«Henceforth, thou will be known as… Darth… Vader.»
«Thank you… master.» King Anakin said, bowing down to the hologram who Sidious had managed to send across time and space. From the other dimension he was in. To the very kingdom of Hasar-Adar.
But in the tent’s opening, stood his newest apprentice, Zilla.
The young teenager had come back from her trip in search for Ahsoka who refused to come back with her, and now she gasped, before covering her mouth with her hand.
She had heard everything of the conversation between the humble king and the Sith.
As Anakin slowly turned around to face her, looking surprised that she was back, she took a step back as fear overwhelmed her, when she saw that his eyes where glowing with yellowness.
«Master?» she carefully wispered.
Then his face turned grim, and he stretched out his arm towards her. His fingers and his tump were a few inches from each other, and Zilla felt her feet leaving the ground as she got lifted into the air by invisible forces.
She could no longer breathe, and her surrondings started to blur as everything became unfocused before her eyes.
«You should not have seen this!» she heard him say, «Nor should you had heard…»
And then, every noise became more distanced, as her eyes fell down, and everything slowly, became black.
…
Zilla woke up, finding herself lying in a bed in another tent.
She slowly rose up into an sitting position.
Then she got aware of Anakin who sat there on a chair near the opening.
«What did you do to me?» she yelled. Her voice a little to harsh than she really meant.
Anakin turned his head towards her,
«What is you talking about, Zilla?» he asked as he rose up, «I found you.» and his voice where soft as he walked up to the side of the bed, «I think you must have hitten your head.»
Zilla looked down at her hands who were resting upon the quilt,
«No…» she looked up with confusion, «I saw you… talking to a Sith… and…»
King Anakin placed his hand on her shoulder,
«Whatever you think you saw, Padawan; It was only in your head.»