Prologue
She was shattered
Pieces of her heart, her sanity, her love for me, was shattered by my ignorance. I was stupid, so stupid. I let her die, I turned to the dark side for help, only to be left with a dead wife, and a child I never knew.
I was seduced by the dark side, by it's power, by the passion within me that I couldn't control. It was meant to be me, I was meant to save her, to destroy the Sith, not join them. But the power. Oh the power.
I remember her voice. I remember how she used to sing, how she used to lull me to sleep when I had nightmares of my mother. I remember how she used to say my name, the way her lips used to curve around every syllable as though the word were fitted only for her to say.
I remember. God I remember and it pains me to think about what I did to her every day.
And I hate myself for it.