A.N. So yes... I made another story when I really should be updating my other stuff. Um... oops? Okay, I got attacked by a rabid plot bunny, and after a quick visit to the hospital, the virus set in. And now, you have this little baby. It's not my fault! Those things are brutal! And the after effects. It's like the worst hangover ever (except I've never been drunk, so I'm just guessing)

Okay, enough rambling from me. Just read it and tell me what you think.

Oh! Can I pose a challenge for you guys? For every review I get, I'll write 400 words. This goes for all my stories. And if any of my readers have a sw fic they update often, I'll agree to post a chapter the same day they post. A chap for a chap. Sound good?

Anyway, enough of that, read on!


Prologue

Darkness and Light
Too different to be friends
Too much chaos to find the ends
Darkness chases off the Light
In return Light brings a fight
Darkness hides all your fears
Where no one can see the tears
Light brings hope and better life
Cutting Darkness with a knife
In the Light, my body you will find
While in Darkness resides my mind

-Beth Ahna


The electric burn of energy and lightning danced across his skin, the smell of its power burned his nostrils, its intoxicating taste lingering on his tongue.

The dark, brooding, engulfing power of shadow and self. It was all had had, all he was, and all he needed,

It swirled about him, flaring and waining as he grasped its power. He held it tight, for the dark was wild and fought, much like him. They were kindred spirits, the dark and he. The violence and chaos they wrought together was a love song. The dark was all he needed. The dark was his only friend.

Crackling energy teased his fingers. A smile twisted his handsome features. It was not handsome. It was the twisted grin of a krayt dragon, a serpent with a stolen soul.

A flick. That was all it took for the man's insides to burst.

His smile grew.

He felt the man's heart explode within his chest, his lungs pressurize and rupture, his every bone to crack and shatter. With a sinking crush his life was gone, a sacrifice to the dark.

His smile only grows. Gently closed lids flutter open to reveal startling blue eyes. His eyes are cold and electric, like the lightning that pulsed in his veins. They are sharp and cruel, lacking in all compassion. White and blue and gold. Angry gashes of amber cross his iris, shimmering yellow of molten treasure bleeds into its emotionless depths.

They are eyes of wisdom and hate and infinite power, the eyes of death.

They are the eyes of Anakin Skywalker...

...The eyes of a Dragon...


She takes a deep breath. Air in, air out. Calm. Collected. Focused. Eyes closed in concentration.

Carefully she tucks all her emotions away, releasing them into the ever moving body of the Force.

Breath in, breath out.

Her hands tense around the metal handle of her blade, her fingers tracing each contour, her flesh melding perfectly with it.

Breath in, breath out.

Her hair is braided loosely behind her head, its rush chocolate waves tumbling free in one or two places.

Breath in, breath out.

Her stance is loose, her body fluid and ready to fight. Her muscles tense and relax. Her chest rises and falls with each deep breath.

Breath in, breath out.

Her eyelids flutter open, revealing brilliant eyes full of life. Her eyes are the colour of evergreen wood and chocolate and all things good in the world. They are full of life and protection and want. Small swirls of hazel and green glimmer between the oak skin brown.

They are the eyes of wisdom and healing and growing power, the eyes of life.

They are the eyes of Padmé Naberrie...

...The eyes of an Angel...