A/N:
This book wasn't originally meant to have this many chapters. Nowhere near done yet...

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Suddenly I was flying through the air, but this time, I was falling. I landed well enough, until I stumbled on the uneven ground and was forced to roll to regain my balance.

Looking around me, I saw only four things. I appeared to be in a sort of cavern, with a lava river flowing through. What I'd first mistaken for mud, was actually a "river" bank, made of only ashes, and I slipped around in it, trying to get away from the lava, but it was too hard to move.

The walls of the cavern were cliff-like pieces of rock. They were jagged and sharp, and the only way out would be to free climb. My chances weren't looking good at all. I glanced up at the sky, which has eventually turned a smokey dark grey.

The Son himself stood metres away from me, in his normal form, eyes glittering maliciously, my lightsabers in his hands.

"What do you want?" I cried sharply, stepping back.

"It seems I need to use you again, young one," he smirked, twirling the lightsaber hilts around in his hands, teasing me.

"My master killed you!" I said, wanting to know the answer, among other things.

"To truly die, I must be killed with the Dagger of Mortis. As I wasn't, I survived, and the first thing I did was make sure that both my sister and father were truly dead. This time, I will let nobody stand in my way," smirking, he began to circle me as he explained.

"Of course, I don't need you. You are only the bait, and your beloved master, the Chosen One, is my prize. Together, we shall rule the galaxy,"

"Anakin would never join you. Last time you controlled him, it wasn't his choice. So basically, it's only you ruling, or trying to anyway, because, this time, nobody is going to be your puppet," I laugh at his confidence. I know Anakin better than the Son ever will.

"Don't be so sure," he snapped, "People do surprising things. They change, usually for the better,"

I scowled at his cruel smile, disgusted.

"Why would Anakin even consider joining you. He has me, Obi Wan, the Jedi and so many other people. He's happy with us, not you," I argue back at him.

"And you trust the Jedi, do you, even though they didn't trust you?"

"That was a mistake-" I start, in denial, before he cuts across me.

"I agree. The Jedi are a mistake. You will join me, and together we can recruit your master, and we can rule the galaxy,"

"No! I didn't mean it like that. I will never join you! Ever!" I shout, making myself clear to him.

"But, Ahsoka Tano, you joined me before, battled two of the greatest Jedi, and, had I left it a little longer, there is no doubt you would have won. They were wary of you," he tells me, pausing, looking me in the eye, pushing me towards believing him. I looked away.

"Why should I believe you? I can't even remember what happened," I snap.

"You took them both on at once. You disarmed Skywalker, knocking him to the floor. His lost his weapon," he smirked at me and I glared back.

"I don't believe you!" I retorted angrily.

"Don't you?" He waved his hand towards the ash, and it flew into the air in a whirlwind - like fashion, creating a smokey scene of two figures. One was me, the other Anakin, and despite lacking both colour and detail, I saw flashes of images that reminded me of visions, and it made me feel as if something was wrong.

And there was. With growing horror, I watched myself darkly speak to Anakin. My master had confusion written clearly across his face, not understanding what was going on.

And now the apprentice shall kill the master.

A voice rang out, but it was inside my head and I couldn't keep it out. Eyes widening as I realised what was happening, I watched myself attack my master, him barely realising what was happening in time. He didn't fight back, something I was sure I'd never seen him do before, but he only defend himself, never risking my life or making an attack.

I frowned as I realised my technique as well. I had a different grip, a different fighting style, and Anakin wasn't sure where I would throw my blade next - yet another reason for focusing on defence.

He managed to block all my attacks though, until suddenly he fell back, loosing hold of his lightsaber, and it flew away, far behind the dark version of myself. He soon got it back, and shortly after, Obi Wan appeared to join in.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the scene, trying desperately to ignore the shouts of emotion in my head.

"You are too weak," the Son spat, and the voices suddenly disappeared. I looked up and the cloud of ash had gone, and I was on my knees. Stumbling back up, I turned to face him.

"You are weak. Yet you can be powerful too. Your master is your weakness, and I can help you with that. Join me the easy way, or the hard way," he snarled, waiting for my answer.

"I will never join you," I growl at him, "I will never betray Anakin or the Jedi,"

"The hard way then," he said, pushing the ash around me up into the air. It  leapt upwards, flying around me like sand being thrown around in a sandstorm. Instantly I couldn't see it front of me, and I suddenly lost all sense of direction as the ash spun everywhere, but not touching me.

And then a voice rung clearly through the air, one I knew well.

"Ahsoka!"

"Anakin?"