The blood rushed through my head when heard my mother scream. It was a horrible shriek, which echoed in the small hut that encased us. The twisted cry bounced back off the small mud walls to haunt me. She herself was a terrible silhouette of her former self. She was in so much pain. There were hand prints covering her frail body, signs of her captor. She wasn't anything anymore; he had taken her identity from her, made her nothing more than his object of pleasure. Her face was twisted in black pain, but in some ways it was scared, but not a fear for herself, a fear for me; a fear that always grew even since my childhood. She feared that I would avenge her later after her death, to bring pain on those who had caused her pain. Unfortunately, that fear was about to come true. Then the anger she feared shot threw me like a bullet. I drew my light saber to attack; I was soon to be transformed into the most feared villain in the galaxy…
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