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Section 7

Mara was waiting in her cell. As far as she could tell, it had been three days without any contact whatsoever with anyone. They had

not even brought food or water. She was already dehydrated and knew that if she did not receive any liquids within a few hours, she

was probably going to faint and then die. She had been sleeping as much as possible in order to accomplish a number of things. First,

she wanted to help her body heal; secondly, she had been trying to conserve her energy, so as not to expend needless calories or

water in pointless wakefulness; and thirdly she was trying to keep from going insane. Unfortunately there is a limit to how long a

person can sleep in a day, and she was simply not tired anymore. If she had been a better Jedi, she could have placed herself in a

healing trance and remained there for as long as she liked. That would have fixed her body up and lessened her need for nourishment

of any kind. She wouldn't even need to breathe much. That was very good for extended waits. What stank was that Palpatine hadn't

taught her that technique yet. He had shown her how to gain more energy from a shorter sleep, but that wasn't what she wanted.

Just as she was about to faint, the door to her cell opened and Voldemort stepped in. He had a bowl and a rag in his hand. When he

saw her lying pale on the bed he hurried to her side and placed the wet rag on her forehead.

"My dear," he whispered. "How horrible! I didn't ask for them to do this, they just forgot about you. I only learned the truth after I

had questioned them thoroughly; I assure you, someone will pay for this."

He took the rag off her forehead and dipped it in the bowl of water, and then he let water droplets fall from the rag onto her lips,

slowly moistening them. Little by little, he revitalized her, taking as long as possible. Finally he handed the bowl to her and she drank

greedily.

"Careful, my dear; if you drink to quickly you might get cramps."

Mara ignored him. Finally he left and shut the door. Voldemort turned to Crabbe who was standing just outside. He nodded.

"It's working. Now go get yourself lost; I don't need your help anymore."

Crabbe smiled and hurried off. Voldemort move down the corridor a small distance and turned to face the wall.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" he yelled. Stone chips flew everywhere as the spell impacted and failed to penetrate. The green light from

the spell was easily visible to Mara where she lay. She felt oddly uneasy. Somewhere, sometime, she had heard those words and

seen that light; she just couldn't remember. It was an uncomfortable feeling, for some reason, her brain was telling her that someone

was probably dead.

It didn't really matter; however, the Emperor killed his subordinates as a matter of course. Even so, why did she feel so strange about

it? Compassion was something that a good agent really couldn't afford. There was just something about this place that was changing

her. Something about that creature, Voldemort. She was utterly repulsed by him, and more surprisingly, she realized that he was

almost exactly like her emperor. A little less cunning, more active, less powerful, a good deal stupider, but all in all, his personality

was almost a match for Palpatine. What was going on here?


"He who controls the past controls that present, and he who controls the present controls the future." Orwell, 1984.

Anyone ever read that book?

How about the Simarillion by JRR Tolkien?

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