Definitely Not A Cinnamon Roll
Darth Faef had grown up immersed in Darkness. She had lived in this planet as long as she could remember.
Yet she'd never truly believed what she'd been taught.
She had heard of the various Sith groups and their beliefs, and she found all groups had something that appealed to her.
Now, the Acolyte went through her forms on an isolated training area, swinging her lightsaber with deadly skill.
The Togruta growled as she saw what appeared to be a clone of her. "Go away."
"Who are you?" The blue-eyed lookalike asked.
"I said go away!" She swung her lightsaber at the girl only she could see and hear, who disappeared as suddenly as she'd appeared, and nearly hit Devlin Dara in the face.
Yet she'd never truly believed what she'd been taught.
She had heard of the various Sith groups and their beliefs, and she found all groups had something that appealed to her.
Now, the Acolyte went through her forms on an isolated training area, swinging her lightsaber with deadly skill.
The Togruta growled as she saw what appeared to be a clone of her. "Go away."
"Who are you?" The blue-eyed lookalike asked.
"I said go away!" She swung her lightsaber at the girl only she could see and hear, who disappeared as suddenly as she'd appeared, and nearly hit Devlin Dara in the face.