Prolog

Silence.

That's all she could hear. But it wasn't peaceful silence. It was violent and chaotic just like the force around her. She felt it. Everywhere around her she could feel the dark side of the force. It was almost choking her, pushing on her own force signature, which was now poking and stabing her just to warn her about the danger.

But she knew about the danger.

She knew it was coming.

She knew he was coming. Closer and closer.

But she wan't moving. Her eyes were closed, her arms at her sides and the silver and gold lightsaber was still on her belt, unactivated.

„I was waiting for this moment for a long time. "his voice was hard, mechanic and chilling but she stood her ground and stayed without a flinch of an eye. He was close and he was angry, that much she could feel from his presence. His force signature was moving around her, swirling and circling around her form. If force could be seen, his would be black as the darkest night. Black and hopeless.

„I'm very sorry for the waiting. "Her first movement was quick. She opened her eyes and turned so she could see the shadow of a man standing before her.

She could not see his face. She could not see anything under his large black robes. He looked like a shadow, like he was created from the darkness that surrounded them.

He was silent and she was watching his every move in case he decided to attack her. But he did not. His only reaction was a whisper. Silent, gentle whisper of a name. „Aaliyah. "