Here's yet another chapter

If there was one thing that the dark lord of the Sith had learned under his former master it was patience. Generation after generation the order hid from the jedi until the time they would have their revenge. There were times throughout his career as senator and chancellor that he could have ended the order and the republic with his hunger for their demise yet it was his lessons that held him back. Watching the various witches and wizards walk in and out of the Leaky Caldron made Sidious wonder if he made a mistake about the powers that be on this planet.

'They are worse then that insufferable Jar Jar.' The Dark lord thought as one wizard left the pub to the 'muggle' world in a dress. For a culture that wanted to hide clearly lacked the intelligence and the logic that if one was to hide in plain sight it was best to look the part, not to stand out. Flicking his fingers the dark lord smiled as the wizard 'slipped and caused a commotion on the streets and the local law enforcers came.

Getting up from the bench he made his way to the public library where he was to meet his 'friend' Granger. She was his tutor in this world and was so sickenly happy that she had someone to talk to her. He let her believe that she was smarter than him as he worked his touch, making a statement here, a word of encouragement there...

'If I am to rule the galaxy I must have loyal followers. Followers that will help create an new world order.' He mused as the illusion over his eyes broke for a moment to shine yellow behind the green. She was a good trial run on how the force could effect a magic user as she clearly had the gift. But her mind was far more important to Sidious than anything. Some would ask if he was going to strengthen his position by building an harem but he knew better. His former 'wife' was a mean to the ends, as her death let him show himself as an grieving man who had anger at the system that was the former old Republic. It had worked as any Jedi who felt the darkside believed it stemmed from the memory of the the man finding the corpse of his wife on Naboo after the invasion.

Looking at the local clock he quicken his steps to the library. It would not do if he was late after all. As he moved he took a moment to read the headlines in the paper.

UNKNOWN YOUNG HERO STOPS INTERNATIONAL TRAFFICKING

BY Lancer Hill

'Not a bad start to my fame here in this world.' He thought as he turned around the corner as his thoughts turned to the events that lead to the news calling him a hero, even if he wasn't one. The memories of the wizard filth Mundungus of the underworld were quite helpful. It was always helpful to know how and where to look for disposable pawns on any world. Criminals were never in short supply and the dark lord new that many people that claim otherwise were fools.

Greed. Envy. Lust. Rage. Gluuteny.

And the most toxic of all, hope.

Reading the papers Sidious wondered how these primitive humans have enjoyed surviving for so long. The library was a Sith's wet dream, telling of a race that was embroiled in the dark side yet never fell. The so called cold war, the dark side master scoffed at the term, was an operation of fear mongering. Oh yes it was fun reading about how two powers believed that they were only defending themselves.

'Yet they haven't even been able to fix their own flaws.' He thought as a dark smile grew across his face. The dark side was on his side as this conflict gave him a most devilish idea. Looking at the map of the nations of the planet he made sure to memorize details from every one of them slowly and methodically. It would take time but the dark lord knew that this information would become very useful in his plan.

"Earth frist. Then the galaxy."

The librarian shock her head as she listened to the mad laughter of a child. 'Must have been a fun joke.' She thought qs it died down soon after it started, not bothering to shush the child. Her favorite soap was on after all.

"Will you walk into my parlour?" said a spider to a fly;
" 'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to shew when you are there."

- Dublin Ireland outskirts-

The cold breeze in the shadows made the shadow figure bristle. To admit weakness was not the way of the Sith. The old oat tree groaned as the dark lord moved ever closer, it was disgusted by the feeling of the void coming its way. Ancient magic granulated its roots in the ground. The lay lines active and thumping like an ord heart in its wood. Its caretakers the dryads and fairies weren't there to defend it as an evil hand touched its surface.

No, they were too busy listening to the voice that whispered what they wished to hear. The figure whispered about how it wasn't right in the world. Humans were just no longer a part of creation but of destruction. Old powerful oaths broken by man as the magical and non magical worlds separated causing the decline of the old ways.

The old oat tree shook its leaves trying to get the attention of its caretakers but to no success. Soon it too would fall under the sway of this madked messenger. Soon the gathering would disappear as tge magical beings went to various other hidden places to speak of what was said.

From the beings of light to those who stayed in the shadows the message was heard.

Change. Was. Coming.

Magical beings of all races but man hummed with desire. To walk not in the shadows or hidden away like some bad memories. But to be free to express themselves as individuals and gather again in nature as a whole not in pockets.

But for now they listened to the voice.

Listening.

Listening.

Listening...

I was going to do more to this chapter but something happened that made me cut out half of this chapter and made me not want to work on it any longer.

Death is never funny for those who can't say goodbye.

This month my grandmother passed away abd because of covid, like many around the world, I was unable to say my goodbye properly. I was reduced to a letter from far away that couldn't get all I wanted to say on the page.