The steps take them significantly farther down than the 30-meter distance to the twin peaks. If the burial grounds are directly under the twin peaks rock formation, they may be traveling the full height of the monolith. One thing they know for sure: they are descending far into Jaguada. Menyoo yells up to Mill, "Hey, this is a pretty creepy start. I wasn't expecting rainbows and smiles, but this is a bit much don't you think?"

Without bothering to turn back toward him, Mill shushes Menyoo callously and continues down the path, unsympathetic toward Menyoo's unease. He must be scared too, Menyoo thinks to himself, justifying Mill's behavior while sporting a severe frown. After what felt to be entirely too long, they come across a large stone entryway with a curved door-head well over three meters above them. The room beyond the entrance is pitch black. The incredible darkness slows Menyoo's progression toward the cavern; meanwhile, Mill continues forward with no hesitation.

The moment Mill's foot breaches the entrance, the sound of igniting flame escapes into the tunnel from the room ahead. Two consecutive rows of fire curve from both sides of the door and work their way around the cavernous room as it is unveiled before them. The flames meet at the back wall of the cave where they combine to light a large, freestanding brazier. The small pyre imbues the entire room with a warm glow, providing the Jedi sight to examine the myriad of objects scattered about.

Before Menyoo can take a good look, Mill drops to his hands and knees and makes a wretched noise in pain. His cries continue as he lowers his head down to his chest. With the same urgency with which he was brought down, he picks himself up and ignites his lightsaber. He waves it frantically from side to side, inspecting the large room for an enemy nowhere to be found. "Do not come any closer Menyoo! Stay back!"

Mill continues his feverish exploration, bringing the saber to a defensive horizontal position over his chest as he steps cautiously into the open recess. A booming voice sounds through the cave, causing the stalks of Menyoo's eyes to go unvaryingly still. "Do not fret Jedi! I have invited you here, and I will do you no harm."

Mill releases his left hand from the lightsaber and lowers it down to his right side. He looks straight ahead at a long, rectangular object at the other end of the room and says toward it, "I see. So you meant no harm when you were taking control of my body? Because it didn't feel harmless!"

The disembodied voice responds, taking advantage of the deep resonance in his voice, amplified by a threatening echo bouncing between the cave walls, "I required a vessel to lead you into my tomb. If I wished harm, I would have stayed in your body and taken complete control. My time has passed, and I am merely a wisp of what I once was. I enabled your passage. Nothing more, nothing less."

Menyoo steps forward into the chamber, stopping short of being directly beside Mill. He looks around the tomb. The walls are stone—not compact sand like the tunnel walls. The ring of fire encircling the room is a chain of tallow candles hanging like slim, colorless carrots, slowly being consumed by the flames encroaching from their tips. The flames light the craggy walls with inconsistent flickers, causing shadowy grey shapes to emerge where the light meets the stone, and black stripes to form where incongruent slabs block the light's path. The only other objects in the room are an old wooden cart, decaying off to the right and broken in several pieces; and the simple, black brazier standing behind the rectangular box toward the back of the tomb. Menyoo joins Mill in his search for the source of the mysterious voice, "I take it you're D.G.? How are you alive after all these years?"

Above the rectangular object floats a ragged piece of black fabric, rippling in suspension mid-air (without even the faintest source of air flow being so far underground.) A hood sits slouched atop where a head would be; but containing no flesh, shapely darkness fills the space in its absence. The fabric lowers from its elevated position until it is eye level with Menyoo and Mill. The voice sounds again, but it is not projected from the fabric, once more surrounding the cave and the frightened Jedi within it, "Yes, I am D.G, as you would know me. I have long departed this place, leaving only a subsistent remnant of my former self. You, Jedi, front and center. I can sense you are of a correct mind. I have wanted someone like you to stumble across my tomb for far too long. I cannot imagine this is a mistake. You have found my writings yes?"

Before Mill can answer, Menyoo speaks up, seeking both confirmation and comfort from the spectral figure before Mill gets lost in conversation with it. "Wait! First, who are you? The only things we know about you is that you accept the name D.G., and that you are a dark force user! You will have to answer that first before we answer any questions for you."

Mill turns to face Menyoo. Menyoo cannot tell if he looks irritated or grateful, struggling to pinpoint any emotion as transient shades of black morph the features of Mill's face. Before Menyoo can figure it out, the voice answers, returning both their attentions to the floating fabric, "You have entered into my place of rest and act as though I am the intruder. I only have need for him, you are just serving to bother. Please, allow the adults to speak."

Menyoo's unease passes as it transforms from fear into anger. He steps boldly ahead, but Mill turns once again toward Menyoo. This time his expression is clear: stand down. Menyoo settles in beside Mill and surrenders the reigns to his mentor.

Mill says to D.G, "We are here because I have undertaken a journey to seek balance between the dark and light. My journey led me to your writings, and a note alongside them led me here. Although we have many questions, we first and foremost seek guidance and understanding. This same journey you too took long ago it would seem, but from the other side, yes? As a…"

"Sith." The voice says, drawing out the th sound with a chilling rasp, "Yes, but you are not in need of information pertaining to my past. My origin does not matter, only my knowledge. You seek to take up the torch that was stolen from me, and my knowledge represents such a passage. I feel your so-called light side lives strongly within you, as do I sense your Jedi teachings, but this is no matter, I may still call you my champion. In fact, that may just be where you will succeed where I was unable. I sense great potential in you, even with such a late start as you have."

Menyoo speaks again, adopting a respectful tone in accordance with Mill's conduct, "Please forgive my earlier outbursts. I was merely afraid. I… wish to ask, if I may, is it Sith teachings that we require to move forward? You must understand why we would be hesitant to, uh, such a path. What is it you would have us do? Or, for Mill to do?" Mill gives an approving nod to Menyoo from the side.

The voice cackles before responding, "Ahh Jedi, you cannot hide your true feelings from me. It is fear that makes you act as you do. It is also this fear that will be your downfall. It too was the cause of my own. I sense I would have been able to make great use of you before my death and… ulterior fascinations. You will have a tough road ahead young orange one. Your question, it represents the heart of the problem. Jedi teachings, Sith teachings, they are dogma, not truth. I ask you not to explore the Sith, but to explore what you call 'the dark side.' Such immature epithets. These simplistic renderings of complicated matters are what plague both groups, to which we collectively belong."

Menyoo scrunches his mouth—the Ongree alternative to scrunching eyes—and answers impatiently, "Okay, but you didn't tell us what we need to do? You just gave us more riddles, like the ones that brought us here."

Mill presses his right elbow against Menyoo's chest, signaling Menyoo to stop talking. Mill then speaks quickly to regain them any favor Menyoo may have lost with D.G., "I'm sorry master, he merely asks for clearer directions regarding our next step. What is it that you see will best further our common study? Where did you leave off perhaps, before your unfortunate and untimely death?"

Menyoo, against his better judgement, whispers "Kiss ass" under his breath—but does manage to refrain from rolling his eyes. The room remains silent. Menyoo looks around to see if anything has changed. The fabric still floats above the coffin, but the waving ends of the cowl have gone slack. He then notices the patterns of light and shadows along the walls have changed to match the higher elevations of the fire along each candle. His focus shifts back toward the fabric after it suddenly drops out of the air to rest over the rectangular box it was previously suspended above. Menyoo prepares to defend himself if need be; He plants his right foot behind him and lowers his hand to a position slightly above his lightsaber hilt.

His hand quivers as a few nerve-racking moments pass before the voice speaks again, "Illusions! This is our ways, but it need not be. You boy are far too impressed by them still, and that is why you are not ready, and may never be. You on the other hand, Jedi Master, I was able to learn a lot from my short stay in your mind. Millard is your name?"

Menyoo turns toward Mill with his mouth open to a stretching gape; his eyes wide with excitement. Before he can say anything, Mill returns his elbow to Menyoo's chest, this time pressing it into his sternum as a warning. Menyoo mouths ow and rubs his chest, but his beaming expression remains as he resumes listening to D.G. "I sense you have killed in anger and hate. Even so, you have shown great restraint by wading off the effects of the force's attempts to control you. The Jedi teachings are well embedded within you, but these teachings are to blame for those people's deaths. You must come to terms with this. The Jedi's teachings can be of great benefit to you, but I wager they may be too deeply ingrained. That is why Sith teachings will be utilized in instruction. This is not a call to their ways, but instead, an impartial instruction to utilize their teachings, as they have studied the part of the force your kind have disavowed for so long. Even now, I mistakenly refer to it as separate from what is. You must do better than I have done."

Mill bows and says, "Yes Master." To Mill's surprise, Menyoo bows with him.

D.G. continues, directing his statement at Menyoo to start, "Now to answer your request for clear instruction that you so desperately require, the next step in your journey is to your discretion. What Millard must do is practice with the emotions he has been reacquainted with after a lifetime of repressing them. Go somewhere that requires change, and become the agents of that change. Use your emotions and fight against evil. You must let your emotions pour forth. Use them to your advantage. Unlike the Sith, however, do not fight out of hate and disgust. Instead, use life-promoting emotions. Those that relate to creation and preservation. Protection, love, righteousness. These are the emotions that one should use to fight, and only through practice will you achieve this at a visceral level. A true level of understanding. Kill or do not kill, but fight for something dear to you, and feel newfound power rise to the surface. For so long I had fought out of anger and greed. And you, you fought because you were told to. Because you were taught it is what the force requires. Fight for what you want, but try and be virtuous and benevolent with your desires. That, is your next step Jedi. The one I could never take."

Mill begins thinking about where he could take them next. A few ideas come to mind, but he becomes self-conscious each time he thinks any longer than a couple of seconds due to a suspicion that D.G. still has access to his thoughts. Menyoo says to D.G, with no particular direction to direct his voice, "So, are we good to leave?"

D.G has one final thing to say, beginning once again by speaking directly to Menyoo, "Impatient once more," The voice responds, "So be it. Before you leave, I will bestow upon you two an ability. It is only because the bond you share, that I include you in this youngling. Keep that in mind. Now, with this ability, I recommend you partake in a ritual together. From this ritual, you will both have greater insight into the side of the force you seek to understand, and the effect it can have on living things. Please, step up to my final place of rest and place a hand each on the lid."

Mill and Menyoo look at each other; neither indicates that they should refuse, but nervous energy exudes from both of them. They walk in unison toward the rectangular box that, to neither of their surprises, is a sarcophagus. On account of D.G.'s castle and demesne, Menyoo expects a well-crafted, ornate coffin with minute inscriptions and fastidious detail. The object defies these expectations; instead, better matching the plain black brazier and cheap, broken cart off to the side. The sarcophagus is a misshapen lump of stone, indented by scribbles in the form of lazily carved runes across the sides: written in a similar looking language to what is used in the Sith books—but written poorly enough that it looks like it was carved by D.G. after he had already gone mad.

They stand side by side over the coffin and close their eyes—not because they were instructed to, but because it seemed appropriate. After placing their hands on the lid, they feel a subtle power thrum through the morbid capsule, before a soft headache sets in for each of them. They feel the headache shift position from the center of their skull to the back of their eyes. A subtle burning replaces the headache-like symptom, before dissolving completely.

They leave their hands on the coffin for a moment longer, but nothing more happens. Menyoo is the first to take his hand off, then says aloud, "Uhh, I don't feel any different. What did you do?"

The grisly voice fills the room once more, "Now it is all up to you. Millard, please open your bag and take out the second book from the top." Menyoo uncomfortably shifts his eyes toward Mill without moving any part of his face. Mill obliges, dropping the bag to the ground and taking out the second book in the pile. The book he was instructed to grab is from the Sith collection entitled, Sith Techniques: From Master to Apprentice. D.G. follows up with further instructions, "Now open it to the 82nd page." Mill does as he is asked. When he opens the page, he is startled to find that he can suddenly read the writing. What once were strange lines and a random assortment of stochastic dots, are now letters in galactic basic, and easily readable. "Yes, you are now able to read the ancient language of the Sith. This is a great gift, and the only thing I can provide for you to help you on your journey. Everything else left from my physical life has been sacked or stolen from my once hallowed home. Follow the pages exactly, and see for yourself the power and extent of Sith cruelty."

Mill remains crouched with the open book facing him. Menyoo stands above him and squints down at page 82. The heading reads: Bleeding a Lightsaber.