The dark would never listen. It was enveloping me, binding me into a cocoon. Would I ever see light again, see anything but black? My lightsaber wasn't giving off any light. I was in a desperate situation. I held up the prisim. Using it, I would be able to see colors once more. It was my last out of three uses. Using the last one would have a terrible price. I was not specified by the giver. I set it on the ground. "O prisim, please, my life is fading! Bring light beforth to me! I must see your illuminating colors once more!" The echo of my voice reverberated across the darkness, richoeting across the ravine, up and further. Then the innocent glass pyramid glowed, at first dim, then brighter, lighting up the room with an spectacular array of colors, chasing off all thoughts of negative emotions, fears and worries. The prisim dissolved, leaving me stranded in a dark crack. It had left a white imprint on my palms, glowing like light itself. Then it started to snake down my arms, maming me mesmerized. Then the light turned a black so black, that you could distinguish it between the darkness. Now I started to fear. What was the price? Was it taking effect? I felt a horrible, sharp pain everywhere on my body. I heard bones break. I felt no organs in my body. My hands were sharp, sinister claws glinting in the moonlight. I was levitating. And I wanted to have light. To have light. My lightsaber rattled. Two large crystals came out and impaled my hands. I was someone else. Or something else.