The lonely expanse lay before Xin-Ton as he looked out beyond the horizon at the sun. High cliffs, rocky plains, and the dirt path several hundred feet below him, he sat down, legs crossed. The sun beat down hot upon him, bothering him subtly. He looked back for his master, but she wasn't there. Not knowing what else to do until she arrived, he closed his eyes.
Most Jedi felt warmth as they were meditating, as if a hot spring were near. Xin-Ton instead felt a cool breeze, washing over him like a mist after a steady rain. He enjoyed the misty feeling, letting it take him to serenity.
Then the visions came. Sometimes this happened to him while meditating, and they were never good. It started out with his master walking somewhere similar to where he was now. Her form was beautiful, cocoa brown hair flowing gently in the wind. He'd always been secretly in love with his master, but thought it unofficial so he never said anything.
He felt cold. Then dark. After that, she looked to the side. It was clear she felt the same disturbance he did, the glint in her dark blue eyes calling out with despair. A red light tinted her face, and her look of despair quickly changed to a look of fear.
Xin-Ton's eyes bolted open and he rushed to find her. Wrapping himself around tight pillars of rock, jumping from short cliffs, and finally arriving to her. But by the time he'd come, he was too late. Her body lie on the ground, a clear puncture wound right through her chest.
He wouldn't cry, he told himself. But he would take vengeance. He would find whoever did this and make sure they would pay.
Meanwhile...
Sorath grunted loudly, peeling himself off of the ground. He stared at the hooded man he once called a great Jedi, the betrayal cutting like a knife. His blue lightsaber was a mockery of his true intentions.
He turned around, Anakin standing before him, yellow eyes a mark of his new self. The dead bodies of the other younglings surrounded the two of him. Sorath extended his lightsaber and swung towards the man who now called himself Vader.
The blue and green sabers collided with each other, clashing and creating a display in the dim room. Vader countered Sorath, swiftly kicking him towards the glass. He sliced off his hand, shattering the window in the process. Vader force pushed him out of the window, then turned away and walked out of the room.