Author: Lea-El Era: Near the end of the Clone War Description: Dark Yoda Darth Yoda, The Darkside of the Moon As he walked the hall of the Jedi Temple late at night the shadows stretched out towards him as he passed. During the day he was the exemplary Master Head of the Jedi Council but his favorite time, his real time was late at night when he could be himself, his true self. Centuries of being looked down on, tripped over and being dismissed as an animal came to offend his pride and seduced him to the Darkside. Centuries of loss as friends, family, mentors and paramours; all those he loved returned to the once comforting Force taking its toil on the once meek and docile Master. Centuries of delving into the ancient manuscripts, many Dark and deadly, twisted his spirit even more than his body. As he walked the halls he invaded the dreams of the Jedi, turning their pleasant dreams and relaxing sleep into bone chilling fear. As he came to his favorite balcony on the temple he hopped up on the ledge and looked towards the Chancellor's home and office building and smiled his greenest and most malicious smile. "Well you are doing, my fine apprentice." "Mafer Oda, I haf a bad dweam." Broke Yoda's train of thought. Yoda dropped off the ledge and looked grandfatherly at the youngling standing before him. "A bad dream, you are having? Humm!" Yoda said, softly to the small girl brushing the strands of fiery red hair from her face. "Come little Mara, to your bed I will take you. Back to sleep, you should go." "I dun't wan' ta go ta sweep, I dweamed you wuz bein' mean ta me," her whimpering lip pouched out sadly. "Master Yoda mean? Never!" Yoda looked back over his shoulder toward the Chancellor's offices. "Looking to the future, I was. Now, to bed, you go. Tell you a story, Master Yoda will, about a time when over, the Clone War is, and all the galaxy one man rules." The End of the beginning.