Prelude
"Padawan please…"
Qui-gon
trailed off as the young man he once knew as his padawan threw back his head
and laughed coldly, sending shivers down his spine.
Obi-wan
watched him, eyes colder than the ice. He stood casually, legs, shoulder width
apart, hands crossed over his chest. He still maintained his padawan hairstyle,
but the braid that once marked his apprenticeship was unbraided, mocking
Qui-gon silently with its limp form.
He
stepped forward hesitantly, but slammed right into a force shield surrounding
Obi-wan. Pain wrenched his heart.
"Obi-wan
please, trust me. Give me another chance I'm sorry."
Obi-wan
raised an eyebrow regarding him coldly.
"
Trust, is to be earned. When broken, it can never exist between the pair again.
You knew that Qui-gon, but you took me back as a padawan. To teach me a lesson.
A lesson I will never forget. You can say bye to the Obi-wan you once knew. The
boy always eager to please you to win your respect. He is gone, faded away. And
I am to replace him. "
It
took a few seconds before the truth hit Qui-gon with full force. He failed
Obi-wan. He ruined the boy's future. He destroyed the boy's trust just like the
boy did to him just two years ago. It was too late to regret. He had to find a
way. Even if he could not undo what he just did, he could make up for he it he
must or he would never forgive himself.
"
Obi-wan, is there anyway…"
Again,
he was rudely interrupted.
"
No. There is no way you can ever undo or even make up for what you just did. I
trusted that you have forgiven me that you have forgiven yourself. Instead you
gave me false hopes, you made me think that it was possible to be the Padawan
and Master pair I always dreamed to become. I always thought that you were the
wisest, the best of all Jedi Masters. You let me down Master you really
did. I don't suggest you follow me, you won't like what you see."
With
that, Obi-wan spun around, grab hold the handles of his speeder and drove it
out of sight, leaving Qui-gon behind to swallow his dust.
Chapter one
Things
couldn't be worse. The weather was horrible, and he had a splitting headache.
It's been almost a week, and he still couldn't track Obi-wan down. The boy was
strong in the force. If he turned to the dark side… Qui-gon didn't bare to
think any deeper.
He
had done lots of mistakes. So far, this was the most fatal of all. He could
have created the worst enemy ever. The sith haven't appeared after the Jedi
suppressed them. Obi-wan turning to the dark-side may be the beginning of a new
generation of Dark Lords…
"No!"
He screamed at himself.
He
couldn't believe that he made the same mistake again. Especially just after he
reprimanded himself. Obi-wan didn't have a single streak of badness in him.
Until you destroyed him. Wasn't that what you said about Xanatos, look at what
you created. A small inner voice mocked him mercilessly, you destroyed
two promising young souls. Just for the sake of yourself, afraid that they'll
destroyed you, so you destroyed them instead.
He
shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the voice. He buried his head
in his hand and remember what seemed to be years ago, but in reality, only two
weeks had passed.
"Master,
must we? I'm sure the governor will do well on his own. We aren't his lap dogs
or personal security. He seems to have more than enough are we really
required?" Obi-wan wined indicating to the huge group of burly men surrounding
the governor.
Qui-gon
sighed and answered patiently as if speaking to a child, " Duty calls Obi-wan,
the governor is known for being a paranoia. What if the guards turn on him and
decide that they've seen enough of him."
"But
I'm hungry. And I'm sick of following this old bag around…" Obi-wan trailed off
seeing the look on the older Jedi's face.
"Sorry
master." He said sheepishly, embarrassed that he actually let the words slip
through his mouth. He seem have done that quite often for the last few days.
The
two were silent as they travelled painfully slowly to the governor's house.
Obi-wan glanced around surprised. He was told that the scenery was beautiful in
Dagblo, but he never really imagined this sort of wild beauty. The desert land
didn't have miles and miles of sand like Tatoonie, but had different peculiar
landforms scattered all over its surface.
It
took about two standard hours to reach the governor's home, by that time,
Obi-wan was sweaty, sticky and in a foul mood. At least the governor didn't
make them walk all the way back and let them stay is the smallest dustiest most
rundown room in the governor big mansion, Obi-wan thought sourly, that
was better than nothing.
