When Sari awoke she once more was in Force restraints and in her original cell. [Back to square one, only this time, there is a greater reason for them to try harder. I'm not just another Jedi anymore, not to them . . .]

What Sari guessed to be an hour later, the door opened and in walked . . . Bow? He had a different air about him though . . . a dark one . . .

"Bow?" Sari asked.

He reached out his hand with the Force and Sari flew towards him. She was brought to an abrupt halt as his hand clasped around her neck.

"Master, why? Why did you fa–" He squeezed, cutting her off.

"Your old master is dead. But I can still teach you . . . how about a lesson . . . in pain." Sari struggled to breathe, but when she found out that she couldn't, she thrashed around wildly, trying to escape his grasp. Her vision tunneled, and she felt light-headed, then he threw her into the far wall.

Sari had thought that this was possibly an escape attempt, but based on the force with which she hit the wall and the whole choking thing she wasn't quite sure. Usually, what they did was have a mock fight or something like that where they didn't hit each other with all they had, but instead made it to where it looked believable. But the Force lightning that he sent at her was at full power, and the resounding laughter of the dark lords and apprentices that filled the air added to her fear that this was real.

She waited for the little whispers that told her that it would be alright and to just go along with it and the soft blows of acting, but they never came. All she got was pain, and the realization that her master, her master was torturing her. But he wasn't just that, he was her friend, and now he'd fallen into the same thing that she was resisting, and that he had been resisting all of his life . . .

After accepting the fact that this was in fact her master, or at least her former master, the blows seemed to feel like the blows that the Sith Lords had dealt her. But it seemed wrong to think of Bow as a Sith. He would always be her master.

But this new person in Bow was a different story. It was the darkness that was torturing her, and she had to remember that. She had to remember that . . .

2 days later . . .

Pain . . . suffering . . . death . . . That's what a single Jedi felt when she was captured, and brought to the Sith base of the Southwest Shadowlands of Lonü.

She had heard stories when she was younger about the torture the Sith put Jedi through to try to convert them . . . and they weren't pretty. Now she was in the same position as those who had suffered and were suffering.

What could've been a child's scream cut through the air of the hallways near the torture chambers, but it was raspy and rough . . . almost as if they had lost their voice by screaming . . . [Not even the . . . padawans are spared.] She thought as she heard what sounded like a young girl's screams. [And if the padawans aren't spared, there's no telling what's in store for me . . .]

Sari, the young girl that was screaming, had been tortured continually for the last two days. On the first day, they started to use a Force phantom of Bow to torture her, making her believe that her master had fallen to the dark side. They kept using Force lightning, and because of her prolonged exposure to it, her nerves were beginning to be destroyed. Her muscles twitched, and went into spasms. She could barely stand, but they still didn't stop. They wouldn't until she had joined them. And it was getting harder and harder to refuse, especially when they started to use their special Sith poison on the second day.

Sith poison made it harder to resist the dark side by multiplying the anger of an individual. And it seemed to be working. On the first day, when they had started to use a Force phantom of Bow to torture her, she was horrified, but the next day, she was angry, angry at Bow for falling, angry at them for bringing her pain, and angry at Sarah for simply existing, even though she was only present in her mind . . .

[But I can't help but be here, I'm part of you! Well go away! No one wants you here!] Sarah didn't respond, instead she started to sing. Sari listened and was calm for a second, but then got angry again. [Shut up! No one wants to hear you!] Sarah kept singing. [I said shut up!] Sari slammed Sarah against the mental wall. [Sari, you need to calm down. The poison only adds to your anger. Be quiet!] Sari then hit Sarah, something she had never done before. Sarah was stunned. Sari's anger was extinguished when she realized what she had done. Sarah reached up and touched her cheek where Sari had hit her.

[Sarah . . . I . . . didn't . . .] But she was already gone. She had fled from the body completely, becoming nothing more than an empty disturbance in the Force, a disturbance that could also be felt by the Sith lords torturing Sari. Eyre nodded and left to find out what it was.

Sarah kept going until she came to a corner a ways off from where she started. There she began to cry, invisible to the normal eye. She didn't notice when Eyre came up to her.

"Now what's a girl like you doing here all alone?" Sarah was surprised, but she didn't show it. Instead she went through the wall she was seated against.

She ended up in a room that had the Jedi hunters, going on about how they had caught another Jedi. Sarah just sat there and cried. She cried for herself, for Sari, for Bow, and for whomever it was that the hunters had captured. She cried until she had no more tears . . . or at least until she had to go back to Sari because she was starting to fade. Sarah couldn't go for long periods of time without a body or one of pure heart in contact with her, otherwise she'd fade away. She was, after all, just a spirit, and a spirit couldn't live without a body, or some sort of attachment to the physical realm . . .

Sarah silently walked through the hallways back to the chamber that they were keeping Sari in. But for some reason she couldn't go through the door. [Huh, how can I not go through the door? What, I can't even go through the wall!] The whole room was covered in . . . something . . . something that stopped her from entering.

"Hello there." Sarah turned towards the voice. A figure in a black cloak was standing a few feet away from her. "I see that you can't get in. Is there something that you need inside, or is it someone?"

"Uh, it's kind of both. I need my body." Sarah said, allowing her voice to be heard.

"Oh, that's too bad. The place is in lockdown. No one goes in and no one comes out."

"Please, let me in. I know that you can." Sarah pleaded.

"Sorry, no can do." The Sith said calmly with a smile on his face.

"What am I thinking! There's no way he'll let me in. He's a Sith, he doesn't care if I die." Sarah whispered to herself.

"Die? You'll die?" Eyre questioned.

Sarah didn't answer.

"Oh, then that changes everything. Go right on in." The invisible barrier was lifted and Sarah entered, confused.

"Ok, Sith being nice to little girl's spirits, something's wrong here." She whispered to herself.

"No, nothing's wrong, It's just –"

"Eyre! Are you talking to spirits again? Really, just give it up, there is no such thing as ghosts, and there's no way that you're going to make me believe that they exist! Things die, and when they die they're gone forever! Their 'spirit' doesn't stay behind to haunt the killer, that's just youngling tales!"

"Spirits aren't always dead, get your facts straight." Sarah said as she walked through the wall and into the room. Sarah then eased herself back into the body, the argument of the two acolyte's echoing through the wall. [Hopefully Sari has calmed down a bit . . .]

Sari had calmed down a lot and was happy to see that Sarah had returned unharmed. [That one acolyte, Eyre, he's a bit superstitious, so he didn't really bother me. In fact he's the one that let me in here. Yes, I was afraid when I felt the wall go up that you would be trapped out there. But I'm not, so quit worrying. How's Bow, or do you know? No, but I don't think that they're torturing him. I don't think that killed him again either though . . . Sari, they caught another Jedi. I don't know what their name is or anything, but I thought that you would like to know. Maybe they'll stop messing with you for a while. Maybe, but probably not.] There was silence between them. [Sari . . . do you hear something? Like what? Like . . . someone screaming.] Sari listened and quieted her mind like Bow was teaching her to do. Someone was screaming; a female Jedi, in the base, a room or two down . . . [It's probably the Jedi that was captured recently. Poor heart, it's broken. What? His heart, it's cracked. Wait . . . his? It's a girl Jedi. No, it's her torturer. I want to heal his heart, but I don't want to be caught outside of the room if another wall goes up. Well what about the Jedi? Could you help her too? I could, but there is nothing wrong with her heart. It is strong, like a fire, like yours. It knows what has to happen, and is very connected with the Force. It feels everything around it, even the pain of others. It's hard to miss the pain of others. No, it's the . . . connections. It's what's happening as a result of the pain, not the pain itself.Oh. Well I hope that – Wait, he's - Wait, he's what? He's . . .Force-sensitive. Why is that so important? Because, if they find out he'll be subject to the same treatment that you are receiving now, and nobody deserves that. Yeah, I know . . .]