**Chapter 2: The Path of Shadows**
The days began to drag on, long and exhausting, while André adapted to his new reality. His body was always dirty, bruised and exhausted. The other Sith slaves, many of them injured and looking more dead than alive, watched him indifferently. Everyone was in their own world of survival, not even looking at the new recruit.
He woke up before dawn, and the Sith soldiers, armed with energy sticks, forced him to work without rest. What appeared to be a stone fortress, lost on a desolate planet, had an immense, barren training area, where slaves were divided into groups to perform heavy tasks: mining, construction and, most terrifying of all, combat.
It was a place where weakness was quickly eradicated. Slaves who could not keep up or fell during training were severely punished. André saw more than one man brutally slaughtered, their bodies left to rot in the dry earth.
However, André was not weak. And he wouldn't be defeated so easily.
**"You're starting to understand, aren't you?"** said a familiar voice, echoing in his mind. It was the same voice he had heard when he was pulled into this dark world. He didn't know where it came from, but he knew that presence was the key to his ascension. **"The Force is within you. Feel it. Control it. But remember: the Dark Side is not merciful."**
André looked around, observing the other slaves and the Sith soldiers, who seemed to ignore him, as if he were nothing. But something was changing inside him. He could feel the Force pulsing, whispering, infiltrating his thoughts. The need to survive, to become stronger, began to intertwine with the desire for revenge and power.
For weeks, André underwent brutal training. He knew he was just one of many, an unimportant piece in a game of greater forces. But he watched, learned, and most importantly: he waited for the right moment.
At that moment, he still didn't know exactly how the Force would work for him, but he felt its presence, stronger every day. He began to notice small details: how his muscles moved differently, how his senses were sharper, how he could move heavy objects with his thoughts, even for brief moments.
**"Do you feel that?"** the voice appeared again, stronger this time. **"You are closer than you think. The Force may be yours, but you need to master the Dark Side. No fear. No mercy."**
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. The training was painful, and the fight for survival was constant, but something inside him was ignited. He would no longer be a slave. He would learn, he would become a Sith, or he would die trying.
It was during a mining mission, where André was forced to dig for hours in search of precious crystals, that he found his first opportunity. The air was thick and hot, the sound of hammers and pickaxes echoed around him, but he was alert. Some of the other slaves were by his side, fighting the fatigue and pain, while others simply seemed to give up. It was at that moment that André felt a presence.
He looked at one of the slaves in front of him, an older man bent over in pain, who was dragging himself along, unable to continue. However, the man's gaze met André's, and he realized that there was something different in that gaze. It was the look of someone who had already succumbed to hopelessness.
**"Don't look at them,"** the voice inside his mind said. **"Look at what you can do. The Force is with you."**
André closed his eyes and reached out to the man. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, but he felt the Force flooding his body. He pulled the man towards him with a smooth, almost imperceptible movement. The Force gathered, and then, with minimal effort, the older slave's body was lifted off the ground, floating a few inches above the dry earth.
The man looked at him, his eyes wide in disbelief. But what caught his attention most was the smile on André's face. It wasn't a smile of compassion, but of pure control, of dominance. André felt the Force flowing within him, and, for the first time since he arrived, he realized that there was something more to it than simple survival. He had power.
**"That's it,"** he thought, **"the Force is within my power. I can control this world. I'm stronger than they know."**
However, his victory did not go unnoticed. A Sith, one of the soldiers responsible for supervising the slaves, quickly approached, his eyes blazing with anger. He didn't need to say a word. The fury was evident. It was a threat, a reminder that, in a Sith world, weakness was not permitted, and any act of insubordination was brutally punished.
**"Do you think you can use