Author's Note: Star Wars belongs to Master George. This is the first chapter in my fanmade version of events after AotC, and a taster of things to come.
Visions of Destiny: Trapped Between Fire and Darkness
Images of the Sith sparked through Obi-Wan's psyche, taunting him mercilessly from behind crackling crimson barricades.
Evil paced at the gates, waiting for the kill. Obi-Wan gripped his saber, breathing deeply and forcing himself to control the emotions that stormed turbulently through his mind. The fiery hue of the laser wall vanished at last and he was charging forward, unleashing hell on the demon. Sabers clashed and grated, echoing eerily in the chamber while the battle raged on.
Obi-Wan's muscles burned with fatigue as he blocked his death blow. He could see the hatred that blazed in the brimstone eyes of the Sith exploding into white-hot fury and suddenly he was being hurled backward into the pit by the power of the darkside, desperately reaching out for anything that might save him from the abyss.
Pain shot through his hands. He clung to the projecting metal just beneath the melting pit's lip, silently thanking the Force for it's being there. Obi-Wan hung helpless as his saber flew past him, clattering resoundedly into the bowels of the chasm. The unrelenting Sith fiercely swung his saber sending sparks which stung his skin….but he ignored them.
Drawing on the Force, the Jedi calmed himself, breathing evenly, reciting the Jedi code in his mind. Banishing his fear, his anger, and gathering all his strength in the Force, Obi-Wan knew what he needed to do. Launching himself from the mouth of the abyss, he felt himself somersaulting in slow motion past the lip of the pit and over the demon. The Force flowed through his veins like wildfire, and he called his fallen Master's saber to his hand.
Shocked fury skewed the Sith's face as light blazed through his body. The stench of burning flesh permeated the air and Obi-Wan felt the acid rise in his throat, watching the halved Sith fall.
