Peace. Serenity. Harmony.
Elianna sat on the edge of a cliff, overlooking a valley as the pink light of the rising sun Tythos illuminated it. The flow of rivers, the song of birds, the gentle caress of the wind, all was in harmony. All was in peace. All was in serenity.
All was well.
Except one thing.
It was lurking in the corner of her eye, where she dared not look.
What was it? She wondered.
But she dared not look. She was afraid that if she did, it would upset everything around her. Throw her little world of order and peace into chaos. So she didn't look.
The mysterious figure kept stalking, slowly creeping closer. As if hundreds of little needles softly touched the back of her neck, slowly going down her spine and over her limbs, Elianna felt the hairs standing on her body.
She felt danger.
Suddenly she became aware of the rapid beating of her heart, the ragged manner in which she was breathing, practically gasping for air, her bosom rising and falling. She felt the growing heat of her body as adrenaline filled her veins.
She was afraid.
The song of the birds down in the forests of the valley turned into ear-splitting shrieks. The pink and orange and blue sky turned blood red. The dark moon Bogan obscured the sun. Elianna could feel the dark presence towering over her, standing right behind her.
She finally looked.
It was herself.
Except not. Instead of the generic, unassuming robes of a Jedi, her petite body was wrapped in the black, tight garments of a Sith. Her eyes, the color of fire, burned with the dark side. Her tender pale skin was adorned with tattoos, particularly her face. Her soft lips, which were curled into an evil smirk, were painted black. Under her angular eyes, like black tears, two sharp lines ran down her high cheeks, all the way down to her jaw. Three more lines accompanied them on her chin, just under her lips, finally stopping at her throat. On her chest, following the line of her cleavage, six tendril-like tattoos reached over her breasts, as if to caress them. Finally, a downward facing triangle sat on her forehead, its two upper tips elongated to look like a pair of horns, just visible through the small gaps of her bangs that covered her forehead.
The Sith's dark presence in the Force pressed against Elianna.
She grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up, off the ground. Her strength was magnificent. Even as Elianna gasped for air, desperately trying to struggle out of her evil self's grasp, looking down at her, she felt awe. While she was so pathetically helpless, absolutely at the mercy of her stronger self, Sith Elianna radiated pure power.
She ignited her lightsaber, the bright crimson blade announced by the iconic metallic shriek, its color giving a dangerous shine to her cruel eyes.
Then everything around them disappeared. Elianna was falling, down into a dark, endless abyss.
***
She gasped as she threw her eyes wide open, bolting upright. Her body was slick with sweat.
It was just a dream,
she sighed with relief. But then she became aware of the oppressing, dim atmosphere of the bedchamber she occupied. Her, and four of her fellow acolytes. She was still on Korriban.
Overseer Cardus divided the class into groups of five, with each group having to share one chamber. Elianna shared hers with Vivian,
thank the Force
, a Bith male, a human male, and lastly, the pureblooded Sith.
Fortunately, they were still asleep. That must mean that it was still night time. It was hard to tell exactly what time of the day it was, without any windows.
However, upon closer inspection, Elianna noticed that not everyone was asleep. In fact, two beds were empty. She thought that Vivian and her had an unspoken agreement to keep an eye out on the Sith, which Vivian seemed to have taken quite literally, since it just so happened, that it was hers and the Sith's bed, that were empty.
Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable!
Just what is she thinking?! Where even are they and what are they—
But her train of thought was rudely interrupted by a particularly loud snore from the human acolyte.
Well, at least he's able to sleep well
, she thought, but then she remembered that was technically a disadvantage here. She sighed.
With considerable effort, she lifted off her covers - which was a rather flattering name for those old rags - and willed herself out of bed. The thing she needed the most now, she concluded, was a shower. Vivian and her red friend could wait.
On her way to the showers, she tried to walk as quietly as possible. Once inside, she began to undress.
First, she pulled her top - a tight fitting crop top bra - over her breasts and off over her head. Next, she pulled off her equally as tight fitting pantie shorts, revealing her round, firm buttcheeks and immaculate pussy.
Stepping into the shower block, she saw her reflection in the panel that turned into a mirror once it closed, separating her from the rest of the room.
Immediately, the image of herself she saw in her dream flashed in her mind.
No.
She shook her head, trying to think of something else.
Still staring at the mirror, she turned on the water. It gently poured onto her shoulders and streamed down her body. She squeezed down on the soap dispenser that was built into the panel, and bent over.
Starting with her left leg, she applied the soap to her thigh and worked her way down, all the way to her foot. Then she took some more soap and switched to her right leg.
Little by little, however, she recalled more of her dream.
Stop it.
Once finished with her legs, she stood upright again, catching another glimpse of herself in the mirror. Taking some more soap, she applied it to her chest, just above her breasts, and spread it over them too. Next was her butt. She took more soap, shared it between her hands and spread it over her buttcheeks, then she stood under the water, letting it all flow away.
Suddenly she remembered the evil smirk she wore. For just an instant, she saw it on her reflection.
Stop!
She put her forehead against the mirror, shutting her eyes.
Focus, Elianna. Focus.
She took a deep breath, and carried on.
Now done with her body, next she squeezed down on the shampoo dispenser, and applied the shampoo to her hair, while she stared at her green eyes in her reflection.
Green eyes... Eyes!
She remembered her eyes. Instead of green, they were like two orbs of fire, burning with intense hatred.
No... Not hatred.
Passion.
Full of passion.
No! Stop it, Elianna!
Stepping directly under the water, she began washing her hair.
The crimson light of her lightsaber.
