Butterfly Effect: Wings of Time
Summary: Obi-Wan died during his battle against Darth Vader. Falling to his death, he wondered why his sweet Padawan had turned. For his suffering, the Force allowed him to try and change what had happened. Armed with doubts, the Force, and a fallen brother, Obi-Wan goes back to his first meeting with the young boy and will try to preserve the purity of the Chosen One. Will he succeed, with the help of his other brother, to save his future "son" from falling to the Dark Side? Or will History repeat itself with even more greater horrors than that should have happened?
Warnings: a bit of slash and mature contents. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapters that would have the mature part as well as in the scene just before. Violence, swear words, … the usual in a Star Wars movie.
Disclaimer: I do not own any cannon characters of the Star Wars Universe be they books/films/games/comics/….
This is the Beta version of my NaNoWriMo challenge fic called "Butterfly Effect".
Hope you guys like it, enjoy.
Prologue
The duel didn't go as planned. He couldn't fight the one he had raised practically for more than half of his life. Yoda was wrong. It was impossible to fight this Sith. He should have been sent to take down the Master. The Grandmaster was a much better choice in taken down the Sith Apprentice.
A Sith, not his little Padawan that he had the pleasure to see become a Knight. His son, all but in blood. The brother that could have been if his Master hadn't died by the red blade of the previous apprentice.
Seeing no reason to continue this fruitless battle — how could it be called a battle when one of the fighters did not want to fight? — he turned off his saber. Turning his back to the anger-consumed man with malevolent yellow eyes, he ignored the warnings sent by the Force to evade the push that sent him off the catwalks into the boiling lava of Mustafar.
Air whipped around him as he felt his surroundings grow hotter and hotter as he approached the liquid-fire.
He was falling.
He welcomed it, the fall to his death as, little by little, his life was coming to it's end. He couldn't bear to live, not when his former Padawan, his child, his son, his brother, had turned to the Dark Side. Killing many innocents, younglings even —which made the crime more horrifying than the kills he had done. He couldn't cope to see what the future would bring, preferring to welcome the darkness that would bring him eternal peace.
It was funny how his own destiny mirrored that of his Master's. Both of them had their first Padawan turn to the Dark Side. Both had to fight their own Padawan.
But the only difference was that while his Master survived the encounter with a much younger Padawan, he will not. He had wondered, when he first started his journey with Qui-Gon, why the older man was so cold and aloof. Now, he knew why and respected the man even more for taking him in and continuing to live.
When someone you called a son betrays you, it is nearly impossible to stand up and continue with life.
The air reached its paroxysm of heat, telling him that he finally reached the element that was the basic composition of the planet. Bracing himself, he prepared to feel the heat and pain of the burning before he could reach the coolness that was promised once he became one with the Force.
The only thing missing was the reason why his Padawan turned. Was it him? His teaching? The Will of the Force? Or was it something else? Could he have done something different to prevent all this tragedy?
Still wondering on the "if" and "would be", he hit the lava and screamed from the pain.
Death would not be merciful for someone who had failed.