Slave of Mine

Authors Note: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated any of my stories at all in like years but I've hit major writer's block with all of them and I'm not going to be doing anything with the Draco Malfoy story. Sorry for those of you who liked it…. If anyone wants to continue that story you can just give me credit for starting it please. Ok so this story is set at the beginning of RoTS but there is a major twist and Anakin and Padme never got married at the beginning of the clone wars, they felt that it would destroy them if they did. So without revealing anymore… let us begin! (BTW this is rated M due to violence and gore and some sexual-ish content later one!)


Chapter 1: Rise of the Sith, Fall of the Jedi

The scene was chaotic. The halls of the Jedi Temple were like rivers of blood. The blood of fallen Jedi… The only light that could be seen was from the glow of the many red lightsabers and the few blue and green ones…. The younglings were cowering in corners but were left unharmed. Crying and staring in fear at their masters' slain forms. We Sith had taken over. No one saw us coming. But we tore through the temple unseen in a flash of red and black. The Jedi were taken down swiftly and without mercy. Even the Chosen One was unable to defeat our might. All the remaining Jedi that were left alive were enslaved….including Skywalker.

My name is Aeragar…just Aeragar. No Darth, no Lady. Just Aeragar. My master was murdered by a Jedi seven years ago when I was 13 years of age. Mordred was his name. He was strong and powerful but he couldn't even see the Jedi coming. I had only been his apprentice for 7 years at the time and so I couldn't save him…. I found out later that that same Jedi murdered Mordred's wife Lara in her sleep leaving their infant son Christopher orphaned and alone. I took Christopher under my care and now he was my apprentice, but I left him behind on the ship so he couldn't see the carnage. It killed me to see the looks on those younglings' faces. A look I knew all too well. A look I had when my master died. Sorrow, fear, grief, and anger. But they'll get over it. I did. So why couldn't they? They were Jedi after all. Unfeeling, cold, unattached monsters. It felt good to spill the blood of the Jedi Knights and Masters. But I couldn't hurt younglings… If I did then I'd be just as monstrous as the Jedi themselves. I was always raised to believe that the Jedi were evil and that was why The Rule of Two existed and why most of us Sith were in hiding.

But I stood there my saber raised but I was unable to strike down the Jedi before me…because I knew that I came from him…. As a youngling I was told a story that we all were told. A supposed fairytale called The Dark Lady and her Green Knight. And before me now to my disbelief… was the Green Knight…. The now Grand Master of the Jedi Order and my ancestor….Yoda. Almost a millennia ago my ancestor Warrana the Black, the Dark Lady of the story was mated to a Jedi Knight named Yoda. She became pregnant with his child and then everything changed. Carter, the Grand Master of the Jedi Order at the time felt that this was a threat and when Yoda would not be convinced to have Warrana abort the child, he sent out a group of Jedi to kill Warrana and her unborn child. Yoda helped Warrana to escape and so she was able to flee and live in hiding… without her mate. After she gave birth she changed. They say she fell hard into the darkest depths of the Dark side of the Force and that is why she was labeled as Warrana the Black. She went crazy and slaughtered many Sith until she was locked away to sleep for eternity. But enough about ancient history. As I said before, all I could do was stare at the small green alien in front of me. I couldn't bring myself to harm him. So I restrained him in Force canceling handcuffs and led him out of the temple to our ship Big Bertha. I could see the other Jedi in chains being dragged onto the ship, many of them struggling… especially Skywalker. I don't know why I was so interested in him but I was because I was told he was much more powerful than this. I could only smirk to myself knowing that we had won. Well that was what I believed.

One thing I forgot to mention was that I was the silent Grand Master of the Sith. Silent because I was not exactly recognized as such by the Council but I was at least given a seat and was at least given the title of head field officer. And as the last of the younglings were loaded onto my fleet's ship we departed for home, the planet known to most as a tomb for Sith, a place of pure evil. Korriban.


Authors Note: I hope you all liked this chapter. It's a lot darker than more usual stuff but I'm sure I will have a much better time with this story than my others or so I hope.