Title: Cry
Genre: General/Angst
Rating: G
Summary: A brief sketch of what Obi-Wan felt in being rejected as a padawan learner.
Note: My very first Star Wars fic!
He sat in the empty changing room on a small bench, shoulders slumped, his head bowed down. The corridors were now silent that the tournament was over; the gymnasium now devoid of cheering Jedi initiates, padawans and masters.
He did not understand. He had fought well against his opponent, had he not?
Thinking back upon the recent duel, Obi-Wan remembered the successful blows he had inflicted upon his opponent, the successful parries he had dealt. He had even managed to keep his anger and fear in control. He had remembered to let the Force guide him instead of striking out in a frenzy of emotion.
Why then, had he not been chosen as a padawan? What was he doing wrong? Why had he not been chosen yet? He was nearing the age of thirteen…soon it would be too late.
He swallowed.
Previous duels before many different masters flew through his mind. The very first, had not gone so well, but the others, he had improved so much from each. In each, he had been hopeful that his performance would catch the attention of the masters that came seeking apprentices.
And each time he had been rejected.
A lump began to grow in his throat.
What was wrong with him? Why did not anyone want him? Many of his classmates had already been chosen. Why not him?
His eyes began to sting, his vision blurring.
Was he not good enough? Was he…was he not destined to become a Jedi?
He blinked furiously, trying to prevent the hot tears that threatened to fall.
It was all he wanted. To be chosen, to become a Jedi knight.
The tears began to fall.
It was all he wanted.
End.