Title: Dark Magic (2/?) Author: Jessica Barber Author email: mara_jade101@hotmail.com Category: Series (New Republic) Keywords: Kyp Durron, original characters Spoilers: Jedi Academy Trilogy, Darksaber Rating: I'd rate this fan fic PG 13 because there is some violence and a couple bad words and a few sexual innuendos in the later parts, but that's about it. Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Lucasfilm, Ltd. No money is being made and no infringement is intended. Summary: This is a story all about Kyp Durron and an evil woman named Legerdemain. Hopefully you've read the Jedi Academy Series and Darksaber, but if you haven't you probably shouldn't read this! Some of this story contains flashbacks of Kyp's childhood, but not much. Legerdemain is a three-hundred or so old woman who, with the dark side, switches bodies and stuff. She's out to kill off the Durrons, so obviously Kyp's going to confront her. Author's Note: Thanks to Michelle Windsor aka Wicked Lady for all her ideas. Dark Magic Part Two Eight-year-old Derek ran through the rain as fast as he could. He ran towards Kyp's house where the transport had landed. He had already been making his way slowly towards his friend's house, but when he saw the dark transport land he had had a sinking feeling of dread that had made him begin to run as fast as he could to Kyp. Then, the rain had started. Off the bridge and onto sun-bleached stone that looked ghostly pale, Derek ran as fast as his small legs could go hoping that nothing had happened, that this feeling of his was all wrong. If it weren't, his best friend could be in danger, his best friend. Who cared if Kyp weren't as rich as he? All the other rich boys made fun of him for liking someone that wasn't rich, but Derek and Kyp were smart enough to realize that Kyp's parents were rising in their political power and pretty soon they'd be living with all the other rich people of Deyer. Nearing Kyp's house, by way of a smaller bridge, Derek noticed people, strangers standing outside their houses, hugging themselves tightly in the rain, all eyes cast towards the Durron's home. Off the bridge, and one house away from Kyp's, a man stepped in behind Derek, grabbing his small shoulders and heaving him back away from the house. The sound of a struggle and blaster shots issued from the house. Derek tried as hard as he could to wrench himself from the grasp of the stranger, but he was too worn out, his heart was already beating too fast. Moments later, stormtroopers marched out of the Durron home following a man in uniform. Derek gasped. The stormtroopers were carrying two bodies and two smaller ones were walking side by side, hands cuffed behind their backs. "Kyp!" Derek screamed reaching out with his arm, opening up his hand, trying to pull himself out of the man's grasp with all his strength. The rain only poured down harder, sending young Derek's brown bangs into his large, tear swollen, eyes. * * * "Mom?" Kereene stepped into her two-story home. It was newly rebuilt, and located in the nicer part of Deyer, three houses down from the Hallons. "Mom!" Kereene yelled again, walking past the sitting area and into the kitchen, where her mom bent over a coolage bend, digging through frozen food. "What are you doing?" Kereene asked. She had never seen her mom go through food, or even look in the coolage bend. Kereene's mother, her dark brown hair cut to her shoulder, and pale cheeks flushed, stood up straight, wiping her hands off on the skirt of her dress. "Back already? Where's Derek?" Kereene shrugged, "I dunno. What are you doing?" She asked again. "Oh," Kereene's mother looked back at the coolage bend, and then let her gaze fall to her daughter. "Our droid broke this morning after you left." "You can't buy a new one?" "That's what your father is doing now." "Oh." Kereene sighed, and turned away from her mother. "Dear, could you maybe do something for me? A small favor?" "What?" Kereene whined, still upset about leaving Derek and the Jedi Knight. "Could you go to town and find your father for me?" "You're crazy." Kereene said monotonously. "No, no. He doesn't know what kind of droid --" "Fine." Kereene interuppted. "What kind?" "A YZ6." Kereene hung her head, "And let me guess, our other speeder still hasn't been fixed has it?" "No, dear. A little walking won't hurt you." "Will you up my curfiew?" "Up your curfiew! I already let Derek stay here as late as he wants to help you study, what more could you ask for?" "A later curfiew outside the house." "I don't know . . . letting you stay out half the night with that boy . . . we never know where you two go! Sometimes you come in here soaking wet because you have gotten into a water fight with him, and other times you come in here high as if you've been taking drugs with him!" "I'm not on drugs!" Kereene slammed her foot down on the floor. "We go to the library! The library." "Thirty minutes." "An hour." There was silence that lasted for an eternity and then, "Fine. Just go find your father." Derek stared at his old friend, not sure if what Kereene had said were true or not. Looking into those dark eyes, though, he figured that she was. After all, he and Kereene were just normal teenagers who were lucky enough to be able to carry around a blaster and vibroblade, while this boy had carried around a lightsaber and had hunted Imperials down at the age of sixteen. Derek scratched the back of his head, and then threw out his hand. "Kyp." Kyp took his hand in his own and shook it, grasping it firmly. "Derek." Derek smiled, and pulled Kyp too him, embracing his friend in a hug. "It's been too long old buddy. I missed you." Kyp pulled back and smiled at Derek. "I think we have a lot of catching up to do . . . but first," Kyp let his eyes wander up the stairs and fixated his gaze on the doors to the library, "first I need some information." Derek nodded his head up to the doors behind himself, "Let's go then, the sooner we start the sooner we can leave the place." Derek and Kyp jogged up the stairs and entered into the dark, two story library. The library was one large, rounded room, complete with a dark green ceiling and dark green walls wherever there were no cases of data cards. Rows and rows of shelves filled the room, at the very end of the room lay a dark brown wooden staircase that led up to the second level, which was filled with table after table of computers, only two of these being used by older men. Kyp frowned at the shelves, but moved on, familiarizing himself with the way the data cards were catagorized. Passing swiftly through the first four rows he entered, he stopped at the center of a smaller case that lay underneath a blue stained glass window. Blue sunlight spilled in from the window, lighting a small patch of space that Kyp and Derek took up. Kyp squatted down and ran his fingers along the spines of the cases in which the data cards were kept in. Smirking and tapping one with his finger, he pulled the case out. "I think I've found something." "Come on, then." Derek said, snatching the case from Kyp's hand and turning around on one heel to face the staircase. * * * Slowly but surely Kereene made her way back to the main part of Deyer. The wind blew softly, blowing her honey-brown bangs away from her face. Kereene closed her eyes for one moment and was rewarded with the sound of a nearing speeder. The speeder's sound dissipated as its engine was cut off. Kereene opened her eyes, and leaning over the railing of the bridge, met her brown-haired, green-eyed father. "Weird finding you like this." Kereene said cooly. "Looking for me?" Her father asked, smiling at her. "Yeah, mom said she wanted a YZ6 droid." Her father raised one eyebrow and said nothing. "Hopefully you got one, or she'll have a fit. She'll probably get mad at me, too. But you should have seen how funny she looked with her head stuck in the coolage bend." Nodding solemnly he said, "I believe she would look odd. Obviously I didn't buy any droid," Mr. Calj nodded towards the back of the empty aqua and gold speeder. "I guess I could go back and get a YZ6. I think they had one for sale at Gurnie's." Kereene nodded. "Better." "Like to join me?" "No way. This is my last day off." "I thought you had one more day after this." "No. I'm not in Elementary anymore." "Ah," Her father nodded his head, "Well then, have fun, dear." "Yeah, well, I figured that I was just going to go back home and rest some." "Smart girl. See you later." Mr. Calj restarted the speeder, turned it around, and blasted off back towards the center of the city. Water currents underneath the small ship hit against each other, causing small whitecaps and undercurrents. The blowing wind died down, and Kereene's bangs settled back into place. Turning around towards her home, Kereene mumbled, "That was simple." * * * "This is just the same information Tionne gave me," Kyp said with an aggitated sigh. Derek pulled his chair closer to Kyp and scanned through the paragraphs on the screen. "Seems you're a hunted man, old buddy." Kyp looked at nineteen-year-old Derek, "What makes you say that?" "Well, I figure it this way," Derek leaned back in his seat, letting his elbows rest on the top of the back of the chair he was reclining in, "This Legerdemain was probably only after the Durrons that became Jedi Knights. I mean, think about it: she started for some reason with the first Durron that was a Jedi Knight, right? Some guy by the name of," Derek studied a paragraph on the screen, "Terin Durron. Terin must have done something that pissed this evil lady off, so she decides to kill every Durron. She kills ten of them, but after this Matrix fellow, there are no more Durrons that become Jedi. So, she figures what the use, they're not Jedi, they have nothing in common with Terin, I have nothing against them, or there were a bunch of female Durrons for a while and she gave up. Since you're a Jedi Knight, she might go after you and start this killing thing all over again." "And, if she kills me she'll be rid of the Durrons for good. I'm the last one." Derek frowned, "Hey man, that's harsh." Kyp shrugged, "I'm fine with it." "I take it you're looking for this Legerdemain, right?" "Yeah. I just don't know where to start if this is all they have." "Maybe Reene knows something about the witch." "Reene?" "Kereene Calj. The girl I was with." Kyp smiled, "I remember." "Interested in seeing what she knows? She's a huge history buff." Kyp exited out of the program, slid the data card back in its case and stood up. "Sure, couldn't hurt." "Great. She's gotta be somewhere nearby." * * * Making her lonely way home after school, already having noted Derek's absence in the usual places that he would wait for her, Kereene sighed and stopped her solo walk. She dropped the small briefcase of things she carried and rested her elbows on the railing of the bridge she stood on, propping her chin in the palms of her hands. A soft, chilled wind blew off the water, blowing the strands of hair, that had fallen from her braid, and bangs back, away from her elfin face. The sun would be setting in three hours, and its blurry light shone like orange diamonds on the calm water. No speeders were out at this time of day. Kereene frowned, not noticing the peaceful settings around her, and instead wondered if Derek were really mad at her. If he were, then that meant she was once again without a friend. Derek had been her first and only friend. As strange as that seemed she was a shy person around people that she wasn't interested in. She was not interested in any of her class mates so she never bothered to talk to them, but she had from the very first time she had met him been interested in the handsome man who went by the name Derek Hallon. It wasn't that she was madly in love with him or anything like that, but it was the fact that he was kind, and smart, and without a friend, too. Kereene took her elbows off the railing and kneeled down to pull up the white knee highs she wore. Why their uniforms looked like this, she would never understand. But, to her, a dark blue skirt that came two inches above the knee, a short dark blue jacket that covered a white blouse and the straps, like mens' overalls, that came from the skirt and went over her shoulders, criss-crossing in the back and connecting to the skirt again, was a very odd uniform. She wondered if other private schools made students wear these kind of uniforms, too. If so, she felt sorry for them. Kereene straightened, and picked up her small briefcase, banging it against her leg as she walked on, heading towards her most likely empty house. Both her parents worked until late into the night, never working in the mornings. It didn't matter, she had plenty of school work to keep her company. Things would just be like they had always been . . . or not. Ahead of her, two male forms were drawing nearer. Both the same height, one with dark hair and the other with brown. Kereene smiled, it was Derek, and she hoped that he was not mad at her. She held her brown suitcase in front of her with both hands. Smiling she stopped walking and waited for them to both reach her. "Reene, I was looking for you yesterday and I couldn't find you. When we got to your house it was all dark and locked up tight so I figured you were asleep or something." "Yeah," Kereene looked down at the bottom of the bridge, "I was pretty tired." "Remember Kyp?" Derek asked. Kereene looked back up and smiled at the other man. "Of course I do." "He might need your help." Kereene's gray-green eyes widened at the thought of being able to help a Jedi Knight, of being able to help this particuarly handsome Jedi Knight. Kereene smiled at her thoughts and nodded her head. "I will if I can. You can come over to my house. My parents won't be home until half the night's over. They work late, let's go." * * * Kereene stripped off her blue jacket as soon as she entered her house, throwing it on top of the nearest chair. Kyp's eyes widened at the sight of her blaster and vibroblade. "You carry those to school?" "Everyone does." Kereene answered, leading Kyp and Derek into the sitting room of the Calj house. "Want anything?" "Nah, I'm fine." Kyp said, sitting down in a chair. Derek and Kereene sat across from the dark young man on a white couch. Kereene propped her elbows onto her knees and rested her head in the palms of her hands as she did often. "I need you to tell me anything you know about a woman named Legerdemain." Kyp said, going straight to the point. Kereene narrowed her eyes and slowly leaned back, and absentmindedly fingered one of the wide black straps going over her shoulder. "Legerdemain, another name for magic. Hm, I've heard of the legend." "Legend?" Kyp asked, suddenly frowning. Kereene managed a confused smile. "Of course, you don't think some four- hundred-year old woman really does exist do you? It's absolutely impossible." Kyp growled deep in his throat, and then shook his head. "It's not a legend, she's real." Kereene stared quizzically at Kyp. "Okay. Well, if you say so. I guess I'd have to believe you, you're a Jedi Knight after all." Kereene tapped her chin with one long finger and then smiled saying, "Yeah, I know all about her. Let's see, she's taken all these years to learn how to grasp, absolutely grasp the power of the dark side." "That's not hard, why did it take her so long?" Kyp asked. "Because," Kereene paused. "Remember the way everybody says the Emporer looked because he had turned to the dark side? Like he was rotting away? That was because he didn't fully grasp how to use the dark side. Sure he controlled it, his power was amazing, but he couldn't grasp it well enough to keep it from eating away at his mortal body. Legerdemain has learned how to stop that from happenning. She's been using the same body for at least a hundred years. Amazing, eh? Never aging. I'm sure, though, it will have some horrible after effects. Anyway, she's not even human anymore. She could be considered the epitamy of the dark side practically. An evil witch, priestess of the dark side. "Well, they say she lives here on Anoat, a couple of miles from Deyer." "You know the way?" Kyp asked, leaning forward in excitement. Kereene nodded her head slowly, "Yeah. I've got the story memorized. I always found the woman interesting. I thought it was neat that the Durrons were incorporated into the story. But, I guess it's not a story anymore, eh?" "Right. We have to go there." Kereene smiled and jumped up. "Great! We have an extra speeder that just came back from the repair shop. I could take you there. I'm sure I remember what the story said. I always wondered how it could be so detailed . . ." Kyp stood up along with Derek, "But," he said, staring at Kereene and then Derek, looking each in the eye, "As soon as we get there I want you two to both leave." "What?" Kereene exclaimed. "She's a dark jedi out to kill me. I don't want either of you hurt." Kereene frowned, "Derek and I can take care of anything she puts against us." "You have no understanding of the Force, Kereene." "But, I . . . I want to go with you." "Why?" "Because, I don't want you hurt either." Kyp laughed, saying, "I won't be the one who's hurt. If you come along you will be the one hurt." Derek laid a hand on Kereene's shoulder, "He's right, Reene. Give it a rest. You don't even know the guy." "That has nothing to do with it." "It has to do with everything," Derek said sternly to Kereene, and turning to Kyp Durron said, "We'll be outa there in a flash as soon as we drop you off." "Thanks Derek." "Yeah, thanks." Kereene mumbled sarcastically. * * * She let her pale fingers trace lines across the blooming rose. The dark blue rose that looked black in the dim light of her throne room. Alone, except for the two guards at the door garbed in black, Legerdemain sat waiting. Waiting. He was on his way. She knew that he would come to her. The boy could not resist the power that the dark side offered him. He was strong in the Force, but his heart was weak and empty. There was no one for him to love, they were all dead. Love was one of the best things someone could use to fight the dark side, but like Legerdemain, Kyp Durron felt no love. Legerdemain smiled and threw the rose to the black floor at her feet. Pale blue light shone down from small lights in the high ceiling, splashing some parts of the large black room with light, leaving other parts in total darkness. The stairs that led to the dais her throne rested upon were high, much higher than they had been decades ago when she had killed Matrix Durron. And having started with the rose that had soaked in Matrix's blood, she had started a vine that now twisted up both railings of the tall silver and black metal staircase. Dozens of roses bloomed now, the ones in the shadows looking black, the ones under the blue lights an eerie shade of velvety blue. The dark green leaves and vine were practically invisible in the darkness. It was beautiful to Legerdemain. Legerdemain smiled as the thought that, Kyp was the last Durron and once she killed him the entire Durron race would be nonexistant, passed through her mind. She thought, 'Things will be so much simpler then. My husband and daughter will finally be avenged.' He was nearing her threshhold, she could sense him and two others. Legerdemain flicked her hand at the guards. They along with their long black capes disappeared out the sliding door. They would take care of the two humans that Kyp Durron was with, after all, any creature without a strong being in the Force was useless to her and her overall plan. Kyp Durron was going to die in a few hours, minutes even. Legerdemain smiled coldly and stood up, letting her long dark blue hair fall around her and her black dress. She closed her blue within blue eyes reviling in the fact that soon enough the Durrons would be gone from this galaxy. * * * 'I wish I were at the Academy . . . man when I tell Seretessa all that I've been through and all that I'm about to be through she'll be mad that she didn't get to come along. Guy'll just sit there calmly nodding his head . . .'Kyp narrowed his eyes, pushing his thoughts away, staring straight ahead of himself. All he saw was water. And then . . . "There," Kereene took one hand off the controls of the speeder and pointed ahead of them to a small dark object jutting out of the water, "it is. Sure you don't want us to join you?" "Yes," Kyp growled out. Kereene narrowed her eyes and shrugged. Derek leaned over Kereene, watching as the object turned into a tall dark building built on a small island. "I can't believe you found it, Kereene." "The stories were pretty detailed." As soon as the speeder reached the land and slowed, Kyp jumped out of it, unhooked his lightsaber from his belt, and walked on towards the building, not giving Derek or Kereene a second glance. Kereene worriedly watched the dissappearing back of Kyp Durron. "Do we wait?" "Yeah." "Will he be okay?" "Yeah . . . I hope." * * * "Legerdemain! I know you're here!" Kyp yelled out as he entered the dark building. A chilled laugh echoed through the large room that was only lit by a few blue lights. The laugh was that of a woman, and Kyp walked towards the place the laughter had come from. Instead of meeting a woman, two large darks shapes came out of the shadows. They were too large to be that of a woman. Kyp prepared himself for an attack by spreading his legs apart, slightly bending his knees, and igniting his violet lightsaber. The blade cut through the shadows alighting on the tall darkly dressed men. At the same time the men pulled out long metal poles, pressing buttons down near the tip of the pole. At the opposite end of the metal poles, the ones nearest Kyp's body, three spikes shot out, shining in the glow of the violet and white light. 'Tridents . . .' the word flickered through Kyp's mind. Small lightening bolts shot throughout the three spikes at the end of the tridents. 'Tridents with electricity. Ouch.' Kyp backed up slightly, swinging his lightsaber back and forth slowly, waiting for one of the men to attack first. They did. The one on Kyp's right swung down his trident. Kyp swung his lightsaber up to block the path of the trident. Kyp gritted his teeth and his knees bent farther and farther down at the strength of the man. 'Inhuman strength . . . I'm not this weak. I've beaten Kam in lightsaber battles!' Kyp saw out of the corner of his eye the other man slide behind him without a sound. Kyp pushed up with the Force, pushing the man back against a far wall. He swung around and, just in time, stopped the man from slamming the trident into his body. Small beads of sweat rolled down Kyp's forehead and into his eyes, blurring his vision. Why wasn't his lightsaber breaking through these weapons? The thought stunned Kyp into almost losing his balance. Lightsabers could break through everything . . . why not these tridents? His senses warned him of the approaching danger behind him, but he could not do anything about it. A flash of pain went through his back and then electric shock. The man had not stabbed him with the trident, but hit him with the side of it in the back, electricuting him. Why wasn't his lightsaber breaking through these weapons? Kyp heard himself screaming from pain, but did not relax his strength. He concentrated as hard as he could, and just as he was about to push the other man away from him with the Force, a blaster bolt whizzed through the air, shooting the man behind Kyp in the head. Kyp gasped for air and backed away from the other man whose attention had been taken away from Kyp and given to his dead partner. Kyp looked behind the other man, and saw Kereene posed with her blaster held in both hands, arms outstretched, legs parted, breathing hard. Derek was behind her, blaster held in only one hand down by his side. The laughing echoed through the dark chamber again. Derek and Kereene both looked around the dark room. Derek then turned his brown-eyed attention on the other darkly dressed man. He yelled out, "Kyp, you go on to that witch woman. We'll take care of this guy." Kyp paused, then nodded his head. He ran on down the dark hallway. Kereene saw the man ready to follow Kyp she yelled, "Hey, big guy! Your friend was pretty easy to kill . . . I wonder how easy you'll be." Kyp ran on, his lightsaber lit before him. He still couldn't imagine how those weapons could be unbreakable. As soon as he reached the Academy he'd have to tell Master Skywalker about it. "Stop." The hard, ice-edged voice spoke loudly. Kyp skidded to a halt just before hitting a set of stairs he hadn't seen until now. The stairs were a black metal like the wall, ceiling, and floor around him. There were a few blue lights lighting up certain parts of the stairs. Around the railing were flowers. Kyp stared at them strangely. "They're Anoatian roses, Kyp Durron. Are they not beautiful? Your mother once grew them." Kyp raised his head and eyes up and up towards the top of the stairs. There, upon a dais, sitting on a black throne, was a woman. Her hair was long and black. It looked blue under the lights. The woman stood and walked slowly and regally down the stairs, her dress swishing across the metal softly, her long hair swaying around her body. Her pale hands slid down the railings on each side of her, over the roses and leaves as if they were not there. "So, you finally came, Kyp Durron. I've been waiting for many years." Her blue within blue eyes flashed with white light and she glared past Kyp. "It seems your friends have just rid me of my two men. They'll die after you." Kyp backed up from the tall woman half a pace and readied himself with his lightsaber. "Why do you want so badly to kill me, Legerdemain?" Legerdemain smiled. "I loathe you and all your ancestors." She whipped out a lightsaber. Kyp's eyes widened at the sight of the red blade. "Surprised? You shouldn't be. After all, I was blessed with the Force. As was my husband. As was my daughter." "I don't want to fight you." "I know. I know how you think and how you feel. Turn off your lightsaber. I won't kill you now. I want a fair fight." Hoping what he was doing was right, Kyp turned off his lightsaber. Legerdemain did the same. "I know how you feel, so lonely. So very lonely." "I'm far from lonely. I have friends." "You're heart is empty, it needs someone." Kyp allowed himself a cold laugh and smirk. "I see. Like you? So you could train me?" Kyp narrowed his eyes and spit at the woman. "I'm not like you anymore. I've changed." Legerdemain raised a midnight blue eyebrow. "You spit at me? You have no right to. Why did you come here?" "To fight you. That is what you want, although, I don't know why." "Your anscestor Terin killed my father!" Legerdemain bit out coldly. "Matrix's father killed my daughter and husband!" Legerdemain swept her hand out cat-quick and scratched deeply into the bear part of Kyp's chest, just below the neck. Large beads of blood welled up in the deep cuts, promising a lasting scar. "Let that be a reminder forever of what you've done to me." "I've done nothing to you." "You've done everything." "You won't kill me?" "I can't. Not when we need each other the way we do." "I don't need you." Kyp said slowly, backing up farther. "You can't kill me. Obviously you have feelings for me." "No one can have feeling for a piece of ice." "You owe me." Legerdemain whispered. "I owe you nothing, witch." Kyp said coldly. "Your ancestors killed my life." "They did. I didn't. You have no right to kill me for what my ancestors did. I have done nothing to harm you." "You have rebuked me." "I have done nothing." Legerdemain threw her lightsaber and it rolled under the stairs. "I have waited for you for the past hundred years, Kyp Durron! I need you. I need another child to raise in my ways." Kyp stepped back in horror at the woman's ideas. "You're crazy." "No. I'm alone." Legerdemain lowered her head so that her dark blue bangs covered her even darker eyes. She turned from Kyp. "You deserve to die . . . but I believe I shall give you one more chance. I shall give you some time to think of what I am offering you. Power, strength, companionship." Legerdemain began to walk back up the stairs, pausing for only a moment to pick a rose. The rose floated, as if in the hands of a ghost, down to Kyp he reached out and plucked it from the air with his free hand. "Now . . . leave me." Legerdemain whispered, climbing back up the dark stairs. "I will have you." * * * "Baby, just stay with me, please. You'll be okay." Legerdemain whispered as tear after tear fell from her eyes. She picked up her eight-year-old daughter off the floor. Her daughter, who looked so much like her with her light blue eyes, and beautiful blonde hair. "Mommy, I don't feel so good." Blood flowed from the wound in her daughter's side, covering Legerdemain's white evening gown. Legerdemain lifted her sky-blue gaze up to the man before her with lightsaber in hand. "I . . . I didn't mean to, Legerdemain." "You killed her instead of me. You monster." Gerik Durron's gaze hardened. "I'm not the monster. You are." "First your ancestor kills my father because he had different beliefs and now you, you young child decide that I too and my child and my husband should die?" Gerik's gaze turned to the dead body of Legerdemain's husband lying on the floor. "You are evil as was your husband." "Mommy . . ." A young voice whispered. The young girl's eyes glazed over and her chest sank with one last breath. "No . . ." Legerdemain laid her daughter on the floor next to her husband's body. She stood up straight, calling the lightsaber lying on the floor to her hand with only a thought. In a fit of rage she ignited the lightsaber, and madly swung it at Gerik Durron who blindly blocked the first two attacks, and missed the third. Legerdemain's lightsaber sunk into his stomach. Gerik Durron slumped to the floor. Hearing Legerdemain's loud voice, only seeming like a whisper to his dying ears. She was telling him that she would kill them all. Kill all the Durron's and avenge her husband's, daughter's, and father's death. As his vision became blurred, he saw a dark blue flower drop beside him, splashing small beads of his blood into his ever-darkening vision. Part Three . . . mara_jade101@hotmail.com Disclaimer, these characters except for Kereene, Gerik, Derek, & Legerdemain belong to Lucasfilm ltd. I'm breaking no copyright laws, no money is being gained from this.