Snap.
Hiss.
Snap.
Hiss.
Piercing blue light crackled impatiently. It was as though the jedi's weapon was growing as impatient as its owner.
Snap.
Hiss.
Snap.
Hi-
"Master!" he screamed as though his very heart were being ripped from his chest. Blue-gray eyes widened in horror. Hands trembled. Heart pounded. Snap. Hiss.
That damned, red, laser security curtain lifted and released the young jedi padawen from his cage. He ran to his master. He ran to the attacker. Without thought, he ran. Flew. Soared.
Fallen Master laid upon the floor in a crumpled heap. It looked as though the vicious red blade of the Sith had pierced completely through him. "Things are never as they seem, young Obi-Wan." Qui-Gonn thought as he continued to play the part he had chosen for himself.
Blue sabre met red sabre with violent contact. Blue thrust. Red blocked. Blue slashed. Red defended. Blue attacked without thought. Always without thought. "Head before heart, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gonn thought. Red struck back. Seeing an opportunity, the Sith struck the reckless jedi with a swift kick. Blue couldn't strike back.
Qui-Gonn's eyes grew wide with worry as his padawen went soaring down into the abyss. "I really thought he was ready... Oh, what have I done!" he thought as the reality began to sit upon his shoulders like the weight of the world.
Suddenly green moved, but not by its usual master's command. Green was summoned, and naturally green flew to the call. Obi-Wan leapt from the abyss with green sabre in hand. With one swift swipe, the Sith was cut in two.
Snap.
Hiss.
There was no time for victory's sweet rejoice. Only one thought dared to dance across Obi-Wan's fragile mind. Master. Within a moment after the defeat, Obi-Wan was there by his master's side. Those innocent blue-gray eyes begged, pleaded for something to hold onto.
"Obi-Wan..." Qui-Gonn whispered between his gasps for air, "You are ready for the trials, but..."
"Yes, Master?" Obi-Wan responded, wide-eyed and hanging upon his master's every word.
"Do not train the boy." Qui-Gonn stated firmly.
"But, Master, you thought he was the one. I shall train him if that's what you wanted." Obi-Wan replied.
"No, Obi-Wan. It is too dangerous. Even I would be concerned about the boy's training. I forsee that you will become a great jedi knight. Don't worry about the boy. Face the trials and find your own destiny. The will of the Force has a plan for your promising life, Obi-Wan; don't waste it trying to live out mine." Qui-Gonn said.
Obi-Wan nodded.
"Now, leave me, Obi-Wan. The Force is taking me soon. I need to be alone." Qui-Gonn stated.
"Of course, Master." Obi-Wan whispered as he slowly stood.
No other words were exchanged between the master and the padawen. Obi- Wan did as he was told. He quietly left his master in his requested solitude.
Qui-Gonn finally sighed. He knew he wasn't going to die just yet. He hadn't been hit that terribly. A mild burn scarred him skin-deep. However, something had wounded his heart deeper than any sabre could.
"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan, but it has to be this way. To train the boy, I will have to go against the wishes of the jedi council. Even if you complete the trials, I doubt the council will allow me to train the boy. I've rebelled against them before, and I shall do it again. There's no need to ruin your future with my nature. This boy must be trained. Surely you can understand that. Perhaps not, though, which is why it must be this way." he thought as he slowly rose to his feet.
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Hiss.
Snap.
Hiss.
Piercing blue light crackled impatiently. It was as though the jedi's weapon was growing as impatient as its owner.
Snap.
Hiss.
Snap.
Hi-
"Master!" he screamed as though his very heart were being ripped from his chest. Blue-gray eyes widened in horror. Hands trembled. Heart pounded. Snap. Hiss.
That damned, red, laser security curtain lifted and released the young jedi padawen from his cage. He ran to his master. He ran to the attacker. Without thought, he ran. Flew. Soared.
Fallen Master laid upon the floor in a crumpled heap. It looked as though the vicious red blade of the Sith had pierced completely through him. "Things are never as they seem, young Obi-Wan." Qui-Gonn thought as he continued to play the part he had chosen for himself.
Blue sabre met red sabre with violent contact. Blue thrust. Red blocked. Blue slashed. Red defended. Blue attacked without thought. Always without thought. "Head before heart, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gonn thought. Red struck back. Seeing an opportunity, the Sith struck the reckless jedi with a swift kick. Blue couldn't strike back.
Qui-Gonn's eyes grew wide with worry as his padawen went soaring down into the abyss. "I really thought he was ready... Oh, what have I done!" he thought as the reality began to sit upon his shoulders like the weight of the world.
Suddenly green moved, but not by its usual master's command. Green was summoned, and naturally green flew to the call. Obi-Wan leapt from the abyss with green sabre in hand. With one swift swipe, the Sith was cut in two.
Snap.
Hiss.
There was no time for victory's sweet rejoice. Only one thought dared to dance across Obi-Wan's fragile mind. Master. Within a moment after the defeat, Obi-Wan was there by his master's side. Those innocent blue-gray eyes begged, pleaded for something to hold onto.
"Obi-Wan..." Qui-Gonn whispered between his gasps for air, "You are ready for the trials, but..."
"Yes, Master?" Obi-Wan responded, wide-eyed and hanging upon his master's every word.
"Do not train the boy." Qui-Gonn stated firmly.
"But, Master, you thought he was the one. I shall train him if that's what you wanted." Obi-Wan replied.
"No, Obi-Wan. It is too dangerous. Even I would be concerned about the boy's training. I forsee that you will become a great jedi knight. Don't worry about the boy. Face the trials and find your own destiny. The will of the Force has a plan for your promising life, Obi-Wan; don't waste it trying to live out mine." Qui-Gonn said.
Obi-Wan nodded.
"Now, leave me, Obi-Wan. The Force is taking me soon. I need to be alone." Qui-Gonn stated.
"Of course, Master." Obi-Wan whispered as he slowly stood.
No other words were exchanged between the master and the padawen. Obi- Wan did as he was told. He quietly left his master in his requested solitude.
Qui-Gonn finally sighed. He knew he wasn't going to die just yet. He hadn't been hit that terribly. A mild burn scarred him skin-deep. However, something had wounded his heart deeper than any sabre could.
"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan, but it has to be this way. To train the boy, I will have to go against the wishes of the jedi council. Even if you complete the trials, I doubt the council will allow me to train the boy. I've rebelled against them before, and I shall do it again. There's no need to ruin your future with my nature. This boy must be trained. Surely you can understand that. Perhaps not, though, which is why it must be this way." he thought as he slowly rose to his feet.
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