Yavin, shortly after the events in The Legend of Harash Soru 13.
Darth Zealot walked silently through the forest of Yavin. He had been surprised at how strongly he'd felt the death of Harash Soru. It wasnt that he cared. Hara's death was an inconveniance, Zealot had been counting on the Jedi to kill Sion and Nihilus.
But it did not matter. Zealot would just have the pleasure of killing his Masters himself. But it would take time.
He slid through the tomb and then stopped and smiled. He was staring at a stasis chamber containing a figure. An ancient Dark Jedi by the name of Darth Sethron.
Zealot moved forwards and, with only a moments hesitation, hit the deactivate button.
The chamber drained and the front glass pannel shattered.
Darth Sethron twitched.
Darth Zealot: "My..."
Suddenly Sethron launched himself onto Zealot, activating his lightsaber and holding it to the young Sith's neck.
Darth Sethron: "Who, are you?"
Darth Zealot: "Lord Sethron. My name is Darth Zealot, I came here seeking your help. My Master has lost his way. I need a new Master, one who can teach me the things that my old Master could not."
Sethron stood and backed away from Zealot.
Darth Sethron: "For over a thousand years I have slept. I awake to find the Force in chaos. Something has happened. There should be balance but their is not."
Darth Zealot: "Its... Complicated. There are many powerful beings in the universe. Perhaps the most powerful has just died. I must fix this."
Darth Sethron: "I sense you are right. So be it Zealot, I will train you, and I feel there is much that you can teach me to."
Darth Zealot: "Thank you, My Lord."
Darth Sethron: "Then come Zealot. We have work to do."