Yes I know it's amazing… I'm alive!!! I know this took so long I'm awfully sorry! I was at a stuck for the past month!

Alrite.. and now onto the next chap!

Part IV

They say there's always hope...
Then y can't u see it?

Is it because it's so far from your reach you will never be able to reach it? But for you, it's always too far off. Like the stars on a clear night. Or that wisp of white cloud floating carelessly in the bright blue sky.
 What the use in trying to reach n e more? Your efforts or worthless.
 What is left after you give in?
The emptiness that plagues your soul. 

Where do you turn?
 To the darkness that has taken over…

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A groan of pain echoed through the forest on the cool night air and the high cry of a girl standing near by rustled the leaves. The moon covered by passing clouds no light could get through the trees of the tall forest.

Anakin twisted the blood red blade as he yanked it from the Master's heart. The young woman fell to the forest floor with a sickening thud. Her ice blue eyes glazed over and the pain etched on her features faded with her soul.

A heart wrenching scream erupted from the teen girl as her fading bond was suddenly snapped. Collapsing in pain the somnolent girl made her way slowly to her dead master.

"S…" She couldn't get it out before sobs broke free breaking the eerie silence that had laid itself down upon the dark forest. "Master!"

Anakin simply laughed.

Desmi looked at the dark figure, tears streaming down her angered face. "How could you ever call yourself a Jedi?!" She spat, hate weaved around every word. She opened her mouth, but shut it quickly taking a breath to calm herself.

The boy was amused. The girl was so young, a new Padawan to the master that lie dead at his feet. But she was a Jedi at heart. He could feel calm replace her anger and hate through the Force and she could tell he knew. Her shields flew up, nothing the young man couldn't take down.

He shook his head. "I don't call myself a Jedi… anymore."

The girl stood up, her tightly curled brown hair fell to her shoulders and her blue silver eyes reflected a glare off the red lightsaber held by the older being. "You were never of the light!"

"Really?" Anakin snickered. "Ask your master. She was a friend of mine." He grinned wickedly at her sucking in the girls fear and anger as if it were air.

"She would have agreed with me." Desmi lit her lightsaber, it's violet blade illuminating the forest around her. She took a step forward leaved crunching beneath her feet.

Anakin swung his blade through the air mockingly. "You think you can win?"

The boy could feel the Force swirl around the Padawan. "I do not intend to fight. I know my fate lies with my master."

The young man lashed out with his hand wrenching the girl's lightsaber to his own. "Not unless you chose a different path." He said softly.

"Like what yours?!"

"Power."

"Never!" Desmi stepping back slightly looked down at her master again tears filler her eyes.

Anakin deactivated her saber and kept his out front. "One last chance."

The girl stared at him freezing in place. Her eyes iced over and her face burned with determination. "If Siri taught me one thing it is the evilness of the darkside and what if does to Jedi. Never would I follow that path." She braced herself for the man's imminent strike. "I am of the light."

"Such a big ego for such a young on." Anakin brought his saber forwards.

Striking forward the red blade slid through the girls stomach in a quick thrust.

Desmi's face flared in pain and agony. "At least…" One last breathe. "I am not that of evil…"

Ripping the blade back Anakin watch as the girl fell next to her master on the wet leaf covered floor. Her breath no longer rang out in the area. Much unlike her words that still hung icily in the air.

Stopping Desmi's saber to the earth Anakin spun around and sprinted away from the two Jedi. A single tear falling back from the wind that rushed past him.

Well that's all for now… I will most definitely have the next chapter much sooner!!

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