**Chapter 3: The Dark Side Awakens**
The fight for survival in the Sith slave camps was relentless. Every day, André found himself more immersed in the suffering and brutality of the place. He felt the Force in his body in a way he had never imagined. It was no longer just a vague presence or an abstract idea; now, the Force was a part of him. He could feel her energy pulsing in the depths of his being, whispering promises of power and control. But he knew that, to achieve what he wanted, he must become unbeatable.
Over time, he began to experiment and test his limits. When he lifted the old slave for the first time, something inside him broke. It wasn't just an experiment with the Force; it was a declaration of his own strength. When the Sith supervisor appeared, threatening him, André did not back down. He knew he was risking his life, but something stronger inside him, the desire to no longer be a pawn, made him act. The Force that flowed through his veins was linked to his anger, his ambition, his need for revenge.
And that's when he got his first glimpse of the Dark Side.
The next day, after his display of power, André was pulled into a separate room. The walls were an oppressive black, with Sith symbols carved into the stones. He knew his fate was about to be sealed.
**"You dared to challenge the authority of a Sith, slave."** The voice was low and threatening. He was the commander of the Sith soldiers, a tall man, with an iron mask that covered half of his face. His eyes flashed with icy hatred. **"I should kill you for your boldness. But there is something about you that interests me."**
André remained silent, his gaze fixed on the man. He could feel the anger and contempt emanating from the commander, but instead of being intimidated, it empowered him. The Dark Side was with him. He just waited.
**"You have potential, more than any of the other slaves here. But if you really want to be of any value, you will have to pass a test."** The commander paused, as if he was evaluating André. **"You will train under my supervision. If you survive this, you will be accepted as a Sith apprentice. Otherwise..."** The man shrugged, as if death were an inevitable possibility. **"You will die like the others."**
André felt a chill, but he didn't shake. He knew this was his chance. The chance to finally take control of his destiny and escape the misery that surrounded him. If he survived, he would have the opportunity to learn the true ways of the Dark Side, to be more than a slave.
The training that followed was brutal. The commander offered no mercy. Every move, every blow, every test was designed to break him, to make him give up. But instead of succumbing, André grew stronger. Every pain, every insult, every mistake he made served as fuel for his determination.
Over time, he learned to channel the anger he felt, the pain he carried, and the frustration of being a Sith slave into something more powerful. He realized that the Force was not just something to be controlled, but something to be mastered with unbreakable will. The more he used the Force, the more he understood the true nature of the Dark Side. It was not just the desire for power, but the need not to be submissive to anyone. Anger, revenge and ambition were the keys to his rise.
**"Anger is a powerful fuel, André,"** said the commander once, as André fought an opponent in an intense duel. **"But fear is what keeps everyone in check. The Sith know this. They know that to rule, one must not only have power, but also instill fear."**
With each day that passed, André became stronger. The Force flowed through him with greater intensity, and he began to be able to manipulate larger objects, move rocks, and even sense the thoughts of others. He began to learn how to use the Dark Side to weaken others, to take control of their emotions and even their actions.
On a particularly dark night, after a grueling training session, the commander approached André, his eyes intense.
**"You have made remarkable progress,"** he said, with a look that expressed no emotion, but André could feel that something was changing. **"You have the potential for something great. Don't let that blind you. The Dark Side demands more than strength; it demands obedience. And, in the end, it demands sacrifices."**
André looked at the commander with hardened eyes. He knew that the path he was taking would be arduous, and that each achievement would bring with it more challenges and trials. But he also knew there was no going back. He would no longer be a slave. He would no longer be a pawn.
He was a rising Sith.
That night, as he prepared for the next day of training, he made a silent promise to himself. No