The Dark Force

by IsabelleBooker

After the death of his new found father Darth Vader, aka Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker succumbs to the seduction of the dark side and learn the ways of a Sith. When a letter notifying his family of his decisions to turn dark arrives at the wrong location and in the hands of an unknown girl, the girl must find the Rebellion and save Luke Skywalker before it's too late.

6. Chapter 6

In an instant, everything was dark, and she didn't know why. There was no movement, not sound, and no sight. It wasn't death, she knew that, for she could feel a presence. She didn't know who the presence was, or where it was coming from, she just knew that she felt it. Then there was a voice.

Chris. I see that you have chosen to deliver the letter to my dear sister and her foolish lover.

Chris was startled at the voice, and all her senses except for sight were coming to her. The darkness felt cold on her skin, and the air tasted dry.

"Your sister? Her lover? Who is..." Chris trailed off when she realized who it was. Her voice echoed through the darkness as she spoke. "Luke."

You feel for them, but why? You do not know them, they are not your family. Because they lost me? But I am alive and well, so why do you pity them?

"You meant for me to receive your letter, you meant for me to read it." Chris thought back to his first comment, and ignored the one about her pitying his family.

You knew the moment you saw that letter it was meant to end up in your hands.

"Why me?" Chris reached out with her hands, swiping out through the dry and cold air, but she felt nothing.

You may not know yet, but you were born to the Dark Side. It is where you are meant to be.

"What do you mean, born to the dark side?"

So you do not know your heritage, hmmm. I guess I was raised the same way, not knowing my parents.

"My parents died while serving in the Imperial Senate. Their dying wish was for me to grow up with a family friend on Jakku."

And you do not find it strange that as soon as that said family friend began to talk about your parents he died, and when you were only eleven, oh how sad. Coincidental, I think not.

"You have no place to even speak in this matter. How do you know about my early life?"

Come find me Chris. I will tell you the real truth.

"I will never listen to you."

A red flash broke through the darkness and Chris jumped up from her bed, panting and sweating profusely. She fell to her knees and leaned against her cot in the crew quarters, her head on the mattress. She was breathing heavy, and her body both felt insanely cold and as if it were burning up at the same time. When she caught her breath she stood, a bit dizzily, and walked out of the crew quarters.