Chapter 16. To Walk Alone

Petyr did not move, even when Chandrilian Royal guardsmen entered the throne room. They used a shock net on Petyr and took him and Imelia's body. As they left the fortress exploded. Petyr awoke in a large bed with silk sheets. He got and dresses in the clothes sitting on the chair by the bed. "Good Morning sir…" A droid said entering the room. "Your grandfather the king is waiting for you in his private study…"

When Petyr entered the room Aurmon Dayhok was at his desk writing, 'So you are finally awake…" He said putting away his pin. "So tell me and speak truthfully boy…How did your mother die?"

"Where is her body?"

"In the family crypt…"

"A bolt of energy ricocheted off my father's lightsaber and killed her…"

Aurmon sighs, "My family has come to ruin thanks to that Jedi…" He looks at Petyr for a reaction but there is none. "What are your plans?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well the Jedi are asking a lot of questions in regards to two dead Jedi…" He pauses waiting for a response, none comes. "I can protect you, but you must remain here on Chandrila with me…" Reluctantly Petyr agreed to stay and as promised he kept the Jedi at bay through his machinations. After a while Aurmon began grooming his grandson for the throne as he had manipulated events to make himself King of Chandrila for life. Aurmon was an ambitious man as he intended to have Chandrila declare its independence.

"What is all this?" Petyr asked.

"My plans for the future…I intend to build a mighty empire from Chandrila…Not even the Republic will be able to compare…" As Aurmon spoke Petyr tuned him out. His plans were ambitious but what did Aurmon Dayhok know of true power or destiny. The days became weeks and the weeks months, the months became years and as time passed Petyr looked more closely at the future he forged for himself as a Sith and the one his foolish grandfather was trying to make for his bloodline. Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me…

("True Freedom comes when we can see what the galaxy is…what it could be and what we as Sith can make it…The Jedi adapt the Sith bends the Galaxy to our will…")

"I am free!" Petyr said to himself, he no longer needed or wanted his father's approval. He is dead now and Petyr still loved his mother, but he had grown beyond her. She couldn't help him reach his full potential. She was one of those chains that held him down. There was one last chain and it came in the form of his grandfather.

"Petyr! What are you doing here?"

He was waiting in the office, "That was the name my mother gave me…It is not my name anymore…"

He laughs, "What are you talking about…"

Severuss looks at the assistant that came in with him, "Leave us…" She looks at the King and he nods, "I am leaving…"

Aurmon sits down, "Leaving to go where?"

"I just came to tie up one lose end before I go…"

` "What are you talking about…" A few minutes later Aurmon is jumping from his window to his death. The headlines read…

King Aurmon Vance Dayhok the Third of Chandrila dies after committing suicide…His only grandson killed in speeder bike accident