Star Wars Fanfic: History of Bralmas 1

I am Bralmas, lord of the sith, Jedi padawan, and the wanderer of worlds. In my youth, I was taken in my a Jedi Master whose name I do not know. He saw something in me that I could not see. I was to go with other young ones, to a temple of Corusant to begin our training. But all that changed when a warrior called Darth Maul attacked. My master and his apprentices fought him, but were struck down by the monster. I escaped the bloodshed and put the Jedi in the back of my mind. For many moons after, I wandered the galaxy, hoping to find purpose and my own well being. I eventually found my self on the sixth planet of the hoth system. I sensed an energy unlike anything I'd experienced before. I vowed to seek it out. After tireless months of searching, I located an ancient temple buried beneath the frozen ground. Blackened and crumbling, the temple had to be centuries old. I explored the temples inner workings until I sensed the energy again. That same energy lead me to a room filled with strange pyramid shaped boxes. Curiosity made me reach out to touch one of the objects, which revealed a strange and powerful message. This temple was home to ancient sith lords. The recording contained lessons, history, and ancient text. I had never felt such power, and I craved more. I spent the next seven years on that frozen world, carefully learning everything the strange boxes could teach me. Finally, I had reached the last box, which I later learned was called a holocron. The recording showed a hooded sith, I could only tell the sith was male. It instructed me to built my weapon, a lightsaber. The holocron then opened to reveal a assortment of different parts and a red glowing crystal. Remembering all I had learned, my weapon was constructed in minutes. The holocron then projected several sith, all different in appearance. It said these were the sith masters who guarded this temple, and only by defeating them, I would be named a dark lord. I was perplexed on how I was supposed to fight holograms, that is until one almost struck me. I couldn't believe it, these masters were real. But I could feel the power growing within me, and I would use it to strike down any and all who would stop me from completing my trial. The battle lasted for what seems like days, until I finally struck the last master down. But then, the masters hologram faded to reveal a specialized droid. I knew they couldn't be the real masters, but they fought just as strongly. The hologram then ignited a lightsaber and walked over to me, and asked me to kneel. I still remember the words it spoke. "By striking down the weak, and proving your true power, you are at last a Dark lord of the sith, a Darth. What will be thy name to strike fear into the hearts of the weak." I simply said "Bralmas" "Arise Darth Bralmas, for you are the last of the ancient acolytes, go forth and may the dark side destroy all in your path" After that, the hologram simply turned off and then short circuited. I had never felt so powerful, and yet, I still felt as if I hadn't gained anything. But I pushed the thought into the back of my mind and started gathering the ancient holocrons, I refused to let such ancient knowledge rot in an abandoned temple. After I put the last of the ancient data boxes on my ship, I left the frozen world in hopes of finally a new challange. I could sense that I would soon encounter ones that would give me just that, though, I had no idea of where that path would lead me.