Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan or George Lucas.
Enter Kyp Durron and the ghost of Exar Kun, a black-clad Dark Jedi with black hair and gray eyes, in the Netherworld.
Kyp, standing near the Pool of Knowledge, tosses his Star Wars trading cards into the flames with disgust.
Kyp. Useless. I can't believe I ever liked this stuff.
Ghost. A childish game, Master.
Kyp. I've failed. There's no way to get her back.
Kun remains silent.
Is there? Speak.
Ghost. It has never been done. But there may be a way.
Kyp. Tell me.
Ghost. An exchange. A soul for a soul.
Kyp. I've offered.
Ghost. Not yours. You cannot offer your father a soul he will eventually collect anyway. Nor will he be anxious for the death of his son. I mean a soul that should have died already . . . someone who has cheated death.
Kyp's face darkens.
Kyp. Not that again. You're talking about murder.
Ghost. I'm talking about justice. Vengeance.
Kyp. Those are not the same thing.
Ghost. [laughs] You will learn differently as you get older.
Kyp stares into the flames.
Kyp. Why can't I at least summon her? I want to talk to her. She would . . . she would help me.
Ghost. I will help you. Have I not saved you many times? Did I not lead you through the Graveyard and teach you to use your powers? Do you want revenge for your sister or not?
Kyp turns away from Kun.
Kyp. Very well. You have a plan?
Ghost. Oh, yes. We have many dark roads to travel.
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