Summary: A fear of something slowly dissipates after time and the thought of it drifts away from one's mind. But when the past comes back to haunt Obi-Wan and his friends, the memories are not only fresh, but real. Knowing that someone else was going through what they had, time is their only enemy as life grows thin, and time weary.

Disclaimers: No $ involved!! Only fun… for us, not the characters.

Rating: PG-13 for some torture (you expected me to leave that out?)

Author's Note: YES!! I finally finished… the prologue. Ok ok, I know I know… with all that time more should have been done but I have decided to kinda wing it in a way. So I can't promise day-to-day posts or n e thing, but ill try my best to have two or three out a week.

So with out much more blabbing… enjoy!

Chain of the Past

~The story of the past is always written in the future. Decide what you will preserve and what you will leave behind~

Prologue

Lightening lit up the pitch-black room as the thunder rumbles menacingly loud overhead. Jades of water streaked down the two windows forming a gentle waterfall in the midst of the chaotic storm. The rain patted loudly on the roof of the apartment drowning out the creek made on the floor from a light footstep.

A streak of light once again made daytime at night a lit up the room; reflecting on two black beady eyes. The carver's look hadn't changed much. He still wore the old leather tunic and the ratty black leather gloves that kept his prints from showing on all his misdeeds. His eyes still held a fire of hate. His lips still curled into an evil grin and his laugh still chilled anyone unfortunate enough to hear it race through the air. His responses were still quick and harsh. His feelings still cold. His heart still black and his revenge still fresh in his mind.

Long slender figures covered by tight soft leather reached out towards the small box sitting atop the table in front of the two windows that gave a spectacular view of the raging storm. The small silver key reflected the anger being released from the dark clouds hidden by the blanket of night, as crazy as the carver who held the small trinket.  A slow turn and a click told the anticipant being that for the first time in ten years his most prized possession had been opened. Ten long years, so worth the wait.

Reaching in slowly and pulling out the long silver object inside the boy let out a low laugh that filled the grungy apartment that he and his partner shared. The silver cylinder in his hands glinted the lightening dancing across the sky as it was turned slowly. Every dent, scratch, burn, warn spot was being inspected with a dead black gaze. A long slightly trembling finger made it's way from the bottom of the weapon to the top, stopping and hesitating over the small silver button. It was so tempting to push the small button to see the bright orange glow illuminate the night from his old, long gone friend's saber.

To be reminded that the brightness was the same as his friends smile, personality.

As bright as his glow for life.

Shaking his head the being laughed callously. He had been waiting so long for this moment and yet it didn't feel right. All his planning seemed to be short, not good enough. What was to come would be the worst. Reliving hellish memories and knowing what was happening to someone you loved. Every one of them would suffer greatly for his revenge. He was no longer a kid scheming up lame ways to get back at people for hurting him, but instead he was a grown being making up the worst he could cook up. The one way to get rid of the ones who betrayed him. The ones who would pay. The Jedi.

Clipping the ancient weapon to his belt the boy unconscious smiled at the thought of his old friend. Who now seemed to be his only friend from the past besides his partner. But even with the trust worthy man there were hesitations. 

The forgotten storm made itself known again as the apartment shook with a tremendous clap of thunder. Unsteady hesitant footsteps creaked the floor behind the alien. Turning around he stared at his companion. The one he had worked with and had cause so much pain with. A decision he has yet to regret.

Giving Dev a smile curled with the same insanity that drove his mind he nodded and walked from the home, out of the building, and out into the storm. Peering long over the horizon lightening lit up the gorgeous Temple that stood with serenity in the middle of everything.

Showdow shook his head as he thought of what his 'friends' were about to encounter. A return from the past.

Looking down at the chain around his neck Showdow laughed as his friend stood next to him in the pouring rain. Taking it off he looked at a rusted bead and slowly turned the silver chain in his hands till the first rusted ball fell to the palm of his hand again.

Each chain has a link. Each link will eventually repeat itself if turned in a circle. It was time for the chain to rotate. Time for that past to relive itself. For a new chain to begin.

Wahoo! First chap done! Well what you think? I believe by now most of you know how I luv reviews!! So tell me what ya think! Tell me everything… well ok not everything. Till Later~

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