The Betrayal-- A poem hardly written. Did it mean that the urge to live was the equation or some sort of illusion? You had to be present with sensitive attitude and if your eyes are see through and clear you will not need to bow and bring reverence, it will happen automatically, simultaneously, synchronicity. Some do it gradually with disbelieve that a legend would truthfully exist before their eyes.
For my biggest surprise I become the right hand of the Emperor Palpatine, well, that was something he said to the each of us, we were three. And Lord Darth Vader the golden child, his prophecy our promise.
Who was this man behind the mask, there is an occult side to the Force in which individuals awareness strive as through the whole universe was build around one's own intuition and economical system. There were rumors in the corridors of power to the Galactic Empire, that he had loved once and deeply enough he nearly commit suicidal using the force against him. Yes, everyone followed his path and silenced without questioning, yes I was one of them.
I'm Lady Lumiya a Cyborg Sith and this is my story.
The real lion seats were no one sees, and this God of the intrepid Empire dominated driving away his gift by his path, contrasting battle meditations through the destine of so many, during and still, after Palpatine's death it seems my Lord and master will not come out of his Meditation Chambers as it's not tendentious and a polite fiction. There are new worlds, simply a continuum into eternity.
From the earliest date there had been nothing known for me to do, as a shepherd and and lamb given a cautious service were id seat outside the Meditation Chambers and from a cordial distance for his aura is great. In occasions, he wouldn't come out really, nor for food, nor for information, nor for power. Maybe I set outside as his apprentice meditatively picked up as part of my job a lot untold ages ago.
The tapping noise was there again, workers emitted an immediate entrance when urgent news agitated the reception who held it. I had nod while a tablet of information was left and as I was reading its data. It appeared to be a signal from the future, a call, a reception from.... no.... I can't, he is not present, when he comes out I will give him this... The worker had already left, was not conscious of what rank it was, or whom it was, we all seem to blend into one only pattern. The ones in the inside ovule of Lord Vader guarding his secrets, praying as a sect to shield master minds.
My hand drooped the tablet reacting to some brief disturbance, he has a grandchild. Ultimately strong with the Dark side, powerful enough to kill nonstop a carried of his whole bloodline, had surface the legions of translucent dialects in the force as my Master and Lord meditated.
His power's presence let me orbited easily towards this frequency, but wait! Broad rapidly the chart towards me and view the numbers. His son or daughter, is alive now! Standing up I intermediately knew who will tell me. Assaj Ventress! By the year and the birth it must have been the children of Padme, and who else will have betrayed for the Information she broad from Obi Wan. She was on that mission covering every aspect, from the destruction of the Jedi Temple,... to... Had risen angrily from my seat. Turning back towards the Meditation Chambers who certainly feelt like when ever he dipped into his inner depth everything rotated towards him, this important material shall be handled cautiously.
