Summary: This is six lessons that Obi-wan taught Anakin, or attempted to teach him, over the years. I tried to mix a little humor in with another angsty story, but we'll see what happens. Anyways, these are also six things that I consider fairly important as well.

And just as a side note, if you've read any of my other stories, you can probably already tell that I'm a huge fan of Obi-wan. To me, his character was really what held the Star Wars saga together, and I honestly find it rather difficult to write anything bad about him. I might try to one of these days, just to challenge myself...

Disclaimer: Again, I don't own any of the characters, or the settings, or the plotline, or... yeah.

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Prologue

I asked that little green troll once who he thought was the best Jedi in the Order. I expected him to say Mace or himself, or heck, maybe me! After all, I was the Chosen One. Only the most powerful force user alive. I was practically a shoo-in for the title of "Best Jedi".

But no.

He only smiled that weird smile of his and turned his green head to stare out of the floor-to-ceiling windows lining the hall. I followed his gaze, but failed to see what he found more important than the question I just asked him. "See the sunset, do you?" he asked me in his backwards dialect.

I did see the sunset, for the first time it seemed. I had never taken the time to notice, I guess. Reds and oranges swirled together with a little yellow mixed in to form one of the most beautiful backdrops I had ever seen. A deep purple color lined the very edges of it and faded to a sheet of dark blue to black where the stars were just beginning to shine. It was awe-inspiring and I suddenly found myself at a loss for words. Yes, I saw it, but I couldn't seem to form even a one-word response. What was he getting at anyway?

He turned to look at me again, the wrinkles in his face making him look far too wise for a Jedi of such short stature. "Seeing it for the first time, are you? Beautiful, it is, hmm?"

"Y-yes, master," I stuttered, still struck dumb by what I had missed out on all those years.

"Unnoticed, your master is, yet more radiant in the Force than any other, he always has been. Privileged, you are, to be able to learn from him."

Then he hobbled away, supporting himself with his little stick.

Had I heard him right? My master? Yoda thought he was the best? No, that made absolutely no sense. His power in the force paled in comparison to mine, not to mention he was a good six inches shorter than I was. Plus, he hated to fight and was the most emotionless human being I had ever met in my life.

At least that's what I thought at the time. I was only fifteen when I had that conversation with Master Yoda. Ten years later, after I had pledged myself to serving Sidius, after I had eliminated the entire Jedi Order, after my master had severed all three of my remaining limbs, after I had killed my own wife, I would finally realized that I had taken Master Yoda's words for granted. I had been privileged. Yes, I learned from him, but only what I thought I needed to learn.

I was too arrogant to realize that a truly great Jedi can never learn too much.

Wasn't sure about the prologue, but whatever...

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