The Rebel Faction

Raven sighed tiredly, seeing that whatever he saw in his own vision it wasn't all too pleasant, his not entirely focusing on her own.

Change was comming, and whatever he saw, it shook him to the core.

Laying her head down upon his chest, a smile flickered upon her lips as she felt her own head rising and lowering as he breathed.

"We can only hope that this vision will never come to pass, then. One, ironicly enough, will always suffer great pain as well as great joy. It's a part of the balance that life tends to maintain wether we like it or not."

"Thankfully, you've witnessed this ahead of time. If it does happen, we'll have time to prepare for it, and be able to change the outcome you've seen."

"Why do I have the feeling that you're somehow afraid of him? What does he do to make you feel that way?"

"What does he do? What will he do? My brother is younger than me, and yet we're equal in strength... for now at least. He's a Jedi Master. I'm a Sith Knight."

Zerxes brushed away the thoughts in his head.

"What he did in my dr.... my vision, was of the darkside."

"I don't care what he does to the galaxy so long as it doesn't involve me."

She burst into tears, arms wrapped around him, face buried against his chest. He found himself instinctively wrapping his arms around her to comfort her. Sith were many things, and often not some things. But if his brother changed, went to the darkside and became a Dark Jedi, all hope for the galaxy was lost.

"He could be one of the greatest Darksiders alive and wipe out civilization as we know it.... But what he did... I can't allow it."