I screamed.

I screamed as I watched my father's body fall to the floor, never to move again.

That's when things started to get weird. The battle around us suddenly stopped, and my father's red hair started to fall out. I stepped back, confused, the tears in my eyes blocking my vision and the dust everywhere making them itchy.

Then my father opened his eyes, but they weren't his usual blue. They were yellow.

I screamed once more, backing away as my father got up, his movements so exaggerated I could swear he was a zombie. Maybe he was. With no hair and yellow eyes, he did look like one.

Then he dropped to the ground again, his body bursting into flames. Over my own screaming I could hear him shout, "I hate you!" in an unfamiliar voice.

"Look what you've done, Satine!" I heard another voice shout, and suddenly my sister's deranged face appeared right in front of my eyes. I screamed again, backing away once more.

"This is all your fault! You're the reason he's dead!" She said, pointing to the body of a man I wasn't sure was my father anymore. Then she pointed at another body, but I only caught a glimpse of it, too quick to see who it was.

With that, Bo lunged for my face. I knew it was too late to back away, but suddenly another man came into view, someone completely unfamiliar to me. He was handsome, with short, strawberry blond hair and a beard covering the rest of his face. He pushed Bo away, covering my sight of the burning man. But his gaze seemed to go straight through me, as if I wasn't there.

Behind him I saw a bunch of people in the exact same armour approach, all holding the exact same weapons, as if they were clones of each other. Then they all pointed their guns at the man in front of me, who ignited his fancy blue lightsaber only to be shot by all the clones at once. His body fell to the floor at my feet, and I screamed once more.

I heard cackling in the background, and saw blue lightning light up the sky. Then came a Zabrak, with red and black skin. His eyes were also the uncanny yellow of the burning man, and he looked at me with utter hate in his unforgiving eyes. I looked down at his feet and was surprised to see mechanical legs instead. In his hand he wielded a lightsaber, but it was black, illuminated by white around the edges. Then the Zabrak started to laugh, a maniacal laugh that sent a shiver down my spine.

"I'm stronger than you," I heard my mother's voice whisper out of nowhere, which only increased the Zabrak's creepy laughter. I glanced at his other hand, where he held an intricate tiara.

It was beautiful, but at the same time, it looked deadly. It was made out of a grey metal, deeper than the blackest storms yet shinier than the finest beskar. It was embedded by a number of jewels, some red, some blue, with the centre gem being a deep purple. The tiara was shaped to look like an intricate flower, and on the petal outlines were the blue and red gems. The real scary part about it was the circlet. Where the tiara met the wearer's head, were many deep spikes, which made it impossible to wear, without stabbing yourself in the skull.

The Zabrak smiled as I came to my realisation. He lifted the tiara forward, and I tried to scramble away, but it was as if I was held in place by some invisible force. I could barely scream as the spikes cut into my head, into my skin, into my skull. Eventually, the Zabrak seemed to fade into the darkness, but the tiara was not gone. No, I felt my blood seeping through my hair, and the infinite sting of the cold air on my open wound.

I tried to avert my attention from my open wound by examining my surroundings once more. Suddenly I saw a ship flying in the sky, an old piece of junk, followed by a Mandalorian in shiny beskar armour.

A man wearing an elaborate helmet appeared in the background, wielding two lightsabers, one purple and one red. He reached out his hand towards me, almost like he wanted me to take it.

A flash of lightening appeared, striking the man with the two lightsabers as he fell to the ground, and nefarious laughter filled the air.

At that point I was too scared and confused to scream or back away, so I only watched as a Gungan in an ominous robe approached, with those same yellow eyes that seemed so prominent. I felt the blood ebb even harder near my head wound.

"You were supposed to bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness!" Shouted another voice I could not recognise, and the creepy Gungan smiled, igniting a red lightsaber. I heard heavy breathing in the background, as if through a mask or helmet. Then he took a step closer, and begun to swing the fatal weapon directly towards me as I felt the tiara seemingly dig even deeper into my skin-

Then everything went black.