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It was a dark and gloomy night, thunder flashing behind them cinematically.
"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!" Gandalf shouts.
A lighting strike hits, showering the room in golden light. He is blinded for a moment, just for a moment, but a moment is all the man in black needs.
A flash of red. Pain.
Blood runs down his lips. A red light through his chest.
Darth Vader looks at the being. The man wears robes similar to those the despicable Jedi used to wear but it is clear the man is no Jedi and has no lightsaber. But no matter, very few survive getting impaled by his saber.
He levitates the body with the force and exits the room, taking the body with him.
After a few moments, the man struggles against his hold and Darth Vader realigns his grip into a force choke.
He waits, not sure for what exactly, but he has a feeling this is significant. As if this is supposed to be a moment of great importance.
Darth Vader looks the old man in the eyes, and waits for something. Last words perhaps? The appearance of a great hero to witness the death of his mentor? A last moment save?
But nothing comes.
The man is dead, his saber still deep in his chest right through his heart.
There's a wrongness in the air. A sense of unease.
Something is wrong.
Light flashes, the brightest lightning strike yet, blinding the room once more. And then--
"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!" The man shouts.
Darth Vader impales him again. Something is wrong. Something is--
A lightning strike.
"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" The man shouts.
Something is--
"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!"
Something is wrong.