"No..." Luke whispered, backing away from Dark Luke, "This is impossible." Snoke chuckled, glancing from one Luke to the other. He was getting quite a bit of joy out of watching this.

"Of course, it is possible." His demonic voice echoed throughout the abyss. "We are in your mind, Skywalker. Anything is possible." Luke shook his head in disbelief, staring into Dark Luke's eerie red and yellow Sith eyes. They sent shivers down the Jedi's spine. The copy standing before him chuckled quietly, stepping towards Luke and spinning the glowing red lightsaber with his fingers.

"What's the matter, Luke?" He grinned. "Are you afraid?" Luke stumbled back as Dark Luke approached, causing his clone to cackle with laughter. "Thought so. That's all right. You should be." he hissed on the last part. Luke trembled, his fingers brushing the hilt of his own lightsaber. There was obviously no way out of here without fighting, and the longer he stayed, the more likely Han and Leia were to die.

Luke's blood boiled with rage. This was all his fault, and now it was time to end it. Once and for all. He swung his lightsaber out of its hilt and activated the shimmering green weapon. He yelled, sprinting forward to strike down Dark Luke. Red and green collided as Snoke laughed wickedly in the background.

"This is your final trial, Skywalker."


"L-Luke..." Leia gasped, grasping her neck to remove the invisible hands strangling her. "P-Please..." Luke laughed evilly, continuing to Force choke his sister. He tightened his hold through the Force, causing Leia to suffocate even more. The moon hid behind clouds in the sky, causing the whole clearing to be as dark as dark could be.

However, Leia could still see those Sith eyes shining in the night, causing her to tremble with fear. Her brother really was gone, now, but she still knew she could bring him back. Somehow.

It was almost as if Luke had read her thoughts because he cackled even harder. "What, still think you can save poor little Skywalker?" he taunted, releasing his grip on the princess. Leia collapsed to the ground, coughing and hacking as she held her sore neck. "Oh, please! Let me let you in on a little secret, your highness. No one can bring Luke back but himself, and there is absolutely no chance of that happening! My master far more powerful than you could ever imagine, and no one will stop him!"

Leia positioned herself on her hands and knees, grasping the dry dirt and grass in her hands. She continued to cough, her breathing large, greedy inhales for air. Her neck stung like she had been burned, and she eventually rested her forehead in the dirt. Luke sighed, pacing around in circles.

Leia sighed, her breathing eventually slowing a little. She knew this darkness controlling Luke was right. Only Luke could bring himself back now, but she would do all in her power to help. Leia closed her eyes, reaching out to her brother through the Force. Begging him to hear her. Luke, She mentally called to him. It's okay...


Luke and Dark Luke went back and forth, their glowing blades colliding as they fought in the black abyss. Dark Luke spun, swinging his lightsaber down to hit Luke's head, but the Jedi was slightly faster. Green deflected the strike, sending Dark Luke stumbling back onto the ground. Luke leapt at him, lightsaber raised overhead.

Dark Luke rolled out of the way at the last second, but Luke jumped at him again. He threw his hand up, Force throwing Luke across the abyss. The Sith hopped up, grinning as he ran over. Luke impressively jumped to his feet just as Dark Luke approached, blocking the red blade that almost struck him again.

They pressed into each other, lightsabers hissing as they connected. Luke struggled, yelling openly as he tried to push back. Dark Luke continued to smile, eyes flashing from the glow of their blades. Luke gritted his teeth, channeling the Force into his strength. His lightsaber got closer to Dark Luke's face, but he did the same, pushing the weapon back near Luke's own face.

They struggled a moment longer, but a sudden Force shove from both of them at once sent them both flying backward. Luke tumbled across the black as Dark Luke caught himself with one hand in a crouched position. He leapt to his feet, rushing back over to the Jedi. Luke threw up his lightsaber, deflecting the blade about to fall on him.

He jumped up, and they were going back and forth once again. Both blocked hit after hit, strike after strike. The battle went on for a while. Eventually, Dark Luke pretended to swing for his opponent's hand, but then instead wacked the weapon from Luke's grip. Luke shouted, falling onto the ground. He leaned back, arms holding him up and lifting his head as a shimmering red blade rested inches from his neck.

Sweat trickled down Luke's forehead as Dark Luke laughed, leaning in close to the Jedi's face. "This is it, Skywalker," he hissed, his breath hot when it hit Luke's skin, "I win."


"Hurry up, Chewie..!" Han breathed, bouncing in Chewie's arms as the wookie ran, "We gotta... Help the kid. And Leia!" Chewie roared that he knew that, but sped up his pace anyway. Han was right. They needed to hurry, or who knows what might happen to Luke and Leia. Chewie growled a soft assurance to Han as they ran, but the smuggler was fading in and out of consciousness.

Well, Luke and Leia weren't the only ones they needed to hurry for. Chewie told Han to stay with him before speeding up once again. They were almost there. He could feel it...


"I won't let you hurt them," Luke hissed back, arms wobbling behind him. He was growing tired from the battle, and his anger was peaked. Han, Leia, Chewie... He just wanted to protect them. He wanted to protect them from himself...

Dark Luke chuckled, rolling his eyes at the man before him. He pushed the lightsaber closer to Luke's neck, grinning wickedly. "Don't worry yourself. Soon, you will be destroyed, as will Captain Solo, the princess, and the wookie." Luke felt his rage bubble over. His hands clenched into fists, trembling from so much anger. No...

"NO!" Luke removed his arms from the floor, dropping onto his back and kicking his legs. His feet came into contact with Dark Luke's knees, causing the Sith to cry out in pain and fall to the ground. Luke crawled to his knees, throwing one hand in Dark Luke's direction and the other toward his discarded lightsaber. Dark Luke flew back even farther, hit the blackness with a painful thud!, and Luke's lightsaber landed in his own hand.

He activated the weapon, jumping up and practically leaping across the room. He reached down, grabbing his opponents stranded lightsaber and activating it as well. Within seconds, Luke was towering over Dark Luke with both lightsabers at his neck. Snoke cackled as Luke breathed heavily.

"Very good, Skywalker." Snoke applauded, leaning forward on his throne with great interest. "You've almost completed your trial! Now... Kill him, and it will be done." Luke almost smiled. That sounded very pleasing at the moment, honestly. However, Dark Luke was smiling up at Luke as the Jedi glared. He almost seemed to want Luke to kill him.

Luke's grip on the lightsabers trembled, and he glanced to the side in hesitation. Dark Luke chuckled. "Come on," he grinned, eyes flashing darkly, "you know you hate me." Luke froze, realization striking him as Dark Luke said those words. You know you hate me. Everything seemed to freeze in time, and his legs felt weak. How could he have not seen it before?

The whole time, all this temptation and anger... It wasn't random, it wasn't just a phase. It was all planned. Planned by Snoke. His goal all along with the nightmares and the flashes of anger wasn't to make Luke hate his friends.

It was to make Luke hate himself.

That's why he had been falling to the Dark Side so strongly. Luke was filled with fear at the idea of hurting his friends, he was angry at himself for ever even considering hurting them, and he had hated himself. Luke had hated himself for it all. All of that led to the Dark Side, and Snoke had used that against him.

It wasn't himself Luke should be angry with. It had never been. Suddenly, the Jedi knew exactly what he had to do. It wasn't fighting, it wasn't destroying Snoke. It was something far more simple than any of that. Something he should have done a long time ago...

"I forgive you."


A/N: I apologize if this chapter kinda sucks! I know it's shorter than most of the others and kinda choppy, but I CAN NOT write fighting scenes for the life of me! There was so much fighting that had to happen and I'm just like "BLAH" when it comes to that! I'm sorry! But the next chapter should be better! And how's that for a cliffhanger? You thought Luke was gonna win this fight by a lightsaber's blade? HAHAHA that's funny. NOPE I just turned epicness into stereotypical "love conquers all" in literally two paragraphs. XD Well, IT'S TRUE SO I'M NOT SORRY.

Anyway, I'm not sick anymore so that's awesome! Yay for wellness! Enjoy this chapter if you can!