Lying silence in a long ghastly tomb in the Valley of the Dark Lords, lie a very old Dark Side spirit resting in the statue of him. The statue resembles a great and powerful Dark Lord that ever lived before his death and become a dark spirit of unimaginable powers of the Dark Side at his rest. His name is Marka Ragnos, the ninth Dark Lord of the Sith that happen 5,000 years ago before the time of Anakin Skywalker. Marka's mind felt it was time to be reborn again that he need a new pupil to be seduced by the Dark Side, that he will walk again where his resting spirit lives. Marka Ragnos's spirit reawakened from his statue and hovering in the air inside his tomb were there is nothing only the ghastly echoes of his other minor Dark Side spirits where the dark side ooze its presence to the Valley of the Dark Lords.

Ragnos felt the humble and powerful Dark Side essence around him and flowing through him as his spirit is stationary in the air and begins to reach into the Force and calls apond its power to use it for own his purpose to receive a vision of farseeing into the future, he sees a young royal girl to be his new apprentice of the Dark Side of the Force. Ragnos smiles with his very sharp teeth showing as he beings to move around his main room of his tomb. Ahh, this young girl will be seduced by the Dark Side of the Force and be my apprentice to make her a powerful Dark Sider for me to be resurrected again but first to find her with the clues of the vision I received

Ragnos ponders with his right hand on his side of the face. "This girl seems to be important for this girl to rule her people. More excellent the merrier it gets."

A few wondering hours later.....

Ragnos figures out this royal princess on a planet called Alatar Prime, that he's been watching over the people by his Dark Side fists for along time until now for his next move to enslave the people of this world at this important young girl's side. Ragnos laughs evily through the echoes of the Dark Side

Marka Ragnos used Doggelganger force move to have his spirit's image from his tomb to appear in this young girl's room where she remain sleeping as he grins over her. He begins to watch her and he thinks. Good, she is asleep. It's time for her to show her future. Hehehe

He begins to call the Dark Side again to use a forbidden Sith magic called Nightmare to be used on her: In her nightmare it shows her father abandoning her again and she felt so much anger in her heart as her empire stumbles before her and dansing white knight saves her and restore order with his help and her father comes again to her life and tries to kill her......

Marka Ragnos's image disappears but leaves his eyes on her. He waits for her call so he can show himself to her when she awakes from her sleep.

"Don't do this again father, please?" Amarie pleaded, watching as her silent father simply shook his head, abruptly turning on his heel, his own cloak flying behind him as he disappeared down the hall.

Turning to stroll down the hall away from him, things seemed to be quiet...too quiet. Amarie's hand slowly, and instinctively reached for her lightsaber, jogging down the corridor as she realized that something was wrong... very wrong.

Within seconds, she found out, all too quickly, that her instincts were right, an explosion in the same hallway forcing her to fly back, landing hard upon the roughly carved cave floors that was the signature of her adopted home.

"Dad?" Amarie called, her voice shaking with the surprise that the explosion gave her, fearing the worst, and not even hearing her father shouting in reply, or rushing back to see if she was okay.

Not again dad....not again! Why can't you just show you give a damn for once and stay with your daughter for once?? WHY??

Hearing a crowd roaring to meet her, Amarie slowly rose to her feet, moving quickly to hide in a hidden gap in the carved mines, watching as a blur of faces passed by, noting they were none other than local people.

"Force help me...I can't do this alone." Amarie whispered, slidding to curl up into a ball upon the floor. She hadn't even realized that there was one person that had joined her till Amarie happened to look up to see if the rioting crowd was gone.

"Dad?"

Amarie shaky smile quickly faded, seeing her father's all too familiar white blade hum to life, Amarie's grey-blue eyes growing wide.

"Dad, what are you doing??"

Again, not saying a word, her father gave her a grin, the kind that sent a shiver of pure fear running down her spine, the blade raising up and over his head as if to strike her and end her life right then and there.

....Only to see another blade clash with his, seeing the newcommer shake his head at her father, as if to indicate that her father's actions were actually rather foolish.

Suddenly sitting upright in her bed, Amarie ran a shakind hand through her sweat-dampened dark blonde hair, her tiny frame shaking still from the shock of the dream.

"Just what the hell was that?" Amarie managed to gasp, her own heart still pounding within her chest.

Marka felt the first step for this young girl who he doesn't know her name yet but he will know soon when she calls for him. But first, he will need time to think on his next move and doesn't plan to make mistakes again that cost him his old Sith Empire be destroyed all those thousands of years ago and recent blunder of his cult being wiped out by the Jedi Knights.

While on Korriban, the Sith tombworld where Ragnos goes into the Sith mausoleum where he contacts the minor dead Sith Lords in the room where the mummified remains of the dead Sith Lords remain sitting on each side of the room where Ragnos entered in the middle of the room and begins to communicated them with the Ancient Sith language.

Marka opened up to them, I have come here before you all the grave consern of Sith infrastructure that could be destroyed soon or later that you think. Other minor Sith Lords talked back to Ragnos, Marka Ragnos, we've all seen the blunder of our history from time to time but it conserns us about if we did do thiis, we will put our way of life and death into the void and one day crush those who oppose us. Marka murmured, Thats may be so but I'm planning to corrupt a young innocent being to be my new student and carry on the Sith Order and make sure there be no problems this time. The other mummified Sith Lords agreed with him and had the resources of remaining Sith resources that was left a few months ago and those thousands of years, where he will create the new Sith Order.

Amarie managed to get out of bed, pulling on a simple robe to fend off the ever-present chill from her underground dwelling, shakily making her way towards her bathroom.

Her hands still shaking, the princess managed to turn on the water, setting it to a rather cold temperature, cupping her hands to douse her face to try and shake off the strange dream.

Sweet force, just where iin Kessel did I manage to dream up something like that?

Sure, the fear of her father abandoning her for good was all too real, the sight of her rather's black eyes turning cold before moving his blade to strike her down....

"Damnit!" Amarie cursed to herself, dunking her head under the shock of the cold running water, trying to wash out the maniacal gleam in her father's eyes from the dream, then rapidly pulled her head back out again, her fingers grabbing a handtowel to dab her face dry before looking up into the mirror.

In the mirror, she had seen herself, but not in the way she expected, seeing her own grey-blue eyes dull and lifeless, set within circles of exaustion, her lips cracked and bloodied, tugging upwards in a dark grin. Confused, Amarie rose her shaking fingers up to her cheek, to try and determine if the image she saw was real, or just another image set to taunt her, only to see her normally bare fingers painted black, as if she was working on setting some sort of dark fashion trend, the grin growing wider, then opened up in a silent laugh, as if taunting her.

It was at this point the same figure that had been her savior in the dream, had appeared, her mirror self looking up to give him a respectful nod.

No....not you...how can it be you? Why? JUST WHO IN THE BLAZES ARE YOU?

With a scream she never thought she had, broke loose, with Amarie taking a swing at the mirror, her own fist smashing the glass into millions of pieces all about her. After realizing what she had done, the young girl simply backed into the wall behind her, and slid to the floor, cupping her face in her now bloodied hands, simply bursting into tears.

What in the blazes is happening to me?

Marka Ragnos face appeared on the mirror which he looked at the young girl, "I am Marka Ragnos, I was once a powerful force user of my time and I'm here to help you."

Ragnos face disappeared when she broke the mirror but he didn't leave the bathroom. He begins to think on his next move that he doesn't want to let this situation down the drain.

Marka's image reappeared again behind her back and talks to her again, "Look at that broken mirror, see how many cracks in it which it resembles your life. Is this true or not? I have shown you things about the future that could come true to his world of yours. I am here to bring order to this world with you so you can have that life as a kid again and if I ask you something. That will you come to a world to see me and show you your future that you can be again?" Marka waits for her mind to speak out to him.

Marka Ragnos...that's who you are...

Amarie smiled faintly, relieved that the apparitition had a name, and was one thing that seemed to be real in the sea of unreality. The real twist in this situation was that he was a ghost, unable to do more than speak truth with the young girl seated upon the floor.

So far, he had only wanted to help her, to try to help her regain what she believed was lost forever.

"So...you're the one who brought me these dreams." Amarie murmured, staring at her bloodied hands, trying to make sense of it all.

"Yes thats me. I see you don't want the burden of being so young to rule over the people beneath your feet." During Ragnos reign of the Sith Empire, he was feared, obeyed and admired about his rule over his people and great wealth of Sith knowledge, he possessed in his brain.

Ragnos nodded to her, "Yes, I did show you the dreams that you saw that it can change if you become an apprentice that I can offer you, the very desires you want in your life. I am a Dark Side spirit that I'm not really here for matter of speaking to you that I'm here like a hologram that I'm using the Force to project an image on my self from the world named Korriban. I can show you how to get there by a ship."

Ragnos smiled at her as he gets closer to the ground with her, "I will need to test your abilities if you be one of us in Dark SIde. That I can see the anger and suffering in your eyes."

Again, the ancient spirit was speaking truth, agreeing that she was both too young, and too unprepared for the heavy responsibilities that ruling this tiny confederation had. Circumstances had denied her the proper preparation for such a position she had barely begun to grasp a hold of.

Hearing Marka reveal to her that he was a darkside spirit whom reached out to her himself from a distant place, the young royal smiled. For whatever reason, no matter how vain it appeared to her now, the feeling of being wanted was somehow reasuring.

All Amarie wanted was to take back her youth, and to despretly catch up on the preparation for guiding the very warm-hearted people of Alatar Prime. She was even despretly behind on her own force education. Things had been so hectic as of late, that even her own master had fallen back to his guard-dog duties.

Simply put, Amarie needed to steal time in order to bring her up to pace on the things she fell behind on.

"Everything comes with a risk, dark one. I have much to lose in this if I chose to accept your invitation. Am I permitted to ask why I have been chosen? Surely, there are others who could just as easily qualify for this position."

I'm not a fool.....am I?

The Dark Side spirit nodded and smiled with his sharpened teeth as they were on the same level of reasoning. He shifted his eyes like he was staring at his mind as he received echoes from the other Sith Lords, their acceptance of this young girl who have such importance in her young royal life.

"How so about what you meant by you have much to lose if you accept my invitation? For that reason I chose you is because I can see how much you can be and how much to use your latent force sensitivity so you can be a powerful force user to protect your self, besides I've seen what your life can be that I received through the Force."

"If you accept my help where you can be felt needed and felt wanted in your life that I could share the responibilities of some of your small empire that I have once ruled the Sith Empire at my grasp and once you are at my tomb and accept the Dark Side, I will give you Sith Artifacts that they are in my sarcophagus which they have much power in the Dark Side."

"I know you ain't a fool, I'm just knowing sure, you are not lost. When you are ready I will be waiting for you at your ship. But first, You must address your council about a leave of absence."

"I have my empire to loose, dark one. Though still small, they all depend on me for guidance. What if what I learn from you triggers the rioting in the dream, my own pending death at my father's blade?

All the trinkets you promise me after I'm gone would be worthless. wouldn't they? You say were a dark lord of some importance...don't get me wrong here, but those of your type in particular are greedy and selfish in the past. You wouldn't want to take over completely, now would you?"

Amarie wasn't lecturing the far older dark spirit, but she knew very well that he could fall to the same pattern as fellow members of his order did, and take everything from her. This he could very well do while under the guise of a guardian angel.

Eventhough a part of her screamed at her to not do this, to accept the aid he seemed to willingly offer, another part of her reasoned with her, stating she had not much to lose at the moment, for her confederacy was small and insignificant.

To hell with it...they won't like it, but too bad, they're just gonna have to deal with it. The council's been deligated much of the responsibility anyways, so it won't be anything new for them to temporarily take charge.

Finally comming to some sort of decision, Amarie sighed tiredly, giving the older sith a nod.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do on my end. I'm sure you have the time to spare me that much, don't you?"

With those worrds, the young royal hoped she wasn't making a mistake, as she simply rose to her feet, turning on the faucet to wash her hands clean of the blood and glass from the now cracked mirror.