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Chapter 4 – The Trial
Ragnos, Sahara Desert
As the years passed, the child which had once been known as Harry Potter grew amongst the Lords of the Sith, being raised in the ways of the Sith and the dark side, much like all others of his species. In the beginning, the absence of his parents had been strange, but as he grew they became a distant memory. In the end, all that Harry knew about them was the fact that his mother had abandoned the Sith and that he had a brother. Not that it mattered much to him.
Having been born into the Hord clan, he was part of the Kissai caste, and as such his training had been far more focused on the workings of the dark side of the Force and the philosophy of the Sith. Under the priests, he studied the nature of the dark side and the usage of the ancient Sith sorcery and alchemy. His training in the art of lightsaber combat came from holocrons and from his grand-uncle as well. The actual combat was mostly made against other Sith acolytes and training droids. However, Harry still followed the ancient traditions of the Sith during his training, not restricting himself to the usage of a lightsaber. The young apprentice made use of the old Sith swords, much like his ancestors did. Due to his lineage, and the fact that many saw him as the prophesized Sith who would resurrect the old empire, Harry had gathered a rather impressive number of followers, especially for his age.
But when he was not training, Harry spent most of his time meditating on the dark side at one of the several Sith shrines in Ragnos. A practice which he was currently doing, until he sensed someone approaching him.
"What is it?"
"Lord Gepta calls for you," said the Sith. "He demands your presence outside the Great Temple."
Harry rose from his position, and silently walked past the messenger, quickly heading towards the centre of the city, where the Great Temple was located. Once there, the young Sith searched for the Sith Overlord, whose figure was somewhat hidden near a statue. Having spotted him, Harry approached his grand-uncle.
"My Lord, I have come as you asked."
Harry felt the old man's piercing gaze on him, as if he was looking beyond his body, into something else.
"You have grown strong in the Force. More than anyone of your age normally does," said Gepta. "Yet the mark of the dark side still grows within you. It is time to see if you truly have what it takes to truly join the ranks of the Sith."
Gepta waved his hand, and the doorway to the interior of the temple was opened, allowing Harry to see the darkness within.
"You will enter the temple, and inside you shall search for the tomb of Narmer, our last Dark Lord. If you succeed, all you find within the temple shall belong to you. But I require proof of your success," declared the Sith Overlord. "Within his tomb lies an ancient datapad. Bring it to me, and you shall be made a Sith Lord."
"It shall be done," said Harry, confident of his success.
"I warn you though, many have tried to breach the temple and claim its treasures for themselves. None have returned."
Harry nodded, and began to walk towards the entrance of the temple, staring into its dark depths. And as he entered the corridor, all he heard was the door closing behind him, followed by deathly silence.
Igniting his lightsaber, Harry began to walk forward, seeking any traps that could try to claim his life. But there was nothing, almost as if the temple was empty. But he could feel the potency of the dark side. The very walls were pulsing with its power. He was sure that there was something in the temple, and he could feel himself being watched. He reached the end of the corridor, a closed door being his only obstacle. Using the Force to open it, Harry entered a small chamber.
To his surprise, in the middle of the chamber was a cloaked figure, surrounded by shadows. He could feel the power of the dark side intensifying just by the presence of that…thing. Whatever it was…Harry knew it had immense strength.
"So… you finally arrived," said the apparition, a voice which he recognized.
"Why are you here?" asked Harry. "This is my trial. I don't need your interference."
"I do not intend to interfere. I merely wish to… oversee your attempts."
This entity… Harry knew it very well. The Lord of Hate and Master of the Gathering Darkness, Tulak Hord. The ancient Dark Lord who was his ancestor had appeared before him during one of his holocron study sessions, and had been since then a key figure in his training. Perhaps he could be of use here.
"Fine then. Do whatever you want."
"Regardless of your objections, I believe you have already felt the potency of the dark side here," said the spirit of Tulak Hord. "This temple was built around the tomb you seek. A way of testing those who sought to claim the title of Dark Lord for themselves. As you know…all failed. Perhaps you will too."
"Don't even joke about it," said Harry as he entered another corridor. "I have no intention of dying in here."
"It rests within you whether you will succeed or not. In this place your only ally is the dark side…but it is also your greatest enemy. The Sith magics and the guardians of this temple are relentless," affirmed Hord.
"What guardians?"
His question was received with a chuckle.
"Oh… you will meet them soon enough."
The Holocron:
Narmer - An ancient Sith Pureblood which reigned over the Sith remnant as Dark Lord of the Sith. After reaching Earth, Narmer would take control of both Upper and Lower Egypt, becoming the founder of the First Dynasty. He also founded the city of Ragnos, where he was entombed after his death.
