After a long fight, Qui Gon Jin was dead. Darth Maul stabbed his light saber through the Jedi's abdomen. Darth Maul was also killed moments later, split in two by none other than Obi-Wan Kinobi. Anikin was taken under the wing of Obi-Wan, and became his young apprentice. Thought to be rid of the Sith, Darth Maul forever. But unknown to the Jedi, Darth Maul's offspring still lived. She was small, and weak, but possessed the power to become the most powerful Sith Lord in the Universe. Revenge is in her grasp...
Chapter 1 Auntie Za
Risika stared at her dead father. It brought tears to her eyes. She
wasn't used to seeing her dad, Darth Maul, a powerful Sith, in such a
low position. She felt tears pour from her eyes. No use in holding
them back. How many 4-year-old girls could hold tears back while
looking straight at the most important being in her life, severed into
two pieces. She closed her eyes as the fat man lit her father on fire.
Her silent tears soon turned into wailing sobs. She was the only
person crying. She was almost the only person there. She never knew
her mother. She didn't even know if she really had a mother. Risika
could have been adopted. All she knew was her father was the only one
who understood her, and she didn't know life without him.
Risika felt a clammy hand on her shoulder. She turned around and saw a
tall skinny woman with metallic blue skin, thick strands of hair that
looked to be made of the same material as her flesh twirled up into a
bun, and a long black dress that was fitted tight and drug on the
floor. Her eyes were large and black, her nose was small and pointed,
and her lips were small and silver. She had long fingers, three on
each hand.
"Come with me my child. Your father requested that when he died you
would be in my care." Risika followed the woman, know care once so
ever if this woman was lying. What did she have left to loose. They
climbed into a little pod and the lady said something to the pilot,
and the tiny jet lifted into the air and sped in a straight direction.
"Your so quiet. You haven't said a word at all. Do you not speak?"
Risika just looked up and nodded softly. She hadn't said a word since
her father was found assassinated. "Well if you wont talk to me, I
guess I could at least tell you my name. I am Skitarrza. You can call
me Auntie Za." Za smiled at Risika, but the small girl just turned her
head away and looked out the window.
The pod lowered on a platform near a large mansion. Forests and a
swamp surrounded the mansion. "This is my palace. It is called the
Meerlork Castle. Follow me." The pilot opened the glass roof of the
pod and took Za's hand, helping her out of the vehicle. He put his
hand out for Risika, but she silently stood, pushed his hand away, and
hopped out of the pod herself.
Inside the palace, Risika and Za walked down a long hallway. Risika
followed Za, hanging her head sadly. "You are in my care now. You
speak when spoken to. You eat when told to do so. You sleep when sent
to bed. You leave your room when given permission. You do not scream.
You do not argue. You do not laugh, play, cry, or even so much as
sigh. The rules of my home are strict, and if you break them, I break
you. Do you understand Risika?"
Risika nodded. "Good. Now get in there and don't you dare leave until
I call for you. There are clothes for you to change into, and I trust
you will be comfortable in your bed. Dinner will be served around
8:00pm. You may sleep until then if you wish." Za pushed Risika
through a double door entrance and locked the doors before Risika
could run back out. She looked around the large room. It was so rich
and tasteful. It was filled with velvet and satin. She had a king
sized canopy bed. It was all so perfect. She had never seen such
treasures before, but she would much rather have her father.
She saw a large mahogany trunk at the foot of the bed. She walked over
to it and lifted the lid. It had some of her belongings in it. Books
that her father bought her, a teddy bear from her father, and his
light saber. It was sliced in half, but it would still work. It could
be welded back together and improved. But not now, when she grows
older.
She pulled the brown bear out of the trunk and closed it. Risika lay
down on the comfortable mattress, and cuddled her bear. She felt
streams of tears slide down her face. "Why daddy? Why did you have to
leave me? It's not fair. What did I do wrong. I didn't mean to throw
tantrums and not drink my milk, but I would have if I knew this would
happen. I'm sorry daddy. Come back. Daddy." She glanced over at the
mirror on a large wooden vanity. She stared at her reflection. She
looked at her long bright orange hair, amber eyes, pale skin. Nothing
resembled her father, except her eyes.
Risika pushed her face into her pillow. She sobbed silently, in fear
that Za would hear her. Her cries began to settle. Her heartbeat
slowed. Her breathing became normal. The tears stopped falling. She
fell asleep, and rolled over, pulling the blankets onto her and her
bear. She was warm and cozy, unlike in her old bed. The old mattress
was thin, gimpy, springy, and chilly.
3 years later...
"RISIKA!!! GET UP!" Risika sat up and rubbed her eyes. She yawned, and
stretched her arms. "Did you not hear the alarm? It went off 15minutes
ago!"
"I didn't hear anything."
"Well you should know not to sleep in. Get out of bed!" Za grabbed
Risika's arm and jerked her out of bed, sending the small girl
crashing on the floor. "By the way, don't you remember...ALWAYS ADRESS
ME AS MAM? You do not just say, I didn't hear anything. You say
either, I didn't hear anything mam, or I didn't hear anything Auntie
Za. Be polite child. You act as if you were raised in a zoo!"
"Sorry mam." Risika meekly said, hanging her head in shame.
"Now get dressed. I'll send someone to get you when breakfast has been
served." Za walked out of the room, slamming the doors behind her.
Risika stood up.
"Why is she always so mean to me?" she whispered to herself. Risika
finally started talking to Za a week after living with her. Za
threatened to rip the teddy bear's head off.
Sometime later Risika realized she had an interest in swordsmanship.
She wanted to ask Auntie Za, but was too afraid. The now 9-year-old
girl gained up her courage and went to the study, where Za was
reading, relaxed in a large soft chair, warmed by a large fire in the
fireplace. Risika calmly approached the alien, though inside child was
stampeding with fear. She put her hands on the desk, which was in
front of Za.
"A-a-aun-nntie Za. I was wondering if maybe I could sign up for
lessons in a light saber class or something like that. I want to be
like my father."
Za looked up from her book. She removed the glasses from her face,
calmly stood up, and looked Risika in the eyes. Za swung her hand back
and slapped Risika across the face, knocking her to the floor. Risika
looked up, trying to hold in the tears, fearful that she might be
slapped again.
"You speak when spoken to." Za turned, threw her book on the desk, and
walked out of the room. Risika climbed to her feet, using the desk to
support her. Her brain was rattled. Her cheek burned. She massaged it,
trying to relieve some of the pain.
2 years later...
Risika sat at Auntie Za's bedside. The old woman had fallen deathly
ill. It was a disease unknown to scientists. They were still trying to
find if it was contagious or harmless to others. Risika didn't care.
She would stay by her aunt's side. "Risika, I'm sorry I was so strict.
I should have let you take the lessons."
"No mam, I was foolish to ask."
"Nonsense. You are so much like your father was. I raised him too. I
was his guardian until Darth Sidious took him away. He was a wild boy,
but I taught him discipline." Za let out a cry of pain. "My time is
Drawing near."
"When you die, where will I go Auntie Za?"
"You will live with Darth Sidious. He will raise you like he did your
father."
"But he frightens me. I don't want him to be my master."
"He is a good teacher. He is less strict in certain ways than I." Za
reached over to a small nightstand and clutched her hand around a
small jewelry box. She opened it and pulled a necklace out. The
necklace was a silver chain with a crystal butterfly on it. The
butterfly was purple with blue flames scorching off of it.
"This is charm contains your father's soul. He will now always be with
you. This will give you 5 lives. 5 chances to fix mistakes."
"I hardly believe in that superstition stuff Auntie."
"Suit yourself." She smiled faintly. She took deep breaths. Her eyes
rolled back. "Goodbye my dear."
"So soon? No, you can't die yet. I don't want to go with that awful
man. He's so mean. Auntie Za? Wake up. Wake up!" she felt tears pour
out of her eyes. She didn't know why. She never actually liked the
woman. Za was so strict. Risika suddenly heard a heartbeat. She felt
the vibration of it, reverberating in the large room. It was behind
her. Soft, relaxed, yet strong. She turned around and saw a tall man
in a black cloak. Only his chin and mouth was visible. The hood
shadowed the rest of his face.
"Did you sense my presence?" the man asked.
"No, I heard your heartbeat."
"Ah, good ears. Like your father."
"Are you my father's master?" Risika asked in a quiet meek voice.
"I was, now I am yours. Gather your belongings, but only bring what
you need. We need to leave now. Hurry, I have little patience."
"Yes master." Risika stood to her feet and walked past the man. She
went to her room and put some clothes out of her dresser into a bag,
then she put her fathers light saber and the teddy bear in it. She put
the necklace around her neck, pulled a cloak from the closet, draped
around her shoulders, and went back to the man. "I am ready to leave
master."
"Good. Follow me."
Chapter 1 Auntie Za
Risika stared at her dead father. It brought tears to her eyes. She
wasn't used to seeing her dad, Darth Maul, a powerful Sith, in such a
low position. She felt tears pour from her eyes. No use in holding
them back. How many 4-year-old girls could hold tears back while
looking straight at the most important being in her life, severed into
two pieces. She closed her eyes as the fat man lit her father on fire.
Her silent tears soon turned into wailing sobs. She was the only
person crying. She was almost the only person there. She never knew
her mother. She didn't even know if she really had a mother. Risika
could have been adopted. All she knew was her father was the only one
who understood her, and she didn't know life without him.
Risika felt a clammy hand on her shoulder. She turned around and saw a
tall skinny woman with metallic blue skin, thick strands of hair that
looked to be made of the same material as her flesh twirled up into a
bun, and a long black dress that was fitted tight and drug on the
floor. Her eyes were large and black, her nose was small and pointed,
and her lips were small and silver. She had long fingers, three on
each hand.
"Come with me my child. Your father requested that when he died you
would be in my care." Risika followed the woman, know care once so
ever if this woman was lying. What did she have left to loose. They
climbed into a little pod and the lady said something to the pilot,
and the tiny jet lifted into the air and sped in a straight direction.
"Your so quiet. You haven't said a word at all. Do you not speak?"
Risika just looked up and nodded softly. She hadn't said a word since
her father was found assassinated. "Well if you wont talk to me, I
guess I could at least tell you my name. I am Skitarrza. You can call
me Auntie Za." Za smiled at Risika, but the small girl just turned her
head away and looked out the window.
The pod lowered on a platform near a large mansion. Forests and a
swamp surrounded the mansion. "This is my palace. It is called the
Meerlork Castle. Follow me." The pilot opened the glass roof of the
pod and took Za's hand, helping her out of the vehicle. He put his
hand out for Risika, but she silently stood, pushed his hand away, and
hopped out of the pod herself.
Inside the palace, Risika and Za walked down a long hallway. Risika
followed Za, hanging her head sadly. "You are in my care now. You
speak when spoken to. You eat when told to do so. You sleep when sent
to bed. You leave your room when given permission. You do not scream.
You do not argue. You do not laugh, play, cry, or even so much as
sigh. The rules of my home are strict, and if you break them, I break
you. Do you understand Risika?"
Risika nodded. "Good. Now get in there and don't you dare leave until
I call for you. There are clothes for you to change into, and I trust
you will be comfortable in your bed. Dinner will be served around
8:00pm. You may sleep until then if you wish." Za pushed Risika
through a double door entrance and locked the doors before Risika
could run back out. She looked around the large room. It was so rich
and tasteful. It was filled with velvet and satin. She had a king
sized canopy bed. It was all so perfect. She had never seen such
treasures before, but she would much rather have her father.
She saw a large mahogany trunk at the foot of the bed. She walked over
to it and lifted the lid. It had some of her belongings in it. Books
that her father bought her, a teddy bear from her father, and his
light saber. It was sliced in half, but it would still work. It could
be welded back together and improved. But not now, when she grows
older.
She pulled the brown bear out of the trunk and closed it. Risika lay
down on the comfortable mattress, and cuddled her bear. She felt
streams of tears slide down her face. "Why daddy? Why did you have to
leave me? It's not fair. What did I do wrong. I didn't mean to throw
tantrums and not drink my milk, but I would have if I knew this would
happen. I'm sorry daddy. Come back. Daddy." She glanced over at the
mirror on a large wooden vanity. She stared at her reflection. She
looked at her long bright orange hair, amber eyes, pale skin. Nothing
resembled her father, except her eyes.
Risika pushed her face into her pillow. She sobbed silently, in fear
that Za would hear her. Her cries began to settle. Her heartbeat
slowed. Her breathing became normal. The tears stopped falling. She
fell asleep, and rolled over, pulling the blankets onto her and her
bear. She was warm and cozy, unlike in her old bed. The old mattress
was thin, gimpy, springy, and chilly.
3 years later...
"RISIKA!!! GET UP!" Risika sat up and rubbed her eyes. She yawned, and
stretched her arms. "Did you not hear the alarm? It went off 15minutes
ago!"
"I didn't hear anything."
"Well you should know not to sleep in. Get out of bed!" Za grabbed
Risika's arm and jerked her out of bed, sending the small girl
crashing on the floor. "By the way, don't you remember...ALWAYS ADRESS
ME AS MAM? You do not just say, I didn't hear anything. You say
either, I didn't hear anything mam, or I didn't hear anything Auntie
Za. Be polite child. You act as if you were raised in a zoo!"
"Sorry mam." Risika meekly said, hanging her head in shame.
"Now get dressed. I'll send someone to get you when breakfast has been
served." Za walked out of the room, slamming the doors behind her.
Risika stood up.
"Why is she always so mean to me?" she whispered to herself. Risika
finally started talking to Za a week after living with her. Za
threatened to rip the teddy bear's head off.
Sometime later Risika realized she had an interest in swordsmanship.
She wanted to ask Auntie Za, but was too afraid. The now 9-year-old
girl gained up her courage and went to the study, where Za was
reading, relaxed in a large soft chair, warmed by a large fire in the
fireplace. Risika calmly approached the alien, though inside child was
stampeding with fear. She put her hands on the desk, which was in
front of Za.
"A-a-aun-nntie Za. I was wondering if maybe I could sign up for
lessons in a light saber class or something like that. I want to be
like my father."
Za looked up from her book. She removed the glasses from her face,
calmly stood up, and looked Risika in the eyes. Za swung her hand back
and slapped Risika across the face, knocking her to the floor. Risika
looked up, trying to hold in the tears, fearful that she might be
slapped again.
"You speak when spoken to." Za turned, threw her book on the desk, and
walked out of the room. Risika climbed to her feet, using the desk to
support her. Her brain was rattled. Her cheek burned. She massaged it,
trying to relieve some of the pain.
2 years later...
Risika sat at Auntie Za's bedside. The old woman had fallen deathly
ill. It was a disease unknown to scientists. They were still trying to
find if it was contagious or harmless to others. Risika didn't care.
She would stay by her aunt's side. "Risika, I'm sorry I was so strict.
I should have let you take the lessons."
"No mam, I was foolish to ask."
"Nonsense. You are so much like your father was. I raised him too. I
was his guardian until Darth Sidious took him away. He was a wild boy,
but I taught him discipline." Za let out a cry of pain. "My time is
Drawing near."
"When you die, where will I go Auntie Za?"
"You will live with Darth Sidious. He will raise you like he did your
father."
"But he frightens me. I don't want him to be my master."
"He is a good teacher. He is less strict in certain ways than I." Za
reached over to a small nightstand and clutched her hand around a
small jewelry box. She opened it and pulled a necklace out. The
necklace was a silver chain with a crystal butterfly on it. The
butterfly was purple with blue flames scorching off of it.
"This is charm contains your father's soul. He will now always be with
you. This will give you 5 lives. 5 chances to fix mistakes."
"I hardly believe in that superstition stuff Auntie."
"Suit yourself." She smiled faintly. She took deep breaths. Her eyes
rolled back. "Goodbye my dear."
"So soon? No, you can't die yet. I don't want to go with that awful
man. He's so mean. Auntie Za? Wake up. Wake up!" she felt tears pour
out of her eyes. She didn't know why. She never actually liked the
woman. Za was so strict. Risika suddenly heard a heartbeat. She felt
the vibration of it, reverberating in the large room. It was behind
her. Soft, relaxed, yet strong. She turned around and saw a tall man
in a black cloak. Only his chin and mouth was visible. The hood
shadowed the rest of his face.
"Did you sense my presence?" the man asked.
"No, I heard your heartbeat."
"Ah, good ears. Like your father."
"Are you my father's master?" Risika asked in a quiet meek voice.
"I was, now I am yours. Gather your belongings, but only bring what
you need. We need to leave now. Hurry, I have little patience."
"Yes master." Risika stood to her feet and walked past the man. She
went to her room and put some clothes out of her dresser into a bag,
then she put her fathers light saber and the teddy bear in it. She put
the necklace around her neck, pulled a cloak from the closet, draped
around her shoulders, and went back to the man. "I am ready to leave
master."
"Good. Follow me."