Peace is a lie, there is only passion! Those words the ancient darkness, whispered in his soul. What a twisted joke! The murderer of a culture, the conqueror of innocents, to have a spiritual existence deep inside him. Once he had a home, a family, friends and a woman he loves. But those were the illuminated years of the Jedi Enclave. Before the Mandalorian storm raiding and destroying planets. Before the ancient Sith. But the past hasn't got any importance now! Only the future of the Galaxy and the Great War, that will come. Behind his mask, looked the space battle between the Sith navy and the Jedi one, protecting a vital military base close to the Taris System. With his cunning skills they had found them unprepared, outnumbering them three to one. His Sith- Dreadnought, known in every corner of the world as "The Avenger" was leading from the center with Malak at the left wing. It was then that an alarm, warned him that intruders were aboard. Curious looked at his Captain who was coming full of fear. He looked the black haired officer trembling as he told him that a jedi strike team has invaded. Before he could finish his sentence, Revan force chocked the useless man who cried in desperation for some air and prepared himself for the duel.

He scanned the ship for the intruders and found they were three and powerful enough to fight against a dark Jedi but not against the Dark Lord and Rebuilder of the Galaxy! Then he trembled in his heart when he felt the presence of a fourth Jedi who lead them. It was her he whispered knowing that he could never strike her down.

"She will destroy you. Kill her Revan and free yourself"

Those were the words of Malak months after they found the Star Forge.

"I know what you dreamed" he had told him. "I also see her in my dreams but after Malachor, after Dromuund Kaas, after the breaking of my chains, I slay her every time."

How much he wanted to kill him that day, not to save the galaxy from one of the two monsters the Mandalorian Wars born. But because his twisted love and lust for power, drove him to torture and kill his only hope for salvation.

As he thought those moments, the door was open and four Jedi shining with the light side of the force, stood in front of him. They activated their lightsabers and they approached him, fighthing their fear with the ancient teachings of their masters. How pathetic they were but he knew that all happened for them and especially for their leader.

-You can't win Revan! She said looking him with only wish who brought only tears in his face.

-Kill me and darkness will conquer us all! He told and waited for their move.

As he knew they reluctantly walked near him, trying to understand what he meant. But soon they forget it, thanks to the passionate duel that followed. They tried to best him , but they were children playing with sticks. He could have killed them, but then his nightmares would have become true. Decisions! Everyone has to make a decision, once a jedi spirit told him. No one is safe from the grip of fate.

"You are just, what you choose to be"

As he thought those words he deactivated his sword and waited her to strike. Do it, he told her, strike me down Bastilla Shan. One of her companions warned her that it was just only a trap to drive her to darkness. He didn't cared about those stupid enough to see the deeds of evil everywhere. For a second he saw tears, flowing in her face and her hands trembling as she raised the doubled bladed sword.

-Do it Bastilla. Screamed a young blonde Jedi woman with passionate eyes. Strike him down and save everyone.

She tried but only cried more wispering why he did. With his right hand stroked her hand, making her to reveal the afraid child that lived inside her. I love you he wanted to tell her, on the contrary with not a single word coming out of his mouth, he walked towards her blade doing for her the mission the Jedi Counsil gave her.

"Malak"

He thought as he felt the turbolasers of the Leviathan mark him. He always knew that his lost friend and apprentice will follow the ancient tradition. The ship trembled as the arrays of death striked against it. Every inch of his body was in pain and blood streamed from his body. But as he died, the only thought was of her. If she died, then he would have tortured Malak in the centuries to come. He tried to feel her everywhere, until a warm hand took away his mask and looked those two gray havens, watching full of fear.

-Hello princess! He said with a sweet smile before he cough blood and loose his senses. He was ready to accept his fate, one last time.