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It seemed like an eternity before the pain began to subside. Angry red gashes chased one another across the sensitive flesh like a horde of angry bees. A dull ache was growing rapidly in his skull and every time he tried to move a sharp stabbing pain shot through his right leg. Cold began to creep into the tiny room in which the boy was trapped, lying on the cold red stones, bleeding and broken. Far above him in the high windows he watched as the warm glow from the nearest sun faded slowly from the bleak gray walls. The planets two moons took up their watch as sentinels over the sleeping world. As he slipped once more into unconsciousness he thought he heard a distant voice calling to him, but despair and darkness took him and Obi-Wan Kenobi knew no more.
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The darkness was absolute. Obi-Wan lay on the cold stone floor of his tiny prison. He could hear distant footsteps approaching as the guards drew closer to his cell. Seconds ticked by until the heavy iron door was thrown open with such force that dust fell from the high ceiling. He winced against the sudden light. The guard strolled into the room.
"Get up" he thundered. He jerked Obi-Wan up off of the floor. White-hot pain surged through his body from his many wounds as he fought to stay conscious.
"Lying around at this hour of the day, it just won't do." The guard laughed as he gave the boy a brutal shove out of the door into the waiting arms of the second guard.
"We'll have to fix that won't we?" Both guards broke into raucous laughter at their own brilliance. They started off down a long dark corridor dragging Obi-Wan behind them. Their laughter seemed to fill his mind until it was all he could hear. Somewhere down the hallway Obi-Wan was overcome by darkness once again.
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When next he woke he found himself in a dimly lit room only slightly bigger than the previous. Quickly taking his bearings he found that he was lying on a soft bed made out of feathers. A gentle hum told him that he was onboard some sort of ship or spacecraft. His guards were no where to be seen.
"You're awake, good."
Obi-Wan almost jumped out of his skin. He had thought he was alone in the room. Reaching out with the force he realized that the speaker was in a far corner shrouded in darkness. He tried to ask who was there but his throat was dry and his voice cracked from disuse. In the next moment the speaker stepped forward into the light. He was tall with flaming red hair. But it was his eyes that unnerved Obi-Wan the most; they were purple, flecked with gold, and they were cold, cold without a shred of compassion. Evil was written over ever inch of the man's person. Run, screamed a voice in Obi-Wan's head, run for your life.
