Title: Dark Reflection in a Shattered Mirror

Summary: When Obi-Wan is banished to a prison world for a crime he did not commit on his first solo mission, he is surprised to find two people he never expected to see – Xanatos Lyrisis, Qui-Gon's former Dark apprentice, and a mysterious Jedi Master called Sifo-Dyas.

Author: KrystalBlaze

Author Notes:

Well, let's see. Hmm… what can I say? This fic is based off a plot bunny given to me by Jane Jinn. I know a couple (or the 163 who left reviews) of you are going to be mad at me for not finishing Breathe, but what can I say? It's in a coma right now. Hopefully you'll enjoy this one. I'm having a blast writing it. Thanks, and please review. They make my day!

Author thanks:

Jane Jinn, for the plot bunny; and my sister Jerikor for giving me her thoughts; and the Handmaidens, for no other reason except they chat with me when I need it. ;)

Dark Reflection in a Shattered Mirror

Prologue

When the prisoner was led through the door at the far end of the High Royal courtroom, he was not dressed in the clothes those frequent in the courtroom were accustomed to seeing. Rather than donning the normal gray prisoner garb, the man was dressed completely in black. His pants, his shirt, his cloak, and his boots- they were all black. Even his hair was black, and his eyes, though midnight blue, appeared black in contrast to his shock white skin. The only thing in contrast with the bleak picture the prisoner presented was the cobalt silver collar around his neck.

The talking had died once he entered the room, and they did not make a sound as the guards escorted the prisoner past the High Council to sit at the oak table.

The courtroom was not packed; rather it was bare and empty. Besides the prisoner, only the ten High Council members, two of the guards, and a handful of law students were present. The masses were not allowed in when a prisoner of such high crimes was presented before the court. And even if they had been allowed, they would have known the outcome before they crossed the threshold: this man would not be leaving.

The prisoner sat stonily, staring at the High Council with no emotion in his eyes. They stared back at him, unflinching. His crimes were the worst a being could commit. He would pay dearly for what he had done to them to their world. He had unsettled the balance of everything.

"Prisoner," one of the Council members said, standing. "The crimes have been brought before you already, and you did not deny them."

"Of course I did not deny them," the prisoner replied, his voice such a low purr they had to strain to hear the words. "I would not deny something I did not know was a crime."

The Council member, a woman, sneered. "You were told the rules of our world before you stepped foot on it. All registered transports have been instructed to tell you the rules. You should not even have come knowing what you are."

The prisoner said nothing.

"The High Council of Yanari has determined your fate. You will be sentenced to ex-death. We do not believe in the death penalty."

The prisoner raised an eyebrow. "I'm afraid I don't know what ex-death is, Councilor."

She smiled again. "Ex-death is not death. You do not need to know anymore. Rest assured, though, you will not be killed. We do not believe in such a thing."

The prisoner stood, and immediately the two guards rushed over to him. "You will tell me my punishment, Councilor. You have no right to not tell me. I have every right to know what awaits me once I leave this room."

The Councilor stared at the young man, unnerved by the way his voice had remained calm during the entire duration of his sentence. The others before him had put up fights to shake the fires of Denatra. She looked back at her fellow council members, who were glaring at the young man.

"Ex-death," she said, "is not death. You will be taken to Finistra, a world of criminals like yourself. There you will stay for the rest of your life."

Nothing changed in the man's demeanor. "You're telling me, Councilor, I am being banished from your world for a crime I did not commit?"

Her eyes hardened. "Oh, no, sir. We know you committed crime. Otherwise, we would not send you there. That is all. You will be given your weapon and nothing more. We are a fair people. You brought the sword with you when you came, and it is not ours to take. Be warned, prisoner, there are guards there. Be warned that you will not be able to contact any person. Finistra is a place well out of the way and protected by things you will not know of. No one will find you there."

The only thing about his demeanor that changed was the eyes. They flashed in an anger so intense all the High Council members shivered. The woman let the moment pass, gaining back her voice and struggling not to look into the man's eyes and see that hatred that clearly shone. She took a breath.

"The High Council of Yanari are fair people. The Yanari government has such passed judgment upon you, prisoner. You have been sentenced thus by this Council and your sentence will henceforth be carried out. Throughout this trial-" the man snorted "- we have refrained from any discrimination by not taking your name nor heritage. You will give us your home world."

The man raised his head proudly. "Telos."

"You will now give us your name."

The man looked loathed to do the thing she asked, but after a moment he spoke. "Xanatos Lyrisis."

She clasped her hands together.

"Then it is done."

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