Title: Silhouette
Author: Sythe aka Dawn
Rating: PG13 - for the moment
Characters: Khameira Sarin...
Category: Angst, drama...
Feedback: Yes please! (TELOXI@HOTMAIL.COM)
Disclaimer: I don't own it I just borrowed certain parts of the SW universe just to make this fic. I received no money in its creation.

Part I

My father, Darth Maul, Dark Lord of Sith – Khameir Sarin, I never knew him – he died when I was born, during one fated mission while on the hunt for a missing child Queen and two Jedi.

He was a great warrior and fighter as my mother had told me many times before with great pride of him and great despair. She loved him with a love never before seen. And like the Great Exar Kun, a Sith Lord of long ago, my father wielded a double ended, crimson bladed lightsaber – no one could wield such a weapon unless one who totally delved him or herself into the Darkside of the Force and the greatest in skill in every possible martial arts.

Though he could not say it, he loved my mother and I greatly. My mother used to tell me of the nights they would lie together in their bed, his hands upon her belly, me inside. She had told me that he would talk to me, though she could not for she was not as sensitive to the Force as my father was.

I wish I knew my father.

All I have of him is a holo image of him recorded during one of his training sessions he had allowed my mother to watch and record – a gift to me. I look like him in many ways, though I am lighter in skin color than he. I have his intense golden yellow and red eyes, his strength, the placement of the horns upon his head, and a great sensitivity to the Force…and the Darkside.

My mother gave birth to me the very moment my father died – a very strange occurrence the Sith priestess had said the moment I was born. With my first cries of life, my father gasped for his, and as I was placed in my mother's arms to suckle upon her breast, my father fell down the Theed Palace energy shaft.

I have had dreams – visions of that very moment, seeing a young Jedi leap over my father's head and as soon as my father turned to find the Jedi standing behind him, the Jedi ignited his lightsaber and sent it cutting right through my father's middle, bisecting him in two halves. I have seen the battle between my father, the young Jedi and another older Jedi with long greying brown hair.

And sometimes…I can hear my father's voice. He speaks to me when I meditate or when I sleep. Telling me that he is so proud of me and all that I have accomplished and how he wished to kill that weakling of a Jedi
Padawan who had slain him the very moment of my birth. And how much he wished that he had been there, witnessing my birth instead of chasing down a little bitch Queen and the two Jedi acting as her guard dogs. Even that one the very moment he felt the searing of the lightsaber passing through him, he felt my emergence and heard my first cries. Once he told me that he had seen my future but never told me what he had seen.

They, my visions, fill me with hatred and rage – one day I will avenge my father…I will kill Obi-Wan Kenobi! And my father shall be standing there; watching with great pride as his daughter avenges his death. The Jedi shall
know no pain like he will feel when I slowly torture him, enjoying every cry of utter pain that escapes his mouth and I shall enjoy every little moment of his pain.

Though my mother hid me from my father's master, Darth Sidious, and attempted to keep me from the path my father had followed, I was never the less destined to follow in my father's footsteps and take my place as Dark
Lord of Sith, under my father's name. Darth Maul shall live again – the Destroyer of Worlds will be once more.