‘Curious’, Zavah thought, ‘it’s only my anger that merited her attention.’
“You have questions; I summoned you here to answer them, I owe you that.”
“At least that, yes. I do recall the story, it was eleven years ago. I was seven. It was the first time we met, you told the Academy Overseer I was the child of a very important Darth.”
Mahret replied dryly, “and aren’t you?” a wry smile on her lips, clearly amused with herself. Zavah wished she could punch that smug expression from her mother’s face.
“Do you know what other acolytes do to those given privilege? Those shown consideration or even deference by the Academy Lords? Your lie made me the target of attack and resentment, befriended only by those who sought to use me for their own ends. Your lie made me miserable.” Zavah accused.
Mahret, the Emperor’s Wrath, rose to her feet; her face placid but eyes blazing. “My truth ensured your survival.” Her voice grew louder with each word as she raised her hand and threw her child to the wall with the force of her will, pinning Zavah a foot above the ground. “I would have thought your experience would have steeled you, nourished your strength in the dark side and made me proud. A pity it was wasted on such a worthless and insipid fool. Leave here at once and find your spine or do us both the service of ending your wretched life.” With that Zavah fell to the ground, the guards encircling her to remove her from the office. Zavah shoved them aside and stumbled quickly out the door.