AN:
This is actually written by my twin sister, thunderairborne, and she asked me to put it here.
Three years ago he had lost his padawan. Not to death or to the dark side. He had disappeared and Qui-Gon hadn't seen him since. He knew that he was still alive. In three years, that was all he knew.
He had spent a year looking for his wayward padawan until Yoda had told him to stop. Told him that if he continued to search for the lost boy, he would end up killing himself. The only reason he had listened was that Yoda promised that he would see him again. That didn't stop him from spending the next six months in complete frustration. For the last year and a half he just felt... empty. Lost. Like a part of him had gone. But Yoda never lied. He would see Obi-Wan again.
He sighed and ran his hands through his hair and over his face. He knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. It wasn't a nightmare though. Nightmares meant terror. He just dreamed of endless hopelessness, helplessness. His dreams of that night just made him angry, upset. Regretful.
/Where did he go? Was he taken forcibly? If not, why did he go? Is he okay? Is he in pain? Will I ever find him?/
The questions ran through his head every night. Not a one of them had been answered. He had almost all hope for finding the boy.
Heading into the cockpit of the small ship, he sighed again and picked up a datapad and reviewed his current mission.
/Rebellions...Lower class against upper class...Help negotiations...minimal bloodshed/
It wasn't exactly a textbook or ideal mission but he would go crazy if he stayed cooped up in his quarters too long. He wasn't sure if a problem like this could be solved with minimal bloodshed but he didn't care.
He hadn't cared in a long time. Not for three years.
It had been three years ago.
It had been three years since he had spoken to his master. The man he loved. It had been three years since he'd been a jedi padawan. It had been three years since he'd had to make the hardest decision of his life. It had been three years ago when he met Glayen, a dracori. His dracori.
Dracori were known as many things over the years.
Some cultures knew them as dragons.
His dracori was a bright green and looked as if someone had thrown gold dust on him. He had a long neck and was about meter long. His eyes glowed amber and his wings were just wide enough to encircle Obi-Wan.
And he had been Obi-Wan's only constant companion in the last three years.
/Flashback/
It had been a dark night. He had been out walking. Just walking. He couldn't stay out long or his master might notice his absence. He couldn't go back to sleep, not with the dream he just had. So much pain, so much death. Prescience sucked sometimes. All the time.
There was a noise, a warning in the Force. Not a sense of danger, just a sense of urgency.
Obi-Wan turned and looked into a dark was something in it. He had a feeling that it could be dangerous. But not to him. Never to him.
The alley stank but he didn't care. There was something in there that needed him. Not just to survive but... for what? He didn't know. There was a movement in the corner of his eyes and he glanced over and saw something about the size of a large cat. Crouching he approached it. It was... a lizard? It looked like a large lizard. Obi-Wan cocked his head at the small animal and it cocked its head at him. Its eyes were amber in colour and they practically glowed. Obi-Wan thought that anyone could get lost in those pools of emotion. It was young though. That he could tell.
He almost fell over when he heard the voice.
'You must make the choice jedi Padawan. You can take the young dracori, name him and be his companion or... you can leave him. You may stay with your master and become a Jedi Knight. You cannot chose both. If you choose the second path the youngling in front of you will die.'
'Who are you? Why are you giving me this choice? Why me?' he asked.
'It does not matter who I am. You are Dracoren. You were destined to find the young one in front of you. Your future has many possibilities and all of them rich in content. Only you however can make the choice that will save him' she said pointing at the creature, the dracori.
'What if I don't want some big future?' he asked though he already knew what path he would take.
'It is quite unavoidable, I'm afraid. Your future us going to be great. It is written in time, fate and through the universes. What is your decision?'
'What would Glayen need to eat?
/End Flashback/
It had been his choice to leave Qui-Gon behind and though he hated to leave the man with a second padawan who had left him, he knew what he had to do. At the moment, his dracori needed him. He needed his dracori. It would be the way until they died.