Star Wars: Chronicles, Lynna Teron

Day 6205

Another long day of nothing. "Master" still won't utter a word to me. I wonder what I did wrong, though I honestly have no idea. I've tried using the force to get my questions answered, but he's still stronger than I am. Sadly. Vader only knows that I would give my left arm to kill the old prick. I've been under his care since I was six, and every year is getting worse. 'More training, my apprentice...' and '...let the dark side pull you in and embrace your hate.' I'm embracing it all right, old man. Every move I make with that lightsaber, I imagine it being towards you, oh wonderful and powerful master of mine....

...So great of a Sith that you forgot that today is my birthday. I'm twenty-three now. I wonder if he even knew that. I wouldn't doubt if he didn't. Though if he asked me how I celebrated, I could happily tell him that I did twenty-three sets of drills after our little discussion - or lack thereof - on the walkway while he was staring off. Well, the darkness of sleep calls to me. Even one such as I am must sleep sometimes. Besides, there isn't anything else to do on this forsaken planet. Well... other than watch your skin peel away from the dry heat. I hate it here. I hate everything.

I will kill him. I will escape this hell. Then I will take revenge on the Jedi for the death of my family.

I swear to myself and to whomever reads this. I will do so.