3 Be True

In a small opening within a forest, three people are seen sitting around a campfire. One with dark metallic armor, covering their full body, the armor has an intricate design and strange engravings that give an eerie feeling. Then there is a small boy, around the age of ten and an adolescent girl.

This is Darth Rathus, and his two new acquaintances.

[MC's POV]

As we are sitting around a campfire, that I have lit by using the force. It is quite easy actually to generate fire through the force, well for me anyways. You generate fire through the force by heating and rubbing the air molecules and there you have it, fire at the tip of your finger. Albeit nothing to crazy.

I look at these two force-sensitives and I can sense and know how I need to train them… or turn them into what they will be best at. It is like an instinct. The boy will be perfect for a Sith Juggernaut. Looking at him, it's obvious he is bigger than the children that are his age. By the time he is a young adult, I can see he will be a force to reckon with, a titan.

As for the girl, she will do great as a combination between a Sith Assassin and Sith Sorcerer. Her body is not weak for her to only be a sorcerer. But because her Force is unique, I must put her on a difficult path, one which will yield good results.

Looking at the girl, she turns her head instinctively and looks directly at my eyes. Fear of me still lingering in her blue eyes.

"How old are you and the boy, and what are your names?" I ask, curious for the exact age, so I can enact my plans for them starting now.

"I am Helga, I am fifteen. My brother's name is Bjorn, he is ten." Says the girl, in a hushed voice.

I straighten myself and look intently at her and her brother and say, "We will start today, now you are my students, so you must learn this well." I pause, raise my right hand, and point only my index finger upwards and continue "Lesson number one, when you talk, you talk with a strong voice, one that holds power and not a hushed one like that of a weakling." 

Raising my middle finger next, I say "Lesson number two, you will address me appropriately, as either Master or Lord. For I am both to you. Do you understand." 

She nods but pauses suddenly and speaks with a voice unlike before and says, "I understand… Master.", the boy follows suit and says the same.

I grin and say "Good, you have learned. First, I do not repeat myself, that means I need a definitive answer when I give you a question. Second you addressed me appropriately. That is indeed good."

"I have a question, Master." The girl says, surprising me. I didn't expect a question from my disciple so soon.

"Speak." I say and she replies "What are you, Master? A wizard? Was that magic?"

So, it's true… this is a fantasy world, similar to what Benjamin used to read about. This indeed will be entertaining.

I laugh and they both are surprised by my outburst. I speak out and say "Quite mischievous and nasty of you to dare to compare me to a Wizard. Have you ever seen a Wizard wear armor? Wield a sword? Or able to drain a person's life force within seconds. This is not magic." 

Feeling the need to show and explain what I truly am, and what they should aspire to be from now on, as they are my students. I stand up and look towards them. I exert such strong pressure on them that the grass and flowers start to wilt slowly as they are completely smashed into the ground and cracks appear on the trees and logs.

They are holding each other dearly as they look at me and I say "I am a Sith, a Dark Lord of the Sith and my name is Darth Rathus. The Sith are the pinnacle of strength and power. We are eternal and powerful, we seek to achieve the strength to shatter the earth, summon lightning, split the mountains, create creatures of the dark and artifacts of great power, as well as… immortality. We are power, we are eternal, we are Sith."

As the pressure fades, they are sweating profusely, but managed to stay conscious. "Learn this, we might be powerful and eternal, but we are much more. Now, you may ask away, for you must learn about who am I, who we are, and what you will be."

"W-What is a Sith exactly my lord…" asks Bjorn.

"Sith… are many things. Originally, Sith are a people, a species… or you could say a race. One attuned to the Dark Side the most. They are prodigious warriors, great engineers, brilliant sorcerers, and alchemists too. But Sith is also a way of life, an order, a sect. " I say and he asks again "Race? Like Elves and Dwarves?"

"Yes. Red skinned, like blood or dark red and stone like, as if the skin is obsidian. Dark haired. Eyes of crimson red or a bright orange. Bone like tendrils protruding from their cheeks and/or chins." I say, as I take my mask off, and they are shocked and scared. 

Speechless at my features, but also fearful of it… I can see the reflection of my eyes as they stare at me. Looking down at the helmet, I somewhat see through the reflection of the dark metal. My eyes, they are the same, though they seem to be glowing much more than I remember. Small black pupils, a fiery golden iris surrounding the pupil and at the edge of the iris, a crimson red ring.

Besides the eyes, there are no other complexions. My skin is far brighter than before, and there are no black veins surrounding my eyes. There is no Dark Side corruption on my facial features. Although my scar is still there. A scar that goes from the top right of my forehead, through my right eye and over the corner of my lips. And I must say, the lack of Dark Side corruption might be… just might be a blessing. Even though, I still feel the need to investigate this further.

I look back at the siblings and say, "As you can see, I am a Sith, a member of the Sith race. But I am also a member of the long lost Sith Order, and Sith Empire." Even though the last two are most definitely not in this world. I can still use them as a foundation for what I am to build. Lies… can be turned into truths.

As Helga gulps, holding back her fear she gets the courage to ask, "Master, are we also Sith?"

"Yes." I reply plainly and shortly continue, "As you are my apprentices, that makes you Sith." 

Bjorn then asks, "Master, What is the Sith Order and Sith Empire? I have never heard of it before." And Helga also says that she too hasn't heard of it.

"The Sith Order is far more ancient than the Sith Empire, they are somewhat the same, but not. The Order and Empire, long gone, turned to ashes, and me, the last of its people. The Order consisted of Sith force-sensitives, those able to use the force. Such as Sith Warriors and Sith Inquisitors and much more." I say and Helga immediately realizes something and asks, "My Lord, if what you used isn't magic, does that mean it was the force… If so, what is it?"

Quite the smart one, she will turn into a fine Sith Sorceress. I reply by saying "Yes, it indeed was The Force. As for you second question… The Force is an energy that is within all the living beings and bound to everything in existence. It is the end and the beginning. Limited only by your power, imagination and will. Those who are capable of using the Force are known as Force-Sensitive."

"Are we… force sensitive master?" asks Bjorn, and I say, "Obviously you are, or I would have not offered you a hand and taken you."

They flinched at my words, and I replied to that by saying, "Don't think this world is kind, kindness is weakness. Your kindness will always be misplaced, the Sith have no place for weaknesses. The world is harsh, it seems you haven't learned enough of what has happened to you already." 

They seem to understand what my words mean and the truth behind it. Albeit the boy is a little bit confused still, expected as he is young.

"I shall get this out of the way, you are now Sith. Under me, Darth Rathus… ah… you still don't know this. Darth is a title, meaning Dark Lord of the Sith. A title only given to those who truly have earned it, and the most important pre-requisite is that they are a Sith Lord. We will get more into that later on." I say, and they nod understandingly.

I continue where I stopped, "As I have said, you are now Sith. Usually, you would be a Sith Acolyte, training under an Overseer, then you will be a Sith Apprentice, under the guidance of a Sith Master or Lord. But since there is no one to fill this spot… and only me, being the only Sith left. I must train you, thus making you Sith Apprentices."

"Your training will be harsh, and strict. You will not only feel physical pain, but mental, psychological pain. This is not a child's play. This is the harsh way of the Sith, the way to power."

They nod in understanding. I then tell them to rest, as tomorrow we will start the training as I go find a place to start building my foundation of a Sith Empire.

Sitting down on a log as Helga and Bjorn go to sleep. Using mental command, the wiki, and blueprints pages open, and I start looking through them.