I own no one in this.
A night on Nelvaan. Tired from fighting a Horax, which is a beast fifteen meters high, thirty meters long, and twenty meters wide, with four tusks and two horns. In other words, it's one impressive monster. As soon as possible, I slip off to sleep. I have a huge path ahead of me tomorrow
I'm in a field, like those found on Corellia, or in the Naboo countryside. I see two figures dueling. One is shrouded in a darkness that's almost like a cloak. What little of his face I can see looks like a human skull, and he hisses when he breathes. The other is a young man bathed in light who seems to be losing. Every time one strikes, their side gets stronger get stronger and they get quicker. I want to help the young man, but I can't move.
Beyond them are two men. One is clouded rather harshly pulling some taught, thick, jet-black ropes that I just now notice leading to the man in black, and is saying things like "Use my knowledge, I beg you." and "I can feel your anger. It gives focus, make you stronger." The other, who is quite visible, is lightly tugging some loose, translucent, white strings, and he says things like "You were my brother. I loved you."
This battle seems to last a while. Finally, the black man strikes a near fatal blow. As he strikes, the good man controlling the young man vanishes, and the young man collapses. The shrouded men don't think he's dead, but I know better. With that, the dream ends, and I wake up.