Darth Narius watched expectantly at the sky. Only an hour ago he had called his Master, Darth Revan to assist him at the Polar Region. Lightsaber prepped, the young Sith Lord twirled the hilt boringly in his fingers, his eyes turning red as he focused the Dark Side on the ice.

This was a technique taught by the Sith for focusing ones dark aura to alter the process of their surroundings. He let himself fall into a trance of Darkness, his short hair bristling in the cold breeze of the Polar Region. Suddenly his vision became blurry…

"You must face your destiny boy." Darius looked around himself in disbelief. Revan stood before him but dressed in odd, black robes. His hand was outstretched with a saber hilt in it. "The Jedi have betrayed you, they are no longer your friends. You saw what they did to you at the Enclave or tried to do. Don't let love fool you – there is none."

He raised his head to meet the expecting red eyes of Darth Revan. He remembered the Jedi, all that they had done for him in the past. 'They betrayed me.' He thought bitterly to himself. 'But the Dark Side will crush me.'

He nodded, lowering his head running a hand through his shaggy, brown hair. "I can't betray myself and join you." He said slowly. "You will crush me, Revan. And… and I do not trust you."

With that, he ignited his saber but the Dark Lord only laughed, the flames of Mustafar being spit up from the flaming planet. "The Jedi do not trust you, they are always haunting your steps! Don't let their weakness hold you back from the power of your destiny!" He gripped the saber in his hand walked closer to Darius.

"Join me Jedi." Revan spat menacingly.

He looked into the flames, the blistering heat of Mustafar capturing his image. "This is not the person I am supposed to be." His heart broke with every word. Planets had died around him, millions suffered while he was to weak to save them. His Jedi teaching wrought weakness upon his very body. "I am supposed to be strong, I am supposed to save people!" He crushed his old saber in the palm of his hand.

His eyes glowed an eerie shade of red as he gazed upon the Jedi Master – Kavaar. He was watching this whole thing from a cage that Revan had captured him in.


"I surrender to destiny… I…I will join you." And those words imprisoned his soul forever.

Revan cackled maniacally giving him the black, carved hilt of the Sith. "Your destiny will complete you once you destroy what awaits you in the corner."

His hands were trembling as he grasped the saber in his gloves, unscrewed the bottom, and put the red crystals in it. The cavern of fire boiled around the three, and only the red-hot color of the fire illuminated the area. Rocks were spat up from the planet as lava flowed from rocky streams and cliffs.

"Master Kavaar, arise." Revan was utterly satisfied.

Darth Narius activated the beam and red and blue, betrayal and betrayal met against each other…

His breaths were ragged as he thrashed about in the ice. Narius opened his eyes, sweat dripping off of his forehead and onto the ice. "No one was ever there for me! Is this what the Jedi have wrought on me, duplicity?" He screamed as his heart tore into millions of pieces.

The Sith hoisted himself to his feet and just screamed, screamed for an eternity into the nothing he was. He collapsed by his ship, burying his face in his gloved hands, dropping the saber next to him. Darth Narius wept.

"Your anger serves you well." There words were uttered by a rich, dark voice of a Sith. He recognized that tone to well. Narius lifted up his head to meet the stern gaze of his Master.

"While you thrashed in your slumber all the ice within eight feet of you melted pretty well."

Those were words of praise were coming from the dead lips of the man who killed him. Narius grabbed his saber, the red blade illuminating his sad, evil-swollen face.

"You have destroyed me. You told me to face destiny, it would make me stronger but it didn't! All you have done is manipulate me from the beginning!" The irony of it all was that this man was the closest thing he had to a father, a friend in some time and now he suffered duplicity from him as well.

"I have made you stronger. I and all people can see it with every stroke of your saber. And you have yet to reach your true potential. Friend, I am guiding you on a road where there will be freedom, where you can save those you love and weakness will not be an obstacle." Revan spoke truth through a lie.

"Leave me be Master. Let me meditate on my anger, let me allow it to burn through my soul that I might be able to control this power." His eyes burned with truth thought they were red with malice from the Dark Side.

Revan turned to leave while Narius collapsed against his ship. Did he truly make the right choice? He watched his Master's robed form fade into the distance of the Polar Region. The only ones who could answer this were the ones he loved and they stood in the safety in their halls, just like they did during the Mandolorian Wars almost as if…

"The Jedi betrayed the Republic, the Galaxy. And yet they still hide, they are hiding from me. There is nothing for me but my Master. They will suffer." His voice was low like the growling of a beast.

Narius sped to the academy so close to him. Violently he pushed the door open. It was day and the Jedi would be wide awake.

"You are not permitted in here." It was the stern voice of a woman. The woman he thought loved him.

"I am here to tell you something." He mumbled weakly, his face bearing the anguish of a thousand galaxies.

Suddenly Brianna's face turned to sympathy. She still kept her distance from him. "You are troubled. Something is killing you inside."

"I am not who you think I am." He began slowly, his hand gripping his saber tightly until his knuckles turned white. Part of Narius could not believe he was saying this. "In fact, I am the furthest thing from a Jedi there will ever be."

"You are the reason we are here at the Academy. You are the reason that there are many Jedi learning in these walls." Her voice suggested that she was sympathizing with him.

"I am weak. And I am weak… God, I am weak because… I've turned on the Jedi. I have turned my back on all of them, lost my way again!" He slammed a fist into the wall.

She obviously was shocked. Brianna would not say a word as he lifted his head high and walked up to her. Pain and anguish was tearing him up inside, and he didn't know if he could overcome it.

"There is nothing left to say just-" He cut her off.

"There is plenty left to say! I am not Darius, I am Darth Narius and Revan is my Master! Look what the Jedi have made me!"

She began to walk away, afraid of the rage that burned in his eyes. His blue eyes were welling up with tears as they slowly turned red. "The Jedi turned against me! Don't you turn against me!" He crouched down and pounded a fist into the floor.

He calmed down for a moment. He would have said sorry, but she was already gone and there was indeed nothing left to say. "I have lost everything." He mumbled to himself before collapsing again and sobbing. The Sith had completely lost it…