A she sat in the dirt, focusing intently on a couple of stones. Her face scrunched up, and she attempted to strain. After several minutes of this, she got irritated. She let out a shriek of frustration and threw her hands up in the air. The rocks leapt up with her hands, she stopped, stunned. The rocks fell. A smirk made its way across her face. Focusing on her frustration about the rocks not moving, she moved her hands up again. The rocks followed suit, levitating, about at her eye level. "Look mommy, look," the pleased child shouted. "Look at what I can do!" The child grinned proudly over her shoulder at her mother. "I'm going to be a sith some day mommy! Just like Auntie!" Her mother dropped the basket of cleaned laundry she'd just finished gathering. A look of terror flooded her eyes as she looked at her child. The look spread across her face when she saw the rocks hovering.

"Stop that! Right now! Sith are monsters, Zaryla." She yelled. Zaryla dropped the rocks, she could feel her mother's anger. "The sith are horrid."

"But momma! There are good sith, I'm sure of it! And if not, I can be a good sith!" Zarlya whined. "What about our ancestors? Were they all horrid?" She pouted. Her mother shook her head. She was shaking.

"They're dead. Zaryla. And we left. You're never going to be a sith. Don't do that ever again."

Zaryla jolted forward in her bed with a snarl. Just dreaming. Again. She shook her head. She'd had that same memory as a reoccurring dream ever since she'd become Lord Baras's apprentice. She sat cross-legged, stretching out her arms and neck while she closed her eyes and quelled her anger. She smirked inwardly to herself. Mother would be so disappointed in me, but she's the one who threw me onto this path.