stars and the planets. They are the ones she manipulates for her own amusement, forming portents and prophecies that her subjects are forced to align themselves against, their Fate threads in her fist.
So different, yet so alike. Master and student, yet equals.
She was known to have been his former mentor, He who was the prodigal Jedi who turned to the Dark Side and led a new Sith Empire against the galactic Republic in the Jedi Civil War.
Somehow, she couldn't believe that Revan had fall to the dark side because if she did, she would surely fall into insanity.
She followed his footsteps, searching for any answer that could end this nightmare in which she was beginning to fall.
Her journey ended on the world of Malachor V, Even thought she hated this place since the first time and learned later that it was still a necessary thing to be done. This place was empty like a hollow, a nexus of dark side energies and part of the ancient Sith empire.
At Trayus Academy she learned of a forgotten legacy of the Sith that had lurked in the unknown regions for thousands of years. From that moment, she firmly believed that Revan had never "fallen" to the Dark Side for power but to save the Republic.
Knowing that, She couldn't stop crying tears of relief.
It wasn't her teaching that led Revan to the Dark Side.
It wasn't her fault.
He wasn't the monster, the evil Lord of the Sith who everyone believed he was.
No matter how weak the light or how strong the darkness was, she didn't care about one or the other.
And she was proud to have been called once, Revan's master.
END
"Just so I could be a little closer and know the real you."