Soralis stood in the middle of a graveyard. A shimmering mist hung over the headstones, the stars shown bright and clear in the desert's night sky.
"I am the harbringer of death. His sorrow upon the world, his gray joke on his enemies." She told the Jedi beside her. "The dead speak out to me. I cannot help but to answer them." she turned to face him.
"You must know what I face. What you will face if you decide to let the bond stay." she turned back to the graveyard. "This is only the tip of the iceberg. It gets worse."
Other images, stranger and more horrible than the graveyard answered an unseen summons. Demonic hordes, a dying earth. Bodies stacked like cordwood. Darkness creeping over world upon world like a foul blanket. And beyond that. An evil older than time, more powerful than he had ever sensed. The first evil, sensing a new power, lusting after it. After him.
"With power, comes price. You are just beginning to know it. Can you stand to watch your friends grow old and die while you remain as you are? Can you stand against the evil that will whisper in your ear, that will tempt you?" she walked closer.
"Will you be able to hold the power that the Isisethrene will bring through the link we share? For you will be able to call on the powers that I command. All of them. Just as I will be able to call on yours. Both the sweet and bitter. And the bitter will far outweigh the sweet."
Qui Gon swallowed. "You have fought alone for along time, haven't you?"
Soralis smiled humorlessly. "More than three thousand years. And eternity stretches out before me. Such is the price of immortality."
"Someone must help you. Someone must keep you from falling." Qui Gon replied
"It isn't an easy choice Qui Gon,"
"I know," he told her. "But you shouldn't do it alone."
"Gods help you then." she sighed, holding out her hand.
"May the force help us both." he took the proffered hand in his own.
Power flared around them in an agonizingly bright wave of light.
Qui Gon opened his eyes. They were translucent gold.