Izuku knelt by his mother's lifeless form. He held her cold dead hands close to his chest before moving them to his lips, kissing them gently before laying them down across her chest. He stared at the burnt hole in her breast. Right through the spot where her heart used to beat. It still glowed a faint amber, the cauterizing effect left over from the crimson blade.
Izuku let his senses return to him as a gentle hum of energy lingered in the air. Standing spitefully a few feet away was a figure clad head-to-toe in black garments sporting a full helmet to conceal their identity. In the figure's tightened grasp was a metallic hilt, powered on, bleeding a crimson-red blade of hateful energy. The figure took a few heavy breaths, clearly coming off of an adrenaline spike. They slowly but surely began to laugh, a cold and heartless laugh ringing through the helmet's voice vocoder.
"Hahahahahaha…ahahahaha…aaahhh, too weak, Jedi. Too weak to let go of your attachments and now…well, now I have taken that which you held most dear. I can feel you wallowing in despair. Your fear; your anger; your hate; your suffering. Fall, Jedi. Give yourself to the Dark Side."
The figure gently offers their hand toward Izuku in an almost pleading gesture. As if silently begging for him to take it.
Izuku tried his best to keep his emotions in check but found his spirit dwindling. His tears burst forth as he finally let his grief and sorrow flow like water. Sobs wracked his frame as he recalled images of his mother throughout his life. He recalled her revealing her true heritage, guiding him in the ways of the Force, her love, and her warmth. Her smile. Her laughter. All of it is now gone.
Grief soon bled into anger. Anger at the dark side user for taking her from him. Anger at himself for being too weak to protect her. Anger at the Force for allowing this to happen!
Izuku gripped his lightsaber in his hand with a blinding fury slowly bubbling forth. His knuckles turned white as his thumb hovered over the ignition switch. He wanted to kill his foe! As his rage reached its boiling point he suddenly remembered his mother's words.
If there is one thing I want you to remember above all else Izuku it's this: Trust in the Force. No matter what the future holds you mustn't lose your way. Steadfast, my son. The Force will be with you, always.
Izuku let his grip on his saber slacken as he let out a calming sigh. He opened his watery emerald eyes with a newfound strength. He slowly rose from the ground as he finally let his voice be heard.
"Attachments do not make one weak. Being a slave to attachments, and holding onto them even after they are gone is where weakness comes from. You say you have taken something from me? No, you have taken nothing. My mother's memory lives on. She lives on, in the Living Force. I now rise above. I shed my shackles and rise with the Force. For I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me."
Izuku stands proudly before the dark figure as he two-hands his saber hilt in front of him and ignites it. A vicious buzz reveals a brilliant white blade of pure energy emitting from the hilt.
The dark sider brandishes a defensive posture with their crimson saber crossed diagonally in front of their chest.
"You can't hope to stand against me alone. You have no allies to come to your aid now, for the battle holds their attention." the figure hisses in anger.
"You are mistaken. My ally is the Force and it is a powerful ally.
A momentary standoff occurs before the figure leaps forward letting loose a primal roar with the swing of his lightsaber. Izuku remains calm and intercepts the sloppy hit with ease.
And so the final fight begins.