Note: i know it has been a while since i last updated this story but i am putting three chapters up now to make up for it.

Chapter 7

Who are you? the voice asked.

"I am Revan." Revan shouted in reply. He was standing on a large stone structure. He had been there before when he was a Sith Lord, but this was not a memory.

You are not Revan. the voice seemed to come from all around yet nowhere at the same time.

"I am." Revan was constantly looking around trying to find the source of this voice.

Revan was power. Staring into him one could see the lives and the battles that lay before him. Staring into you there is nothing but weakness and loss.

"That is not true." there was something familiar about the voice though he could not figure out what.

Isn't it? You pretending to be a Jedi who is pretending to be a Sith, but actually you are neither. The voice seemed to change, one moment it sounded like one person then the next it was someone else entirely.

"I have transcended the teaching of both the Jedi and the Sith." Revan said into the empty air around him. "I have learned the strengths of both and mastered the Force. Not just the dark side or the light but the essence of the Force itself."

Is that what you have done? Or rather have you failed at being both and have simply run away?

"I run from nothing." Revan was starting to get angry. Who was this and who was he saying that he knew anything about Revan and what he had gone through?

You run from everything. The Jedi, the Sith, your friends and even your own wife.

"I left to protect them. I had to deal with this on my own."

You left to protect yourself. You are not Revan. You are merely a shell that uses his name as your own. Revan knew what he wanted and he did everything to get it.

"Who are you to tell me who Revan really was, who I really am?"

Who am I? the voice seemed to crispin, "I am everything that you are not. I am everything that you are afraid to be." Revan turned following the source of the voice toward the entrance of the long walkway. There stood a man garbed in dark robes with battle armor on underneath. A black mask covering his face and a dark hood covering his head.

"You ask who I am." The figure said. Revan started to move towards the figure. "but the fact of the matter is that you already know who I am." Revan had seen this figure countless times, in old hollows, vids on the mandalorian and the Jedi Civil war, but mostly in his memories. Any one that involved him looking into his own reflection. The real question is…" the figure reached up and took off the mask, revealing Revan's own face underneath. "The real question is who are you?"

Revan shot up in bead trying to catch his breath. He looked around the dark room and ran his fingers through his short black hair. His hair was soaked with sweat.

What was that all about? Was that some sort of vision?

Revan knew it wasn't a dream, it was far too vivid, but it didn't feel like any vision that he had ever had. Revan was no stranger to visions coming to him while he slept. When he was searching for the star forge he would have one almost every week, but he felt more like an observer. Someone watching from the crowed, and never did they terrify him.

This was something different he knew. Possibly due to his time spent on Dromund Kaas that it was starting to affect him in some way. Why now? He had been here for over two years.

Revan was about to get up but when he leaned over the bed he saw Saross lying on the floor asleep. Even though she had her own room and her own bed every night she would sneak in to Revan's room and sleep on the floor, so that if he needed her she would be there ready to help.

It annoyed Revan to no end but he wasn't sure what he could do to stop her. Instead he would leave a soft blanket on the ground so she could have some resemblance of comfort. But now he did not want to get up for fear of waking her. She worked hard enough for him all day and she needed what little rest she could get.

So Revan just lied back in his bead and stared at the ceiling. He still slept on the left side of the bead. He couldn't bring himself to sleeping in the middle just the thought made him quake. He had found himself more then once waking up at night and searching for the warm comfort of the body that he expected to be there.

He closed his eyes as he again pictured Bastila. His wife. Those words never stopped giving him joy. When he had first met her he had lost his memories and thought that he was a man by the name of Eruta Ken and she had been nothing but rude and mean to him. Revan in turn thought she was the most spoiled brat he had ever met and wanted nothing more then to slap her. If it wasn't love at first sight then what was it?

Bastila had been one of the Jedi strike team that boarded his ship in the Jedi Civil war. Malak then took the opportunity to fire on the bridge hoping to kill the Jedi and Revan along with them. He killed most of the Jedi and nearly killed Revan but Bastila used her incredible connection to the force to save his life leaving a permanent bond between them.

The council then whipped Revan of his memories and gave him knew ones, making him a loyal solder of the republic ready to lay down his life fighting the Sith. Thus Eruta Ken had been born. Revan was still unsure if he was Revan or still Eruta Ken who went by Revan.

Maybe that was what his dream had been telling him.

Because of the bond he and Bastila shared there had always been a deep connection between them, and they had both often wondered if their love grew from that or out of their true feelings.

At the time Eruta Ken had no doubt that what he felt for her was his true feeling that came from love. But since then he had begun to wonder. Wonder at the true concept of love. He often thought back to Meetra Surik. Revan's old friend and trusted General from the Mandalorian wars. He knew she had had feelings for him once, but he had said that her love sprung from a place of respect and admiration for him. That strong love like feelings were bound to grow from that.

But was love truly a feeling? Sure the Jedi would like to say it is. But Revan wondered if maybe love was a choice. That one did not really fall in love with someone but instead chose to love them. But then one could chose to stop loving someone.

Revan slapped his face a few times. This was getting him nowhere. He needed to rest. He called on the force and used it to put himself in a resting trance. He would wake up feeling refreshed and good as knew in the morning.