Author's Note: This is my first fic. I don't own Satr Wars or any of its character's... I really wish I did... That would rock...
The work of a Jedi is never done. A young padawan's thoughts wandered to this through his meditation. He sat in one of the many meditations halls in the Jedi Temple of Courscant. This one in particular was not at all his favorite. Designed to resemble the frigid world of Hoth, the room was complete with gently falling snow and sub-zero temperatures. This did not bother young Obi-Wan. He refused to let it. Secretly he was cursing all that he could for the blasted cold, but what could you do? He sighed, his breath rising in a mist before him.
"Concentrate you must," said a voice that seemed to float across the room like a gentle breeze. "Focus thoughts within, should you. Let go." Obi-Wan opened his eyes and glanced at the small, green reptilian looking alien sitting along side him.
"I'm trying, Master Yoda, but it's…"
"Try there is not. Only do."
Obi-Wan sighed again and closed his eyes, trying with all his might to give himself to the living Force. A boy of only 7, he had not been at his training for long. He could feel the Force, but it was only a whisper in his ear. But it was enough. Obi-Wan was excited because he finally was allowed to train with Master Yoda, a privilege few shared, but anyone at the Temple would have killed to do. Try there is not. Only do. He buckled down and focused. Then, quite unexpectedly, he felt warmth enter his heart and the Force was with him. He gasped and opened his eyes, but the warmth left as soon as it came. He was surprised to hear Master Yoda start to chuckle.
"What is so funny?" he asked. Immediately he lowered his head and whispered an apology. Though he had been at the Temple for almost his entire life, he still had to battle his temper.
"Touch for the first time the Force you did. Exhilarating, was it? Like all happiness in entire galaxy you had, hmm?"
"Yes, Master."
"Greatest feeling it is. Enjoy it still, do I." He chuckled again and began to hobble out of the room.
"Master?"
"Yes, young Obi-Wan?"
"When did you first feel the Force?"
"Remember not do I. To bed you should go. Late it is. A job well done you have."
Obi-Wan checked his chronometer to find that he had been meditating over seven hours! He was shocked. He said his good-byes to Master Yoda and ran down the corridor to his dorm that he shared with three other padawans. Wait until he told his friends that he controlled the Force! No, he thought, I didn't control the Force, it controlled me. He shivered with cold; anyone who has spent time in the Hoth room will be cold for some hours after. He tiptoed in the room, hoping not to wake his fellow learners. What he was unaware of was they were waiting on him and they bombarded him with questions. He appeased as many as could and went to bed. A job well done you have. He smiled to himself thinking of those words and dreaming of coming days. The day he lifted things with the force, the day he became a Knight. His first battle. What he didn't dream, however, was dreams of fear. Dreams of death. Obi-Wan could not feel the shadow that was starting to descend upon the Force, but it was there. His dreams were of glory, but he couldn't possibly dream of the future.