I know I said I would begin tomorrow, but I needed some entertainment while I'm waiting for the meat to defrost. So, here's the opening of the story, one that you might have read on Allies, but oh well. The first chapter might come in tonight. Depends how busy I am (I become mom 2nite). Oh, and i don't think I'll get many of those crazy posting moods soon. I only have 3 chaps done and i didn't do anything today. Sorry! I miss the smiles and other faces! ****************************************** Embers of a Dying Age: The Sabe Mabriee Saga (sequel to Oath) The cavernous chamber was vacant of life. Shadows darkened the corners, casting eerie movements in the stillness. No sound, not even a breath. The illumination banks of the Senate Chamber were at the lowest setting, only casting a small pool of dim light mere centimeters from the bank. The frozen light only succored the shadows to appear even more ominous. In the center of the chamber, high on the raised dais, a shadow in itself moved. The illumination banks and cornered shadows seemed to recoil from the slight figure. A smile split the wizened face and crinkles around the black eyes. The shadowed man still as still as stone, but he was observing everything around him. He knew all, felt all, and saw all. Everyone else was just merely a factor that had to be worked in or worked out of the equation. Some of those factors would prove most difficult, but Chancellor Palpatine enjoyed a fair challenge. And his greatest was soon to come, but it would be perhaps his most glorious. The sweet and ratifying taste of victory was at the tip of his blackened tongue, he only had to swallow it and let it settle in the darkened pits of his rotting bowels. Yes, soon. Very soon. He must be patient. Patience was what had brought him this far. Patience was the key. Another foul smile ventured across his lips. Patience was what would bring some down. Their patience was beyond duty, almost placid and careless. Oh, how they would pay. How sweet and glorifying it would feel as they withered in pain at his feet. They would fight it. But how could they fight something they had become ignorant of? They were blind and stupid. Not all. No. One was not blind to it. The Chosen One would be his. He would make the others see, but only at their deaths.