Yerbol nodded at her plan.
"Fair enough. If either one of us gets into trouble, we'll try to double back, ok? Don't need to get caught in the snare of some ancient trap and die on a forsaken planet. That's not how my obituary is supposed to read anyway." A soft chuckle at the morbid joke escaped Yerbol's lips before lining himself up with the hallway he had been assigned. It was pitch black ahead.
"What a surprise." He whispered to the darkness, trudging slowly forward, left hand extended in front of him. He focused mentally for a couple of seconds before a light shone from his hand, the soft blue hues illuminating a couple of feet in front of him. Taking a breath, he continued to walk forward. It was then that he realized that he had been able to read the inscriptions quite clearly, without any hesitation on his part about misunderstanding. Did the True Sith know the Basic tongue? Or did the inscriptions have some sort of power that allowed for any to understand? What would that say about the kind of people the True Sith were? 

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden flickering from both sides. Torches jutted out of the beige stone walls, their orange light both a comfort and a scare. How did the torches come on? Did he step on a switch or did he-
"Yerbol! Bolllllllllll!" That teasing name call filled the hallway, bouncing off the walls. No, no, couldn't be. That's not her. 
"Bol, come on! We've gotta get through this!" He mouthed her name, then a second time with barely a voice:
"Lysa?" 
"Ahead of us! Ahead!" The torches grew brighter, intense. Yerbol could see an opening up ahead, the Knight running to the sight to find he was standing on sand. Looking behind him, the hallway disappeared, replaced by an endless horizon of dunes that surrounded him. Stars lit up the sky and on the earth they shone on was her. She was shorter than he was, but not by much, standing at about five eleven. Her hair was a much darker ebony than his, her eyes a sparkling aqua that got the attention of several young men that Yerbol had to chase off as the hulking brother that denied his sister would ever ACTUALLY get involved romantically. She was standing a few feet away, her eyes glinting with mischief. 
"What? Don't stare at me like that, it gives me the creeps." One step forward.
"Lysa, you're not here right now. This is an illusion of some kind, part of the trial." She shook her head.
"Nope. See?" She stuck out her arm, Yerbol touching it gently with his right hand. 
"But you-"
"I what? I know where we're going, if that's what you mean. Glad you got my message. There's a Sith I saw nearby in the place I wanted you to see. Come on, we can get her out of the way." What was this? Alternative reality? Some strange vision of what Yerbol thought could have been?