He was scared. By all accounts he had the right to be scared. He was sitting in a hunched position, in the corner of a cage designed for a person of his size.

He was a small child. No more than 10 at the most. Wearing clothes that were slightly to big for his scrawny body. He had sort blond hair that was spiked up in places, and dark blue eyes with dash like birthmarks on both cheeks.

His name is Naruto Uzumaki. He had a dream to be the next Hokage of his village. Now it seemed that would never happen. For some odd he knew going back home, was most likely impossible.

Grabbed by strange and slightly scary people, then hauled off in what he heard them call a ship. How long he had been on the ship for. He himself didn't know the answer. must have been a long time, having fallen asleep.

He just wanted to get out of this cage. Get away from these people who took him. Never in his life did he think of himself missing the mistreatment of his home.

For what felt like hours to no end. Naruto glared at the lock, in hopes of burning a hole in it. Or try intimate it to open.

'Open. Open. Open.' he would repeat in his head. 'open. Open. Open. Open!'

Imaging a tight pressure for it to burst open. Just like that the door swung open. Not sure how it was possible, or even how he did such a thing. Naruto wasn't going to waste the opportunity.

Scrambling out of the cage. He made his way as quitely as possible down the corridor. He had no idea where he was headed. Wasn't sure if he was headed away from the kidnapper, or toward them. In his head anywhere was better than the cage.

Minutes later Naruto was becoming fed up with his situation. He didn't know how much time he had, before the ships owners went to check on him. He most likely had a few minutes tops. Or so he thought before he heard a voice shout behind him.

"The brat escaped! Sound the alarm."

Not even daring to look behind him. Naruto sprinted away from the person, as fast as his short legs could carry him.

Once at the end of the hall, Naruto made a left, then a sharp right. In hopes of losing his purser. An action that proved to be vain. The guard was gaining on him. Before Naruto could do anything else. He felt a force hit him from behind, sending both of them tumbling to the ground rolling. The guard trying to grab a firm hold of him, but Naruto was fighting desperately not giving an inch.

The alarm on the ship blaring over head. In perfect synchronization with the blood pounding in his gains, spurring him to keep fighting. Eventually the pair rolled so far, they fell in a small compartment. The larger of the two hitting something causing the door to slide shut, and the room to shake. Whatever was going on made the man pause slightly, enough time for Naruto to land a kick to the groin. Earning a grunt.

Crawling out from under the offender. Naruto tried gathering his breath. Wasn't till he heard the sound of the man recovering. Did he turn around only to hear the whistle of a blade slicing through the air. Blood splattered the floor.

Naruto howled in pain, fallinh completely to the floor writhing in pain. Both hands clutching his eyes.

"Damn." He heard the pirate curse. "Damaged goods now."

Naruto understood exactly what those words meant. He was expendable now. Here in space, his eyesight gone. He was going to die. Forgotten, unloved.

"Human scum. Pain in the ass anyway."

Scum. He's been called that for as long as he could remember.

"Demon scum."

"You're nothing but a demon scum."

"Won't be long till the Hokage realizes you're nothing but scum."

Scum

Scum

Scum

"human scum."

Anger. The fear and pain he was experiencing only a few seconds earlier. Was replaced with hot burning anger. Anger at his village, anger at the old man, anger at the kidnappers, and anger at himself for being weak and relying on others to save him. Thrusting out his left arm towards he would-be-killer. Naruto began to tighten his fist. Imaging like he done before a pressure on the aliens throat.

The alien started to laugh at the boy. A laugh to Naruto's pleasure was cut short replaced with a choking sound. Concentrating harder, and tightening his hold. He soon heard a an audible crunching sound. Signaling the aliens windpipe was completely crushed.

Unknownly to Naruto he had just tapped into the powers of the dark side. Setting him on a path far greater then he could dream.

~Citutric IV~

Sitting in the dark Manson on the outskirts of Daplona, was Darth Zannah, the true Dark Lord of the Sith.

Being here brought back memories of her apprentice days. Completing her training under Bane's tulage. Growing stronger in the dark side, so that one day her power eclipsed those of her former master. After killing him and taking the mantle for herself. Zannah and her apprentice Cognus never returned here. Having already drawn to much attention. She did however insure the house was kept in condition. Should she ever need use of it again.

Like an occasion such as now. She needed to be careful with how she went forward. Because there were now three Sith in the galaxy. So as of now the power of the dark side was fractured. Split between three beings. Four should she find an apprentice.

She was disgusted with the two calling themselves Sith. Her spirit awakening to find Plagueis abolishing her master's way.

Believing that both Master and apprentice should share everything with the other. That the two should have trust. She could still hear the words of Bane in her head, teaching her about the so called values of trust.

"Trust is nothing more than another lie. Created to also please the pathetic masses of the universe. A chain that must be broken. For the Sith, or anyone who knows the truth. Trust can be used as a tool. A weapon against enemies."

"Do you not trust me Master?" Asked a fourteen year old Zannah. His response was a cool and even gaze.

"I trust no one. You most of all apprentice. For you posses the potential to overthrow me and become the new Master of the Sith."

"So you don't trust I will succeed in my tasks."

"I respect your power and cunning to help you. In the past trust for the Sith has proven deadly. Many Dark Lord's have fallen to someone they trusted. Therefore letting there guard down around them. Those who follow the path of the dark side, should never trust anyone. The moment they do so. Means they're weak and makes it easier for them to be cut down. Making them unworthy to wield the dark sides power.

"I understand Master."

"Good."

Sense that day with her Master, and her lesson on trust. She quickly cast away whatever remnants of trust she had for him. Replacing it with a renewed hunger for his power.

The fact that Plagueis would even suggest both Sith trusted each other, made her blood boil. It proved he was weak and not worthy of being Sith. St first Zannah thought about killing Plagueis, and taking Sidious as her apprentice. But soon discarded the notion all together. Like his Master all Sidious cared for was gaining more power, and finding a way to forever hold onto said power.

No she would have to find an apprentice of her own. Train them in secret, gain allies.

Then when the time was right strick against them.

Her first act was to gain a physical host body which she succeed in. She now possessed the body of a young attractive female, who was medium height, long bright red hair, violet colored eyes, soft features with a slight roundish face. Her host came from a wealthy family, which Zannah made sure she was the only heir to. Combined with the wealth she had stashed before she died. Zannah had the money, resources and power. Tools for the dark side.

Now all she needed was an apprentice. She had to be careful however. Last time she was impatient to find an apprentice. They ran off with a holocron containing information to immortality. A problem she still needed to deal with. This time however she would be patient. One of the things both Jedi and Sith shared, was finding the right apprentice. Most of the time it was the Master who chosed who they reached, others it was the apprentice who chose the Master. Then there was the extreme rare cases such as her self. Where the Force decided for you.

While she was busy contemplating the issue. Zannah suddenly felt a disturbance in the Force. Rushing to the window. She was just in time to see an escape pod rocket overhead, crashing in the forest behind the Manson.

Wanting to get there before any of the authorities. She quickly rushed to a speeder-bike and zoomed toward the crash.

Sometime later she reached the crash site. Coming to a stop. She cautiously searched the area. Seeing nothing to the naked eye. Zannah reached out with the Force. She sensed nothing around her miles, but she did feel a sign of life coming from the pod. Unclipping her lightsaber and activating it. She pulled the window latch apart with the Force.

Peering inside. She saw two bodies. One belong to a dead Weequay. The other an unconscious human child around age ten.

Her eyes lingered on the boy. Zannah couldn't help but thing of herself around that age. Small frail little girl wearing dirty clothes that were big on her. Not only that, but she could feel the dark side lingering within the child.

Knowing time was short. Zannah quickly distinguished her lightsaber before grabbing the boy, and putting him on the speeder in front of her, for a better hold. Rushing back to the Mansion.

On the way back however, a faint trace of a smile played across her lips. The Force had led her to her apprentice.