(A/N So uh... A few things to note; I've only ever watched the first six movies. I have limited knowledge of Star Wars beyond that, but I got this idea in my head so I wanted to try it out.

Basically, what if a Sith knew the Dark Side was no good, but could not find their way to the light? What if they trained a young Padawan in the way OF the light instead, to try to get them away from the call of the Dark Side?

So basically here's that. Afaik there's going to be nothing Star Wars about this except for the setting and stuff. Don't expect much else beyond that. If that interests you, great! If you're not intrigued at all, then I don't mind you leaving right now and never looking back.

This is my first time writing for this Fandom, so if my names for people suck, again... I have limited knowledge of good names in the seried. The two main characters are Metai Fel (Met I Fell) and Icier (Ice Ear) so if those names SUCK ASS let me know and I'll think of something else.)

It started well over three hundred years ago, she thinks. When Jedi were weaker, fewer. When she was easily gullible. Her own master - her first one - she can't quite remember anymore. But she remembered that he was stern. Kind.

She also remembered how easily he fell on her blade. How, for the longest time, she tried to find serenity in the Dark Side. Yet... It never came. She never felt happy. Or free. Always restless, always plagued by the feelings of anger, bitterness, and on rare occasions, sorrow.

She wished sometimes that she would die. The Force, however, had deemed that unnecessary. Her supposed immortality was not what she had been promised.

(But it's not like she got anything that was actually sworn to her anyway. No, so why not be given something else that she didn't want?)

Metai Fel shook her head violently as her ship exited hyperspace. The Sith Lord was sadly here, at her destination. It was funny really. She hasn't wanted to listen to The Force in ages. Not when it did nothing but bring her pain. But lately, it just would not shut up. She kept feeling a pull. A pull that got worse over the last few weeks. She grit her teeth as the feeling grew stronger now that she was seemingly at the planet that...

She didn't know. She didn't know if there was something here for her or not. All she knew is that there was a disturbance that she kept feeling, and she would not get any rest if she left it unchecked.

(Not like it mattered though. It's not like she got rest anyway.)

The Sith grabbed at her brown hair and pulled it harshly, breaking her out of her thoughts and back to reality. She flew the ship in low and felt through The Force. She was shocked however when she felt nothing but the tiniest pull. It seemed as if now that she was here, whatever it was had backed off.

But something else to note, was that this planet seemed completely lifeless. Unlike the jungles of Kashyyyk, which thrived with life of all sorts. Unlike the desert planet of Tatooine, which had bandits and theives and other scum... This planet seemed empty. There was nothing but dirt, dust and rocks as far as the eye could see. Not even ruins of buildings were here. This was truly a planet outside of the explored reaches of space.

Then again, there was always a chance it was explored and deemed inhospitable. After all, as she flew, she saw nothing of any value at all. No minerals, no water, no plants. Nothing but a wasteland of... Emptiness.

(Just like her heart.)

She shook her head again, this time so violently that her own ship shook as well. Metai took a deep breath. She was not going to be stranded here, doomed to stare at dirt and the two suns circling the planet forever, with nothing else but her own thoughts to keep her company.

It was at this point that she felt it. The pull that she had been fighting the past few weeks. It was getting closer. She carefully flew the ship slightly lower, and when she flew over a hill, she saw it. A downed ship. Nothing special, it was something anyone could afford. In fact, it looked rather cheap. Metai could feel something in there calling to her. Her eyes widened slightly. The Force was relying its message to her.

Why she of all people, she can't fathom. But, corrupted as her connection to it, as little as she trusted it, The Force did nothing without a reason. And she kept that thought in mind as she landed next to the downed craft. As she made her exit (once determining if the atmosphere was safe to a human) she took note of the damage to the spaceship. Its engines were utterly finished, not even worth trying to salvage. There was some cosmetic damage to rest of the ship, as well as a medium sized hole near the front of the vessel. Metai thought about trying to find the entrance to the spaceship. It was almost certainly on the other side -

The Force roared in her mind. A call. A plea for help. Without even thinking of the fact that she hadn't saved anyone in centuries, she jumped up, her darkened red cloak flying in the wind. She landed perfectly through the hole in the ship, and immediately narrowed her eyes.

There was someone dead (she almost coughed at the smell) in the pilot seat. There was a large piece of metal sticking through the decaying man's chest. Metai sent the smallest thought (not a prayer. Never a prayer ever again) towards The Force. It may not have treated her well, but maybe it can treat this man to a peaceful existence now.

A sound, as well as another roar in The Force caught her attention. She whipped her head around and stalked down the small path beyond the cockpit. Her hand wavered cautiously over her Saber, as she went up to the door. It didn't open, but a small effort of The Force did that for her. Here, she was met with another gruesome sight. A young women was dead. The causes were either starvation or dehydration if the Sith had to guess. The woman also showed no signs of decay. Her skin was pale, but it seemed as if she had only recently died.

But something else caught her attention.

The baby near the woman, crying softly. As Metai stepped closer, she felt another, though small, wave through The Force. Her eyes narrowed intensly as she stared at the baby before her. The woman was curled up protectively against the infant, but that mattered little when she was dead. Metai reached over her and picked up the baby. However, when her hand touched the infant, she felt The Force still.

It hadn't been still in weeks. Even when it wasn't bothering her, there was still a feeling. An... Urgency. Now she supposes she knows why. Carefully, she pulls the baby in closely, looking at... Hmm, it was a boy. She stared into his eyes. Eyes red and black, so terrifing and horrible, met eyes so blue it was like the deepest ocean. The baby, where before he was sniffling and crying, now took one look at her, met her eyes, and smiled.

And then she felt it. A wave of happiness. Not from The Force. From... From the baby. Merely an infant and he was already not only able to project emotions through The Force, but he was able to send out a distress.

Not even some of the most powerful Jedi or Sith were capable of this; at least not so far away. Metai studied the infant boy with more curiosity. She almost touched his cheek, but remembered how sharp her claws could be. Maybe she should get better arms. The claws were pointless now that she had no one to threaten. Simple hands, normal hands could suffice.

However, the infant gladly reached his own hand out and firmly grapsed one of her metal fingers with his own. He laughed. Laughed. Another wave of happiness and... Contentedness found its way to her. She almost scowled. This boy should be terrified of her. If he was powerful enough in The Force to communicate like this, then he should know what she feels like. Know what she IS.

And yet... Another feeling comes in. Safety. Metai is torn between killing the infant now and leaving immediately... And keeping the young boy safe from the rest of this horrific universe. She sighs heavily as she stares back to what she can only assume is his mother. She sends again, a small thought to The Force. She hopes that his parents can find peace.

She takes one look at the baby before tucking him close, and walking back to the hole in the ship. She jumps down, using The Force to slow her movement and walks over to her ship. As she enters, she realizes... The boy has no name. She gives it some thought as she sits in the pilot seat, holding him with one arm as she turns the ship back on and sets it into hyperspace. Metai looks down at the young boy. He smiles up at her, and she scowls. It does not deter the boy however.

"What is your name, little one?" She asks, her voice deep and scary for most, and yet the boy merely giggles happily. She tries to ask his name again, this time using The Force to try to communicate.

It does not work.

She rubs her forehead, and then looks back down at the boy.

"I will need that name sooner or later child." She says, a commanding tone that would have brought weaker men to their knees. The boy simply laughs. Metai... Metai does not know why she feels so amused. "Child, if you do not tell me your name, then I will simply give you one." It occurs to her now that she is actually going to have to raise a baby. A child. Because yes, she will raise this boy. He is far too connected to The Force to remain hidden from anyone else.

A Jedi will try to recruit him against the Sith. A Sith will try to do the same. And while she has no illusions about who and what she is, she knows that if she raises him, there is a chance he can grow up to be normal. She looks into his eyes again. They really are so blue. Just like water. Like... Like ice. She gives a smile towards the boy, and though most would find it terrifying, the boy merely smiles back.

"How about Icier then?" The boy laughs and another wave of happiness washes over her. It's... Discomforting yes, but... Not entirely unwanted.