Authors Note: Hello there! This is my first fan fiction work on here so I'd appreciate any constructive critism you may have, however flames are not good and will only be used to warm my flat (apartment). Please R'n'R and let me know if I should carry on with this. Thanks KD x
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"Master?" Came a small voice from beside the Jedi's sleep couch, the master had been awake of course, but had chosen not to reveal it. "Master?" The voice came again timidly.
Qui-Gon Jinn shuffled around in his sleep couch until he faced his young apprentice's tired blue eyes. "Yes, padawan?" He asked quietly, feeling the force around the boy's emotions. He hid his surprise well when he felt the dark tendrils of evil surrounding the younger man, allowing him to continue.
"Master, I…I…had a dream." The boy muttered, looking down at his shuffling feet. Qui-Gon sat up immediately and moved to make space next to him. The boy had had dreams or nightmares before and he never recovered from them well while alone. "Sit padawan." He said soothingly, not flinching as the other lent against him. "Tell me."
Running a hand through his hair the other began to speak; all the while his voice holding the subtle quiver of tears unshed.
"I dreamt that I turned master. I saw myself; I was older…about twenty…I think. There was fire and…and burning…and a pain I cant describe. The pain was inside of me and outside of me. I…I couldn't breathe. I was consumed…and I was powerful. I was so powerful, the power Qui-Gon, it was amazing!" The boy paused for breath, a strange sort of pleased, even smug look on his face. His blue eyes suddenly flicked upwards to meet and bore into Qui-Gon's own. The Jedi Master suddenly felt the evil he had sensed earlier in his apprentice rise and swell, the feeling was so intense that had his control not been grater the flicker of his apprehension would have shown on his face.
"And that's when I saw you, Master. You walked towards me and all I could feel was overwhelming HATE! I HATED YOU MASTER AND I WANTED YOU DEAD!" Qui-Gon issued an almost inaudible gasp as he felt the evil break like a cresting wave over the both of them and diminish…almost. The boy stopped shouting and let his head fall into his hands, Qui-Gon held him firmly as sobs wracked his lithe frame. "I'm sorry Master, I am so so sorry."
"It's alright Padawan." Qui-Gon soothed, running his hand over the sixteen year olds back comfortingly. "Dreams do not always add to visions and the future is not fixed but fluid. Besides…" He added as an after thought, "…I may be hard on you but I don't think that I'll make you hate me!"
Xanatos looked up at his Master and smiled, "No Master, I don't think you will. I won't hate you."