I wasn't snooping. Really, I wasn't. My master left his desk in his old room when I became his padawan, so technically it was mine. Which meant everything in it was mine. So it wasn't snooping. I was "exploring". I only used the desk for homework and building things, and I never checked the drawers. I guess I got curious as to what my master may have stored in there, but I was too busy to really care. But with the war and my wife and all, it was easy to get bored on leave, so this time the curiosity got the best of me.
And now here I was, thirteen years later, opening them for the first time. The first drawer was filled with pencils, plain and colored. Well, what had I expected? A treasure map or a murder confession or something? Not from my master. Obi-Wan was as boring as dust. But as I dug around a little, I found a stack of papers, which was odd enough as it was. Paper was hard to come by in the temple, what with all the datapads and holoviewers and technology like that. Mom used to bring home sand paper when I was little. No, not the dry scratchy stuff that flakes off grit. Regular paper only made of sand. But this stuff was high quality. And each piece had a drawing on it. Beautifully colored sunsets and gardens with waterfalls, well done portraits of knights and padawans, quick loose sketches that made even my best artwork look like a three year old finger painted it. I couldn't believe my master made them. I never guessed Obi-Wan could be artistic.
I sorted out the best and placed them on the desk before stashing the rest safely in the drawer, deciding to ask Obi-Wan about them later. The second drawer is where this gets interesting. Because in there I found….absolutely nothing. I frowned, disappointed that there wasn't anything there. Wait, what was that? One corner was lifted up slightly, and I peeled it off. Lo and behold, a secret compartment! Obi-Wan, you are a clever one.
In the compartment there was a leather bound book. Not very big, no fancy cover or ornate designs. Just a little leather strap to keep it closed. I picked it up and opened it, hoping to find more drawings, and was disappointed yet again. There were just words written in pencil, on every page. Maybe this was… oh my Force. Was this… no, it couldn't be…was this my master's diary?
I snickered slightly at the thought. Girls had diaries, boys didn't. It was a rule of life. Torn between wanting to respect my best friend's privacy and wanting to know what kind of sappy stuff he put in this, the latter curiosity won and I flipped to the first page and began reading.