Epilogue
It had been weeks since he had seen the holocron. He had begun to attune himself to the will of the Force. He knew that whatever fate the Galaxy had in store for him, he'd never be alone as long as he had the Force. And the Force, would always be there for him, embracing him as if he were its very own child.
He had returned to Coruscant and had finished addressing the Council on his mission. He had found himself eager to return to his quarters, where he could find some rest. Dante had spent quite some time getting to know Revan—a person who had also come to respect the younger Jedi. Over the time, they had become good friends and had even attended several of the mass celebrations that were held in Revan and Bastila's honour.
Now, Dante only found himself standing in the Council Room, watching the city's hustle and bustle. The sun was setting and the normally azure sky was painted aflame with the amber and violet streaks that spread across the city. The vehicles that sped along the sky seemed nothing more than embers in its never-ending flame. He wore the Jedi's traditional robes and brown cloak that covered him. He found it somehow warming, a past reminder of where he had come from and where it would inevitably lead him.
He couldn't help but smile. Some things don't change, he thought as he felt himself more in tune with the vibrations and ripples of life throughout the planet. He knew that the Force would guide him—would guide the Galaxy to true harmony. The war would soon come to its complete end and perhaps the restoration could begin. Already Telos had been targeted as a plan for—hopefully the first of many—restoration projects. The Ithorians would watch over the project and perhaps they would find a way to allow the Galaxy to heal and help bring a shattered Republic back on its feet. But for now, the Force would guide the rest of the Galaxy to peace.
Somewhere, in the darkened corners of the Galaxy, a figure sat alone, staring at the open space. The figure was biding its time. The Galaxy would know true pain and power of the Sith when the time would come. For now, there will come a time when the True Sith shall rise.
Revan had only delayed the inevitable. And nothing—not even the vaunted powers of the Force could stop the rise of power.
The figure smiled, perfect sharp teeth glowed radiantly through the darkness it basked in. In time, the figure thought, the Galaxy shall know Darkness beyond its own nightmares. In time, the Galaxy shall once more be ruled by the Sith.
The time would come. Revan would need to be lured back into the fold as the weakened factions warred against the Galaxy. No one—with the exception of Revan, Malak and Traya—knew of the power of the True Sith Empire. Revan would need to be called on soon enough, and Malak was already dead. Traya was nothing more than a beaten, crushed little animal that was cast out to die.
The Galaxy would once more fall into the fold of everlasting Darkness. The Jedi would never know what hit them.
Author's Note: I would just like to take the time to thank you all for being very supportive and generous in your reviews and I would like to thank you all most especially for reading my fanfic. This has been my first serious fanfic--and complete one at that-- and I am thankful that you all enjoyed it. I hope you look forward to reading many more of my fanfics in the upcoming future. And I will have a sequel to this one shortly-- with Revan (to some degree), the Exile, Atton and Visas being involved in the primary storyline. I've been thinking of other characters, but as far as I am aware, these ones will be playing out the next installment of this set. One more, I would like to thank you all for reading this, and I look forward to reading your fanfics too. Until then, May the Force be with You...