Week 18: Sith Dynasty
86. eyes

Jacen had seen the same vision many times before, but this time, he saw the eyes clearly.

"Mine…" whispered the female voice. Then, he knew. Those eyes were Allana's eyes, which would grow pale as she followed him down the path he walked. Then, as if in response to Jacen's realization, Allana continued. "Yes, Daddy, you will conquer this galaxy, but it will be mine to rule."

Violet lightning flashed across the clouds that took the form of the adult Allana's face and then, the thunder rolled like sithly laughter. "Sixty-three worlds is not enough for my lovely Sith Empire."

87. nose

"Get up, child," Allana commanded her son before briskly leaving the gardens with her daughter. The boy groaned as he picked himself up. He was nothing short of jealous of his sister. Why did she have to be a girl and have the Force while he had nothing?

He sighed. That was the way things were. His grandfather did not pay him any attention because he did not have the Force and his mother and the rest of the Hapans, his own father included, frowned upon his every act because he was a lowly male. "Sith this, Sith that… kriff."

88. ears

Allana watched with a satisfied grin as three of her grandchildren sparred. Suddenly, the youngest yelped in pain as his eldest cousin, the Queen Mother's only surviving granddaughter, slashed off his ear. Any normal grandmother would have been shocked, but Allana was proud. She had been wise to breed her lousy son with her most eager protégé.

"Remember, the last one standing will rise to the Sith Council as well as my throne, and this applies doubly to female heirs." Her younger grandchildren, who stood with her along the sidelines, gasped as the twenty-year-old continued to behead her two cousins.

89. throat

Reil Djo clutched his throat as he tried to protest the way his mother pitched his daughter into that arena against her two eldest cousins, but no words came.

"A lowly male cannot possibly understand my new Sith ways, so be silent and be glad that you have served your purpose," snarled the aging Queen Allana as she widened her Force-grip just enough to keep him alive. First the arranged marriage to that demanding, forceful witch and now, she was turning his daughter into a ruthless murderer.

His wife added her grip to Allana's. "You gave me my heir. Die."

90. skin

Reil's skin turned a pale blue as his wife's words sank in. It was no secret that they hated each other, but was she really Sith enough to kill her own husband in front of their daughter and their young son? No! He had to protect his son from the fate that he had suffered all of his life. He had to fight, but how could he? He did not have the Force.

"You should have cooperated while you could."

"Let me go," he begged.

"As you wish." His daughter added her grip to theirs.

Then, his neck finally snapped.