Authors Note: This is my first fanfic so I would love some feedback on how I could grow as a writer. I don't know how often I will update but I'm going to try at least once a week.
Disclaimer: I do not have any rights to the characters they were created by George Lucas and Dave Filoni, I'm just borrowing them for the story.
Summary: Darth Maul is back and he wants revenge and he will do anything he has to.
"Come on Master, pay attention, this is the third time I have beat you today," Ahsoka says, pointing her training saber at Anakin throat. "What's wrong Master? You've been acting strange today, out of it, you never let me win this easily, is it because of Obi-wan?" She questions de activating the saber and holding her hand out to help him up.
"Yeah, I'm worried about him Snips, it's just not like him to run away without telling the council, I don't even know where he has gone, all I know is that he toke the Twilight", Anakin confides walking over to the large widow that looks out onto the busy streets of Coruscant. "He always goes by the rules, never disobeys the council, that's my job", he says with a weak chuckle. Before sighing deeply and placing his two hands onto the glass, feeling the mild vibrations as the hover cars and buses raced past.
"That's not the only thing is it Master, him simply not being here wouldn't cause you as much pain as it is, you have to remember that I can sense your emotions almost as well as you can sense Obi-wan's", she said softly walking up to the window to stand beside her master, the big brother she never had. "It's okay to feel worried for him, Anakin, I'm worried too."
"I feel great sadness from him, and hope, he is feeling so much hope, but underneath that hope there is an undercurrent of fear, Obi-wan doesn't feel fear Snips, it's just not like him", he replies to her, speaking just above a whisper. "But more than anything he feels conflicted, he's being challenged, I just don't know by what".
"Did he do anything or go anywhere right before he left?" Ahsoka asked her master leaning against the wall next to the large window, looking at him. "Did you ever think that he might have gotten a mission?"
"If you got a mission he would have taken his own ship, not mine, especially the Twilight," he said while ranking his brain for those few moments before his old master had suddenly left. "Master Windu and Master Yoda called him into one of the transmission rooms just before, he seemed out of sorts once he exited. Maybe that's why, but that doesn't explain why he's so conflicted," he signed closing his eyes.
It was then that it came to him. He felt it in the force. An old enemy was with Obi-wan, a dark Sith lord who everyone believed to have been dead. Darth Maul. A red and black Zabrak who had killed Qui Gon Jinn without mercy, but Obi-wan had killed him, cut him clean in half, so how was he still alive. It's impossible. Oh no, what had Obi-wan gotten himself into.
"Master, master, are you okay? You blacked out for a moment," Ahsoka asked placing a steady hand on the master's shoulder helping him to sit down.
"None of us are snips, not a single person in the whole galaxy is going to be okay anymore," Anakin said sadly putting his head in his hands.