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AN: Blah. I've updated because I am insane. It's a little short, but this chapter was fun to write.
"Fear is the path to the Dark Side. Fear leads to anger; anger leads to hate; hate leads to suffering. I sense much fear in you."
-Yoda
"-I grow tired of that line. What am I exactly then, Raistlin?"
"A Sith… a user of the dark side of the force…"
All three of them had assumed that much by the time they saw Fistandantilus enter the Testing area, but the shock came nevertheless. However, the responses from the Heads of the Jedi council were all too different.
"A Sith? Right under our noses?" La Donna broke the silence with a slight sneer. The female Jedi Master was known for her quick temper and aggressive manner. It was no surprise that she would be the first to say what she thought. "How many times has he been in the same room as us? Did we sense anything? No!" Her cool black eyes swept over Par-Salian as if he was to blame for all of this.
Seeing another spat about to heat up, the ever-calm Justarius placed his hands up in a gesture of peace. Par-Salian and La Donna were close friends to say the least, but were often seen as rivals if it were not for the Jedi Code.
"I'll call up a team to stop Fistandantilus," he said, taking the matters back before an argument could spark up. Justarius was about to have his leave when he felt a slight warning through the force. He stopped, took a questioning glance at Par-Salian, then sat back down. "You have… other plans?" he ventured to his senior.
"By the Force, Par-Salian! If you hadn't noticed, this situation is very urgent!" La Donna snapped, also hinting the admonition from Par-Salian. Unlike Justarius, she had left her seat and intended to leave right away, but hung back to hear what he had to say.
Master Par-Salian stared at the two with a pair of tired and haunted eyes. The price of having so much knowledge of the force wasn't easy. "I've had a premonition," he began softly.
That stopped La Donna in her tracks and Justarius' mellow face slowly eased into a small frown. Visions were not taken lightly to the Jedi. There were only a few selected practitioners of the force that specialized in premonitions. Generally, all Jedi had some skill in it. A flash of the future only a second before it really happened were considered normal reflexes to them.
"Raistlin is the Chosen One, he will stop Fistandantilus. The Prophesy will come true-"
"We've heard this before, Par-Salian," interrupted La Donna. Her impatience tainted the air and filled up the room. Out of all the Jedi, her complete dominance over lightsaber combat went unmatched. With it, came her aggressive Force powers but a strong loyalty to the Jedi Order. "I for one would not wish the death of a Jedi against a Sith in our very Temple."
"It's too late," Justarius said with a sad sigh. He had been keeping an eye on the vew screen, watching the battle between Raistlin and Fistandantilus. As calm as his demeanor was, the Jedi Master's eyes widen nevertheless when the Sith had sent a powerful strike of Force in a lightning-like form towards Raistlin. It was a power that no Jedi would dare to obtain.
"So much for your prophesy," La Donna murmured, eyes boring into Par-Salian's stunned face. She turned and hurried out of the room.
Silently, Justarius rose from his seat. He did not avoid Par-Salian's gaze, but refused to offer any words at the moment. He briefly looked at the view screen, where the body of...
"He's still alive?" he inhaled slowly.
Par-Salian's eyes flickered to where Justarius was looking. It was true. The young Jedi had sat up, looking curiously at his hands. He touched his face in disbelief and for a moment, smiled. The two Jedi Masters were speechless. They watched as another figure appeared on the scene, La Donna, looking just about as shocked as them. She knelt down next to Raistlin, speaking softly.
o0o
Raistlin refused to give himself up to the darkness that surrounded him. He whole body wracked from the pain of the Force lightning attack, but it was as if his mind was detached from it all. He was floating, mind almost falling into a trancelike state. He could see Fistandantilus' triumphant face amongst the sharp blue contrast of light that streaked across his failing vision.
It was that disgusting sight alone that made his resolution absolute. Raistlin fought for his life. He didn't know how, but he did. His body was useless, crashing into the wall, limbs spastically wavering. So instead, Raistlin defended the only part of him that he could- his mind.
He was the Chosen One, wasn't he? Though the masters always carefully avoided the subject right in front of them, there was no denying that Raistlin was a prodigy. The prodigy. Raistlin wouldn't condemn himself to such a fate this early in his life. To die while still a padawan? He was at the barest minimum of a Knight!
Mental shields sprang up in his mind, blocking everything. Pain, darkness, hope, and desperation. In that moment, Raistlin found himself oddly at peace. He could die now, and he could accept it. However, in that pause of serenity he also saw the chance of his survival. Oh, it was a terrible price to pay, but Raistlin could deal with it later.
The world went utterly still. Raistlin's mental shields crumbled and inside his mind's eye, the young Jedi saw an invasion. It was Fistandantilus' aura... no, Raistlin thought in horror, his master's soul itself. The ugly thing was inside his body- his head, trying to take over. Raistlin would not allow it, but he noted curiously, nothing was happening. Though his shields were down, Fistandantilus was not moving in. Actually, his soul seemed frozen on the spot.
It was a break in time, Raistlin thought suddenly, watching the world's stillness for the first time.
... and he caused it.
Time stopped? Raistlin didn't no how or why, but if the Force willed it to be that way just for him, then he better take advantage of it. He pushed Fistandantilus' soul from his own, leaving a gritty taste of the dark side lingering in his head. Raistlin paused, wondering if he should make a clean sweep. He didn't want any part of his former master's aura left inside him. However... Fistandantilus was currently rendered helpless. Raistlin thought of how easy would be to slip into the Sith's mind and destroy it.
The Jedi was torn for a split second, but finally reached a decision. The Universe needed to rid itself of all Sith. Evil would no longer be a problem... for now. Raistlin was not so foolish enough to believe that whole evil could be destroyed. He suppose he should start with Fistandantilus then.
Raistlin's sent his aura of Force to Fistandantilus. He watched the soft golden glow of his soul slip into the Sith, infiltrating his mind. As warped and muddy as the Sith's head was, Raistlin found it easy to snap it clean, breaking whatever spirit there was. He started to retreat back into his own body, sliding in just as time resumed.
Pain registered once again and Raistlin found himself screaming silently. Fighting against everything his body demanded, Raistlin gazed into Fistandantilus' twisted face. Force lightning crackled, but the Jedi saw the Sith's raged and surprised expression. It was genuinely satisfying. The Sith knew he was beat, his mind broken.
The lightning storm ceased and Raistlin dimly heard a continuous scream of despair, fury, and madness. He tried to see who it was, he wanted to see Fistandantilus' dying expression.
But... as he slowly faded into a black oblivion, he realized...
The scream was his own.
o0o
"Raistlin? Can you stand?" La Donna asked, placing a hand to steady the dazed Raistlin. As much Jedi training as she had, she couldn't suppress her overwhelmed feeling of... shock. She could not sense Fistandantilus anywhere and not a trace of the dark side lingered in the testing room. It was as if nothing happened here. The Jedi Master wasn't even prepared for the sight of Raistlin, who she expected to look as if he had been bunt to a crisp. In fact, she wasn't even prepared to see his corpse at all, much less a living one. She held her breath at the sight of him. His skin had turned a brilliant golden color and his hair was as white as stars.
The young Jedi blinked once, tilting his head to look at La Donna. His eyes widen, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. His pupils, La Donna could see, were hourglass shaped. His lips moved silently, though she could easily tell the single name that he mouthed.
"Where is he?" she asked sternly, feeling his body slump under her grasp.
"Not here..." Raistlin breathed and for no apparent reason, La Doona was concerned to find the boy smirking. "He's gone..." he continued quietly as his eyes closed. With a satisfied sigh, Raistlin drew out his last three words that sent a chill up La Donna's spine.
"I killed him."
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