-Authors Note- Zam Wessel is the assassin that tried to kill Padmé in the beginning of Episode II. May become AU after Episode III is released.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away… The Colors Of BloodPrologue
Her training began that day so many years ago, back on Tatooine. She had only been nine years old, a small brown haired child with tan skin and no parents. Zam Wessel was abandoned in so many ways. Her parents abandoned her body, her friends abandoned her soul, and that scraggly dirty boy at the podrace abandoned her heart.
Nine years ago Zam Wessel became a killer. Before she met Rinx, she was just a very mature child, forced to grow up fast, abandoned in the desert wastelands of the planet that the Federation forgot. Zam never intended to kill until Boonta Eve. That day, everything changed. It was the day Anakin Skywalker would win the podrace and set out on the path to evil and death.
It was the day that Zam Wessel reached the end of that path.
She was covered in grime from head to toe. Her eyes and nose were ringed in sand; her cheeks red and her lids squinted shut against the dirt and glare from the bright Tatooine sun. She dug her grime-rimmed fingernails into the palm of her hand. Podraces were so dangerous, but the fact that Zam understood the need for violence and speed did not keep her from worrying. She shaded her eyes with her hand. She had stolen Ghin's 'racer once, and her heart soared every time she recalled it. Podracing was taking your life into your hands. It was something Zam would do every day, years from then.
But, on the day of the Boonta Eve, Zam was in love with the only human that could podrace. Anakin held her heart in his hands. The day of the Boonta Eve was the day that the lives of many hung in the balance. Many people lost their lives that day, even if they didn't notice. It was the day that Zam Wessel turned to her own personal Dark Side.
Zam didn't understand Anakin. She never had, but she knew in the deepest chambers of her heart that Anakin was her destiny, of sorts. They were birds of a feather. They had the same longing in their heart, longings though that blossomed and exploded into two entirely different fates, for the day of the Boonta Eve was the day that an assassin and a Jedi warrior split their ties with each other.
Zam's heart imploded when this happened. Her heart felt drained of blood. Instinct told her that some other power had invaded Anakin's life and in turn, her own, causing him to sever their hearts from each other. It was that day that the Force was in turmoil. The future Dark Jedi won the Boonta Eve and took off for a long journey that would climax in the creation of a Jedi monster. Zam Wessel understood the longing in her heart that day. It was the longing to kill.
The fates were decided and the envelope was sealed. There was no going back.