While traveling through the void of space, one had little to do but sit and ponder. That is, unless you were a force user. Malice had his eyes close as he sat in the pilots chair, his mind wandering the rivers of the force. He was searching, searching for her. For her, and the child. A child he no longer considered his, but a child of the jedi. One in which he had to get rid of.
But, as it happened to many all over the galaxy, sleep had wrapped its hands around Malice. Dragging him into a slumber. It was there, that his mental travels took a wide turn off the beaten path.
He awoke surrounded by a vast array of trees, bushes, and vines. Looking around, Malice could hear feint noises. Noises which seemed like talking??followed by laughter. This perplexed the sith, so he investigated. To his surprise, he found Amalia there laying upon a blanket. To her side, someone lay next to her, their back facing Malice. Thinking he finally found her, a wave of anger filled within him. His chance to strike her down was now.
Unclipping his saber, Malice stopped quickly as the person she laid next to turned over, revealing their identity. It was himself, in his younger years. Shocked and taken by surprise, Malice hid amongst the bushes to watch what was going on. Was this real? Was this a future the force was showing him? No it couldn?t be. This Malice was much to young to be a future premonition. It had to be a past memory. And sure enough, it was.
As the other Malice and Amalia stood, Malice could see the belly of Amalia slightly plump.
*Lono?..*
The word flowed softly through his lips. He was seeing the past, a past when he and Amalia shared a life of happiness together. A life, which Malice thought had been forgotten by now. The two youths walked together through the forest, which he figured now was Naboo. And by the looks of it, close to where Amalias secret house was built. He was among few who knew where it was.
Following the two, Malice was again caught off guard by a thick, black cloud coming over him. Engulfing him in utter darkness. Normally he wouldn?t have mind, but he wanted to see where this vision was taking him. Well, he soon found out. The blackness was pierced by a veil of light. Revealing to Malice a chapel of sorts. Once again he found himself on Naboo, in the city of Theed. Walking within the chapel, Malice found many faces he knew. Some were old faces he no longer saw, while others were old faces he still saw.
In the front of the chapel, Amalia stood. Wearing a beautiful dress. A?wedding dress. Malice stood next to her, dressed in a tux. This memory was very well remembered by Malice, for it was their wedding day. The day they swore their lover eternal for one another. Malice had gone against the sith teachings and chose to be with her. Some of his fellow sith, were with him to bare witness to such an occasion. Others to angry to even speak with him. But that was the life Malice chose. To be exiled from the sith for loving her, he didn?t care.
This vision lasted shorter then the first, as Malice was once more engulfed by a cloud of darkness. This time he waited, waited to see what other memories he would revisit.
It wasn?t long till Malice found himself back on Naboo, on the outskirts of Theed. He now stood infront of Amalia?s cottage. Wanting to go inside, Malice heard noises which made him choose to do otherwise. As he moved forwards, he stopped. His legs became heavy, not wanting to move. It was as if they feared what was happening within, and didn?t want him to see it. Try as he might, Malice could not make himself move closer.
It wasn?t until a dark figure appeared beside him that the mobility within his legs returned. Staring at the figure bathed in darkness, Malice eyed him.
?This is your destiny Malice. You have merely lost your way.?
*Why am I here? Why am I back here at Amalias house? And what is going on inside?*
The questions just rolled off his tounge one after the other. But were quickly silenced by the figures voice.
?You have been brought here to set you back on track Malice. A sith is what you were born to be, and it is a sith you shall become. Now go, look into the window?
He did as he was told, and crept closer till he could peer into the house. To his surprise, he saw Amalia and himself fighting. The words were muffled and he couldn?t here them, but, by looking at the expression on the younger Malice?s face, he knew what was going on.
This was the day Amalia had told him the news. This was the day Amalia decided to leave him. It wasn?t too longer after they had gotten married, but it didn?t matter. The younger Malice tried desperately to convince Amalia what she was doing was a mistake, but she wouldn?t listen.
As Malice watched all this, an anger hidden deep within him, caged for many years was unleashed. Filled with rage like never before he pounded a fist against the window, shattering it?.and the vision.
Malice was thrown once more into a cloud of darkness. This time though he wasn?t alone. The figure was with him. The two now stood on a platform, within a room much like his meditation chamber. Darker then the night sky. Slowly, the voice spoke.
?I am the darkness in which you wander. I am the power you seek. But with such emotions still slumbering within you, you will never find me?
Still enraged by what he had just seen, Malice snapped back.
*What emotions. You know as good as I that after that day, any feelings I had for her died. I wanted nothing more to do with her. I didn?t even want her alive*
His raving and ranting was only answered back by laughter from the being.
?If that were true, you would have killed her long ago. No, you cannot hide your feelings from the force, or the darkside. I can sense it, I can feel it. Your love for her still lives, and it infects you as we speak. It is destroying everything you have worked for. All the power you have gained, it is ripping all that down one pillar at a time. Soon, there will be nothing left in you but this emotion, which will drive you into madness?
*Lies?ALL LIES*
Malice lunged at the dark figure. Only to be thrown back by a power which dwindled his own. It was the true essence of the darkside, in its purest form.
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Malice awoke from his sleep. Finding himself in the safety of his shuttle, still seated within his chair. Sweat flowed down the sides of his face and forehead. The top portion of his cloak and tunic were soaked. Boring over what had just transpired, Malice chalked it up as yet another meeting with the darkside. It was there, reminding him of why he must do what he has to. Not letting him forget for a second how Amalia had destroyed him. Crush his heart, and ruined any chances their might have been for him turning from the darkside.
The silence that enveloped the shuttle was replaced with a horrific laughter. It seemed as if Malice had lost it. He continued to laugh maniacally, pounding the control panel with his fists. After a few moments, he stopped. His voice flowed forth, In a deep, monotone sound.
*Amalia?..you made me what I am today. And I, pushed you to what you have become. Let us re-join, and finish the turning. I am incomplete, as are you*
