Chapter Three

Disclaimer: Don't own Star Wars, only Des-Edri.

A/N: Is it a little easier to understand now? That explains how Darth Vader knew he had a son when he had never met Luke before... Clever, clever me. It'll get better sometime soon. Please review!

That night, I slept. And dreams haunted me once more. But they weren't about Padme anymore.

They were about me.

I could hear myself moan, and I tried to wake myself up as I tossed and turned, but the dream didn't seem to want to let me go until it was done.

I was a Sith Lord. Clad in a black robe, I marched thousands of clone troopers into the... Jedi Temple, where they attacked. I saw myself killing younglings, with some padawans along with them.

I woke up with a gasp. I was drenched in sweat. The sheets lay sticking to my back as I took heavy breaths to try and calm myself.

My metal arm was holding something.

I looked over to find my lightsaber in my hand.

But Des-Edri had it. It was in her room, locked away so I wouldn't try to take my own life in the night. And I didn't use the Force to try and get it back. Frankly, I didn't care if she had it or not.

I sat myself up and inspected the handle by the beam of moonlight trickling in. It was still mine, alright. I was glad to see that nothing had been fiddled around with or altered. As much as Desi was my friend, when you suddenly appear on a phantom planet, you can't trust everyone.

From somewhere in the darkness, I heard the cry of a little boy.

I froze.

The voice echoed a bit, and stopped. It didn't sound like it was coming from my room, so I slid out of bed and opened the door. The left corridor was eerily lit, with tiny candles burning outside each door on hanging candleabras. They went on forever, until all you could see were dots down the hall.

I hearda rustling behind me,and turned to see Des-Edri. She was staring at me. My heart jumped. Something was wrong with me. I was losing my perceptiveness, my senses. I couldn't even tell when someone was behind me.

But she held no weapon. Her eyes searched me as she asked, "I heard you walking around up here. Something wrong?"

I gripped my lightsaber, although did not turn it on.

Desi stared, looking. She was like a deer in headlights- she didn't move a muscle. "H-How did you get that?" she stammered. "Did you break into my room or something?"

I suddenly realized howunreasonable I was being. She was as surprised as I was. "No, I... I just found it in my hand when I woke up. I don't know how it got there."

I had expected Des-Edri to be shocked, confused, and maybe a little scared, but an odd, cloudy look came into her eyes. Sounding like she was in a trance, she muttered, "You heard voices, didn't you." It was not a question.

She headed for the staircase, but she stopped at the top of it and said, "Often your senses will lie to you here. There's no cause for alarm."

Her eyes locked into mine. I virtually felt a spark. Somewhere, some other time, I had looked into her eyes like that.

She seemed to notice it, too.

But if she did, she didn't let it surprise her. "G'night," she said, and walked down the steps, the patter of her feet echoing.

I went to sleep and had no more bad dreams that night.