Prologue
The twin suns of Tatooine were high in the sky as Darth Vader walked across the desert, his hood shielding his face. A small hut came
into view across the vast expanse of sand. Vader's did not like sand, it got into everything. As he neared the hut, Vader sensed a
presence he had not sensed for 10 years. The person in question was not home, merely remnants of his force signature remained.
Vader entered the hut, his cold eyes surveying interior of the small home. His suspicions had been correct; his former master was still
alive.
'Obi-Wan', his anger intensified at the thought. Vader sat down upon a kitchen chair hidden in the shadows. Obi-Wan would return
eventually and Vader would be waiting. The day for his revenge had finally come.
Obi-Wan was hot, so hot. The sweat dripped down his face, mixing with the sand that whirled around him. In the years he had lived
there, he had grown to hate the heat and sands of Tatooine. Just like Anakin.
'Anakin,' his heart ached at the thought of his fallen apprentice, 'My only brother, my only son.' Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan
blinked
away tears. No use to dwell in the past, what's done is done. The familiar sight of his hut appeared over the cliff and he made to walk
down, but suddenly he stopped. His heart thudded in his chest. 'Anakin,' he thought, 'he's here.' And despite his former apprentice's
status as a Sith lord, Obi-Wan could not help the happiness that filled his heart at the thought of seeing him again.