This all seems like a dream... I have dreamt of my freedom for so long and now it is real... or is it? Is it all just a ruse? I can not truely be sure. He is Sith, they always have motive, they are always planning and scheming.
I remember as remembering a dream...
I remember the day when the overseer had been displeased because i had fought yet another of the Sith lords that he wanted me to bed for his own profit. I had gotten a hold of the young lords knif and cut up his hand. The overseer had punished me badly and i thought i would die when he left my in my cage but i awoke to see... him... the man from my past, the one that had saved my life when they came to raid my village.
I had lost conciousness and when i awoke again he was gone.
Several days past before he came to the slave pens again. i thought that he wanted a toy just like all the other lords as he tried to buy me from the keeper, but the keeper was suspicious towards him and he and his two guards started asking questions and bullying him, judging by the lords eyes which had gotten narrower, the keeper wasn’t a smart man at all. I saw the lords jaw clenching tighter and tighter, and his eyes narrowing with anger and i got a strange feeling that something was about to happen almost like when a storm is comming. All of a sudden the lord literally exploded, his eyes glowing slightly more red with rage as his lightsabers ignited with a hiss, drawn faster than my eyes could even follow one of the two guards was dead and falling to the floor before the lightsabers had even reached their full length. The lord turned his blades on the other guard, the slave keeper managed to ignite his lightsaber and prepare for the fight. I was strangly concerned for the lord as i knew the keeper was a seasoned fighter and he was pushing the lord backwards with each step and seemingly blocking each of the lords blades as if he had two swords himself. I saw the lord slip and fall backwards out of balance and the keeper using this to his advantage, the keeper stepped in with a sweeping blow which almost took the lords head off had he not thrown himself farther backwards. The very tip of the keepers’ lightsaber connected with the lords face, dragging a wide gash across one cheek, his nose and up his eyebrow. Blood spurted in the air as the burning blade seared flesh as fast as it cut through it. Again i couldn’t help but feel concern for this man who was still also an enemy to me. As the lord hit the floor he seemed to lose consciousness for a moment, but as the keeper was about to deliver the final blow, the lords eyes flew open, now positively ablaze with rage. A sudden thrum of power threw the keeper backwards, making him somersault through the air, but stopping midair about three metres from the floor and hanging there sprawling and fighting some invisible power, suddenly looking unsecure. The lord rose slowly from the floor, his eyes blazzing. His gaze fixed on the man floating in midair as he raised a single hand and making a crushing motion. I expected that the lord would choke the keeper as i had seen the keeper do it often enough himself and even felt it myself. But i could only watch in horror as the keeper seemed to cave completely in on himself, spraying blood and gore on the floor below him. I thought i would be next when he slowly turned his eyes towards me as i stood frozen hearing the other slave girls around me whimpered with panic, but when i meet his gaze the fury in them seemed to die out and his shoulders slouched. He just stood amidst the bloodshed, seemingly oblivious at what he had done. Then suddenly he started moving towards my cage, cutting off the locks of the other slave cages as he went, opening my cage last. He grabed me by the arm firmly and pulled me along. I was still unable to do anything but follow and none of the other slaves moved an inch, still paralyzed with fear: I wanted to run but to my surprise his grip was a firm grip but not brutal, so i did not do anything afraid that if i did he would kill me just like he had killed the keeper. The next couple of hours seemed to fly by. He dragged me to a ship and lifting off, commanding the spaceport authorities to ‘stay out of sith business’.
After a couple of hours, the ship landed on a planet i had not been on before and he dragged me into the city to an apartment and placed me on the bed, letting go of me and standing taking a deep
breath and the seemed to relax.
I wanted to run but i could not... Something held me back, something in his eyes. He told me i was free and he took my collor of crushing it under his boot.
He told me that he would help me if i wanted to go and again i could not... i tried to go but it just felt wrong somehow. This man Qarthan was his name he told me, was my enemy a Sith lord, but had exciled himself by killing the keeper and setting me and the other slaves free.
Why...? He spoke of a connection ever since he had saved me on Alderaan. I didnt understand but i had no where to go.. All i knew was the pens... So i stayed, following him back to the ship to try and hide from those that would come for him... for us... He told me he would teach me to defend myself and on the ship he gave me food and treated me like an equal? He told me i had a connection with the force and he would not budge from testing me even thou i told him that i did not and that the Sith had already tested me back at the accademy.
I felt strangely drawn to him... it became stronger as the time passed and he showed me that i indeed held power over the force...
Then he kissed me... only light... I felt the surge of the force strongly as our lips meet and i knew what he had meant about our connection but i couldent... all the memories of the other sith lords, so i left him and when to where he had given me a room to sleep on the ship. I couldnt sleep because every time i closed my eyes i saw his face, his sly grin and playfull mannor...
Finally at the break of dawn a found some sleep...
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