Author's Note: Star Wars most definitely DOES NOT belong to me. . .and please don't sue me for use of characters in this worthless plot! I am poor! I is! I is! Anyway, listen, if you think I should continue with this idea, please leave me a review. If not, I'll abandon it now while I still can. Thanks!
Summary: When a Jedi dies, he does not merely vanish into the Force, but the Force takes him to a place where he is given a second chance, just like all Jedi before him have been given a second chance. Obi-Wan decides that perhaps dying is not as painless as he might've hoped. On top of dealing with his Sith-turned-back-to-Jedi apprentice, he must face old demons in the form of his old Master. Oh, that he were alive again. . .although it is nice being twenty again.
Prologue - "Waking in a Heavenly Hell"
When one dies, one does not melt away into the Force like I thought they did. They can be given a gift to right their wrongs and recreate their lives in a better fashion. When Vader's blad sliced my skin and bone, I was left in limbo so that I might watch over Master Luke. Yet, when the Empire fell, and Luke was safe, I was pulled into a world of new, and old. It was the Jedi Temple of the Republic of Old, settled in the midst of a Force-created world. It was then that I realized that even the dead can hurt.
For I remembered a shattered Temple with bloodstained walls and festering corpses. A broken cry escaped my lips as I fell to me kneew on the shining white steps of the new temple. Even nightmares live in sleep, and whatever Jedi said that emotions were a weakness was a damned fool. . . .
But only because he was right. Even I, Obi-Wan Kenobi, cannot kill a demon of my past. Not even when I am dead. Especially when that demon is all I had to live for. . .
Revenge.
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