I rose in front of my Sith master, Darth Sorin, and presented him with my darksaber.

"This is my darksaber. The weapon I have fought with. I built it myself of bits of debris from a crashed ship and a black crystal from in a smuggled bag of goods."

I showed it do him and he took it in his hands, igniting it and inspecting everything about it.

"That is some true lightsaber forging skills. And it works perfectly." He grinned and deactivated it, giving it back to me. "You are indeed a very well-trained person already. But you wish to learn the Dark Side of the Force, correct?"

"Yes, I do, master." I nodded. "I pledge myself to your teachings."

"Excellent," he walked into another room and beckoned me to follow. He led me into a room full of tan battle droids shaped like human figures, armed with blasters.

"This is a training room to see how well and quick you can slay a mass quantity of enemies. But they are intelligent battle droids from the attacks of Seperatists before and during the Clone Wars." He walked over to a control panel and pushed a few buttons. Suddenly the floor in the arena started moving, some chunks of the ground rising up and other sections of the floor sinking deep into it. Sections of the walls open and platforms containing more droids emerge from the walls.

"Their weapons are set from kill to stun, as well. So you shouldn't be able to die if you are shot. And this switch here," he pointed to a big yellow turning switch, "is what turns the droids on and off. If ever you fail to kill them all in the shortest time possible, I will deactivate the remaining droids. So relax, this should be simple."

I turn on my darksaber and watch as the droids are activated when Master Sorin turns the switch. The droids simultaneously stood up on both their legs, their heads emerged out of their chest, and as they pulled a blaster off from their backs, they turned to face me.

"Let the simulation begin," I hear my master's voice speaking to the droids.

"Roger, roger." One droid says as it makes a fist with its hand. Soon all the droids do the same and I hear countless "Roger, roger. Roger, roger. Roger, roger."

I ignited my darksaber and watched as the droids aim their blasters at me. Once one shoots, I suddenly burst with Force energy and I run to one droid, deflecting its shot into its torso, I jumped to the wall, rebounded off and flew over another droid. I decapitated one droid and I Force shoved another off a high ledge. A flurry of red bolts flies to me and I repel each shot, hitting either a droid or the wall. I Force dashed again, this time through the wave of droids. I swung my blade in front of me and I see a wave of droid parts and I hear droids scream when I dash toward them. I Force jumped up to a high ledge and landed in a somersault, slicing a droid in half in the process. One droid shoots to me and I wave my blade, bouncing the bolt back at it, knocking its head clean off its shoulders. I looked around for any surviving droids and I dropped down to the floor. I hear a shot behind me and hold my blade over my shoulder, deflecting the bolt back into the droid. I hear it squawk and hit the floor without turning my head. I looked at the wreckage of droid bits and I see my master clapping slowly and nodding in approval.

"Yes. Lord Venison, you are a skilled fighter, the most skilled I have ever seen. And you're so strong with the Force that you learn it so fast. Very impressive." He smiled a wide toothy grin. "I know the Sith are supposed to traditionally be aggressive and rule through anger and hate, but I was known as," he gulps, "the Cowardly Sith."

I walked out of the training arena and looked over at him.

"Why did they call you that?"

"Because I never actually came in contact with the Jedi. I knew how to take down battle droids. Other than that, I was overwhelmed. I mostly fled a battle from a Jedi, because I know just how powerful they are. I soon learned how anger and aggression can help me teach the ways of the Dark Side, but I guess I was so aggressive with my last apprentice, my Force lightning messed with his head."

I ignited my darksaber and pointed it at Lord Sorin.

"You trained Rakine the ways of the Dark Side. It was your lightning that gave the Dark Side in him possessive power. It was you that-" I stopped and realized my one flaw at the Jedi Temple. I realized now everything that happened in that battle. I was wrong. "I didn't fight Rakine, I fought you. You possessed him into chopping off my antlers. You ruined everything for me on Zant. You ruined my life and brought me here to train me myself. This was all your doing." My hand shakes in anger as I raise my darksaber. Right before I jumped in the air to slash Sorin down, he stops me in midair with the Force and throws me into a wall on the opposite side of the arena. I hit the ground and when I looked up at Lord Sorin, who now towered above me, the small wave of his wrinkled hand had knocked my head into the floor with such force I hold my forehead in pain. I couldn't do anything but watch as he wove his hand at me.

"You are my apprentice now. You won't remember that you tried to kill me, or that I taught Rakine the Dark Side. You will remain loyal to me, your master Darth Sorin, you will and rise as Darth Venison." He grinned at me as I slowly start repeating the words he spoke to me.

"I am your apprentice now." I can't stop myself from repeating his words. It's as if he is controlling my body now. "I won't remember that I tried to kill you, or that you taught Rakine the Dark Side." But I know he did, I almost killed Rakine but he was innocent. He was possessed by this dark lord. "I will remain loyal to you," I feel like screaming at myself as my vision starts to fade slowly. "My master Darth Sorin." I start to grow numb in pain and I feel my eyes slowly closing a trance. "And I will rise as Darth Venison." My eyes close completely and the words "Darth Venison" echo in my mind as I blacked out on the cold metal floor.

I woke up in a bed, I felt the bandages on my body were gone. My antlers were still gone, but I still remember how I lost them. Rakine has rid me of my antlers and so my very purpose on Zant. I got up out of the bed and looked at myself in a mirror on the wall of the metal chamber I was in. I still had no loincloth, still nothing over my body. I was still naked. My darksaber was sitting on the table beside the bed. I looked closely at myself as I saw my reflection begin to change. It morphs into what I looked like in the past, my antlers on my head and my loincloth on my waist. I still see the black fur dye, covering my whole visible body, over my naturally tan body. The image in the mirror starts to change, the antlers break off, blacker singe marks form on my chest and I start to feel the same shocking pain again as it grows back. Bandages wrapped around my torso and the dome of my head, the loincloth disintegrates in thin air. The bandages melt off and I now looked like my current self, how I remember myself looking the last time I was conscious.

The image continued to change and my antlers disappear from my head completely and big a metal plate started to cover the back of my head. Big metal stubs, which resemble the pommel end of my darksaber, start to drill into the back of my head, just behind my ears, and down to the skull, where my antlers attached to my head. I am caught holding the back of my head, screaming loudly in tremendous pain as the metal drilling in my head stops. Then two metal machines started to emerge out of the stubs in my head. They start to fan out into four individual lightsaber emitters, all vertical to each other, the four sabers in each side of my head stuck out behind my ears up to the top of my head. Like where my natural antlers once grew. The lightsaber emitters stopped growing in length all I felt was a slow wave of anger begin to form. Is this what's becoming of me? When the anger grew, all eight of the "antler-sabers" ignited, a red blade sticking out of each emitter in my head. When the anger died down, the blades shrank back into the back of my head. I stared at my reflection in fear when I realized my new self. My anger is my most dangerous weapon.

I watched as my mirror reflection kept transforming. The image closed its eyes and black dye started to cover his closed eyelids and make black circles marks around the eyes. The black started to run down to both the sides of my nose in two spikes. From the corner of the eye down to the nose. My image kept its eyes closed as its body started shifting. A set of thin black pants and a long, black tunic started forming over my body, down to my wrists. A tunic started growing over the shirt, an even darker black than the shirt itself. A thick tan line ran from the front of the shirt down to the center of my chest and ended in a spike. Smaller tan lines started spreading from that line and circled around my torso, all parallel to each other. A dark brown belt grew round my waist, two curved, gray lightsabers hanging on the sides. Black leather gloves started to cover my hands, all three fingertips to about halfway at my elbows. Thin black leather boots formed in the middle of my legs and ran down to my hoofed feet, a flat sole grew on the bottom, straightening my feet to the floor. I looked as a large black cloak lowered from the ceiling of the room and rest upon my shoulders and locked at my chest, the cloak began covering my entire body with its large cape. The cloak's hood covered my ears and antler-sabers in my mirror image. Suddenly the words echoed through my mind again.

"Darth Venison."

My mirror image opened it eyes and revealed the Sith colors, yellow with a red outer ring on the irises. It started chuckling menacingly and when it stopped chuckling, it's fanged grin snarled at me. I started screaming and the screams began echoing throughout this small chamber that I woke up in. I am surrounding by my own fear and screams and everything started to close in on me. The walls started moving closer to me, and the mirror falls over me. Instead of crushing me, the mirror image's appearance closes on me. I'm suddenly wearing the Sith outfit and I feel the metal antler-sabers in my head. I start screaming in agony and everything flashes to black.

All I know now is one thing. Eyt Pezymn is dead. Darth Venison has awakened.