His master was more interested in teaching him combat than strategy and at first he didn't mind because he liked that more anyway.
He couldn't remember his parents, his home, or even his own name, but he did remember a formation on a mountain that he liked to climb on. While he understood that being taken away at a young age meant it was unlikely he would remember anything at all he did wish he could recall more than rocks.
Maul – a name that was a subtle as he was supposed to be.
Red was the color of his skin and his lightsaber, black the color his tattoos, yellow the color of his eyes, and all the colors of the Sith. But his favorite color was dark blue.
Maul fell in love once. She was a bounty hunter for the Black Sun. He supposed she must have been killed during his attack but sometimes he wondered.
His master meant to rule an Empire one day and as the man's apprentice he should be learning the ways of government. But Sidious never taught him such things and Maul knew that he was to be replaced when he had served his purpose. He was untrained in strategy, but could at least tell the difference between a pawn and a key piece and knew which he was.
Maul hated Sidious at times, but he could never hold on to this hatred long enough to satisfy the Sith Master.
When Maul spoke to his master about revenge, he knew even then that he would never see it.
The last saber duel was exhilarating beyond measure and for one of the first times in his life he felt truly alive.
When he died he only had time enough to feel surprise.