The descending starship bellowed through the dry, stormy atmosphere of the barren desert planet. This was not a place where life thrived, nor faltered. It was in a state of constant homeostasis. Only feral beasts could survive off other smaller beasts that scampered to their crevices as his ship skid across the tops of dunes, knocking sand into the air behind it and found its place on a cracked patch near the faded walls of a ziggurat structure. Hidden away beneath a millennium of sand, the presence of the dark side was strong and made the hair of his arms stand up like needles out of a thornball's back. He exited his ship, wrapping a cloth around his face as protection. The boiling sun scorched his feet almost through his own boots and he hurried to the entrance, leading to a mysterious darkness. His lightsaber clung by a notch in his pants, feeling heavier than normal. His kyber crystal gaining substantial weight as the power of the Force oozed from the ziggurat; almost like it had taken on a burden in the Force. He ignited it and went into the darkness.
In the pitch black, the hue of the lightsaber illuminated the stone hallway, sending cascading shadows across a dry, cracked floor. The dark side clouded the mind of the young man as he was guided by another force, enveloping his mind and whispering to him to push on, push on.
His hand was steady, and he was not afraid. Each step sent an echo into the swirling void, his mind forming an illusion of shapes and twisted faces from his past from the black canvas.
He felt like he had been traversing the corridor for hours, but he could not tell in truth. The sound of a wind came at what he assumed was the end of the hallway and he caught his breath. He came onto a precipice of nothing but empty space for as far as he could sense. Across that nothingness was the source of his dark guide, a twinkle of something at the other end of the crevice. He closed his eyes and reached out to the hum of the environment, full of negative energy. An artificial shadow suppressed the Light from within. Push on, push on, young one. Fulfill… Your… Destiny...
The Force showed him the way, a ledge off the cliff and a narrow walkway over the sprawling chasm that lead to the courtyard of the insidious temple. The faint blue light of his lightsaber grew darker with each approaching step. It was soundless and unthinkable in magnitude, an abandoned foundation of dark knowledge that drew him closer and closer to the stone staircase leading up to the pantheon-like structure. He was no longer using his eyes, but his mind to guide him to the large doors. They were wooden, carved with hundreds of articulate scenes of Sith history spanning millennia. The Jedi reached out to feel it, but before he touched it with his hands, he recoiled.
It made him sick in the gut. It was as if he was traversing into another universe devoid of all the familiarities of reality. He could hear the voice beckoning him in and he shoved the sickness in his stomach to the back of his mind as he pushed the doors open with a struggling concentration of Force power. Dust dropped from the tall wooden doors like a wave from the sea and covered him, causing him to gasp and cough with ferociousness.
He took notice at the now absence of echo, in which a power had sucked the air from the atmosphere behind him and it had been following him the entire time. Inside, he saw a light glow. He looked back for the first time in a long time and finally entered the cold crepuscular embrace within. The door behind him shut and he was alone in an anti-chamber that stank of death and hatred. He lost sight of the twinkle, but there was a glow emanating from behind a massive statue situated at the back of the stone sarcophagus. As single beam of light drew from an unknown source, it was spotlighting an empty stone throne. On the throne was carved more fantastical images of dark sorcery, and on the ground in front of it was an ancient weapon that had withstood the test of time for over a millennium.
Suddenly, the lightsaber in his hand shot from his grasp, nearly tearing off his fingers. It spun in the air, creating a blue storm of light that tricked the eye, turning it into a perfect disk of hot plasma. It hit peak velocity and exploded before his eyes, sending molten hot bits of kyber and metal scattering across the floor. In the absolute darkness, he pulled his arm from his eyes and felt a fear unlike anything he had ever experienced in his entire life.
He dropped to his knees.
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