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Step after step after step he took through the deserted streets wondering around aimlessly as he looked around for any sign of the beautiful city that once occupied his thoughts every time he thought about his home.
Yet every where he looked he could see only death, ashes and pain drowning the aura of peace and happiness that once was omnipresent through the peaceful capital of Naboo, his true home, the one place he never did have a chance to visit on pleasurable occasions.
In all his life he had visited his birth city only five times, each one a time of peril and tragedy, for himself as for others.
Almost all his memories of Naboo were encased in a shell of pain and suffering, pain at his own inability to protect the one man that has been like a father for him, pain at the sight of the droid armies marching across the once peaceful streets, pain at the thought of his inability to help the two people he would have protected even at the cost of his own life.
Yet one by one they had all been lost, all victims of the poisonous touch of the Sith. All taken too soon from a galaxy that requested their gifts now more than ever, but at least they had not gone for nothing.
Qui-Gon, Anakin and Padmé; the three pillars of his being had all slipped away from his grasp, one by one until all that remained was Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi master, general of the Grand army of the republic, master of Anakin, padawan of Qui-Gon and guardian of the one that left him the most precious gift he needed, her trust.
But what did those titles mean to him?
Nothing, each of them was nothing but traces of a dark past.
What did they bring him?
Pain and anguish, poison to his soul and anger to his heart; for that was what sent him on his pilgrimage to the once prosperous planet of Naboo twenty years after the Sith's fall into oblivion and the republic's rebirth.
He tried everything he could, but not even Yoda seemed to be able to help him, not even nine hundred years of experience could grant him a solution to his problems.
And thus he found his steps slowly guided towards the place where it all began, where he had took his first step along a path that would last 13 years before it reached its tragic end, a path filled with joy and sadness, with love and regret.
Naboo, had not yet been declared inhabitable, yet he had managed to get permission from both the Republics two chancellors and from the Jedi Council and thus he was the first one to see the surface of the planet ten years after the Battle of Naboo, the last battle in the Rebellion against Palpatine's New Order.
The planet had been the battlefield for a battle the likes of never seen since the Great Hyperspace War. For days the sky flashed, set ablaze by the obliterating charges of energy that sizzled against shields and ships of all sizes, types and convictions.
Some fought for their homes, some for the future of the galaxy, some for the Republic, others for a much simpler concept, they were the ones who fought for life itself, the ones that said "enough!" to the Empire's oppression and destruction and decided to step up and obtain justice once and for all.
But in the end it had surpassed a simple clash between oppressors and oppressed, it turned into a battle against evil itself as Master Kenobi found out quite painfully.
The city was nothing more than a mass of ruble and death, yet Obi-Wan could still clearly see the streets, the fountains, the gardens, he could hear the children's laughter and the busy hum of the living force as it flew among every one uniting them into the delicate shroud of the Force.
As he stepped through the abandoned roads, every footstep rousing a minute cloud of dust behind him, he remembered the victory parade that took place after the Battle of Naboo.
He could see the Gungan army parading on Theed's main boulevard heading straight for the Palace under the cheers of the people of Naboo, and most importantly his joy at the thought of Qui-Gon's reaction towards the reconciliation of two long arguing neighbors.
He could see the Jedi procession that came to honor Qui-Gon, he could feel the cool air that came from the thunderous fountains that surrounded all of Theed and he could sense the peace and prosperity that floated through the air.
Most importantly he remembered the sensation of emptiness that took hold of him when he saw Qui-Gon's body disappearing on the unreal pyre and how that emptiness was filled as much as possible by a brave small boy that managed to support both of them trough that moment.
As he finally managed to drift away from the mesmerizing flow of memories he notice to his surprise that his steps had guided him right to the Imperial Palace, the place where Palpatine moved the center of his Empire…
…And the place where he had been brought to his downfall.
Obi-Wan paused a moment in front of the colossal ruins that had replaced the architectural marvel that had once been the Palace of Theed and then he drifted back into the past, leaving the Force to guide his path.
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