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Prologue

He didn't know when it was, the staring point. Was it the day when he met the Exile or when they left from Malachor V? Or…actually he always knew it but didn't want to remember. He wanted to forget this little dream, vision; he didn't know how to call it. But it came again and again haunting him in his dreams.

Korribean. The home of Siths, place filled with the darkness so much he almost could see it. Why in the world he came into this cave instead of leaving the Exile alone as he was asked to? He wanted to play a hero? No, something different was here. Curiosity? Yes, maybe it was the right word to describe what he felt while entering this dark place.

Bright light flashed somewhere in front of him as he entered into the small room. Chill went down his skin as he realized he wasn't alone. Two silhouettes fought in almost complete darkness – Jedi and Sith. So different, so alike in the dim light of their lightsabers.

At first moment he rushed to help the Exile but then he realized he was wrong. He…Exile…wasn't here. There were someone else.

Even with his untrained Force perception he could feel the aura of light around the Jedi. He had…so bright Force…so strong! He shuddered when he turned to the Sith. He never felt such darkness in his life even facing dark Jedi masters. This creature was like the dark side itself, no more or less.

But just who were they? He stopped not really knowing what to do. It was impossible to help the Jedi – the opponents moved at the speeds he could never dream of. If he tried to fire he could end up hitting the wrong person. So he just stood and watched.

The Jedi moved his ligthsaber close to his opponent's masked face and for a moment he saw him and tried to do his best not to scream. Jedi's face…it was...him! More concentrated, more serious but it was like he was looking at the mirror.

"It just can't be," he whispered stepping back feeling fear coming closer to his heart.

Of course, it was a nightmare and all he had to do was to awake but he couldn't! It was too real to be just a dream.

Jedi stepped back avoiding the strike. Looked like the Sith was becoming stronger with every minute while the movements of his opponent started to weaken.

Another strike – and the blue lightsaber cutting the mask fell on the floor of the cave like its owner. Dead.

"No," he whispered looking at this awful scene. Why did he do nothing to stop it? A second later he realized that he had bigger problems than to think about it.

The Sith turned to him his red lighsaber ready to strike and he suddenly understood he was defenseless. But he couldn't help but just stand and stare at the Sith's face. His own face full of rage with those nonhuman features dark side of the Force added. The Jedi…then the Sith. Both of them had his face, what was the reason of it?

Red weapon rushed to his face and all his thoughts disappeared at the same time. Here was the enemy, him or not, but he had a lightsaber and intended to kill him. To survive – that was the purpose and to know the truth was only the second one. Another strike – and his hand found something his unlucky double had lost. Small metal cylinder were made just like for him – so comfortable it felt to hold it. He activated it just in time – the red lightsaber was ready to kill him.

"Not..so..fast," he forced himself to smile to feel better parrying the strike and then another one and another. This Sith was really strong and he wasn't a match for him – he understood at the moment he began the fight. But did he have a choice?

"Come on, say something, you!" he shouted loosing his temper while parrying another attack. "Why are you doing it?"

The Sith was silent and it scared him a lot. Another attack – and it finally happened – he moved his untrained hand too far and this creature stroke him. Pain was overwhelming. He fell on his knees holding his side. The Sith came closer preparing for the final strike.

"No…" he whispered with his shaking lips. "I…don't wanna die."

He didn't want to die…because…just because there were so many pazaak games he hasn't won yet. Because his name wasn't carved yet close to the names of the best pilots in the galaxy. There were still so many things to do. To win the war against the Siths, to help the Exile…Not just because he wanted money or glory…just because it felt like the right thing to do.

And the darkness began to dissipate almost like it heard his thoughts. The dark silhouette of the Sith disappeared leaving him alone and the light came closer.

He opened his eyes to find himself in the pilot's seat at Ebon Hawk.

"I slept all the time?" he thought in panic. But the dream was so real…how in the world it could be? There weren't a scratch at his side, just impossible!

"Just a dream," he sighed with joy and then realized that just a little thing didn't fall into the puzzle. Blue-crystal lightsaber was laying in Atton Rand's hand peacefully crashing all his possible theories.