Its finally here guys. The 'A Master Of The Force' Series has started. hope you enjoy the first chapter and read the rest of the series when it comes out (Eventually!) if any of you are on Deviantart i wondered if you could do an awsome drawing og Manizra for my story. i would appreciate it a lot. Thanx. (Hug!)


Chapter 1: The Dream.

As they fought her she twisted and turned round them like a twi'lek dancing for Jabba The Hutt. Her red hair dancing around her, her black dress flowing round her like a parachute. She grinned and made a swipe for his chest, he moved out the way just in time to feel the heat being emitted from the lightsaber. The older man went on the offensive, attempting to strike her down with a swift and decisive move of his lightsaber. Grinning again she back flipped, raising her foot as she went, making it collide with his nose making a loud crack as he hit the floor, his nose apparently broken. Anakin moved towards her, his lightsaber lit and poised to strike this witch down, who stood above his Master, ready to strike a deadly blow to his chest. As Anakin ran towards her, ready to stick his lightsaber through her chest and see her crumple to the floor, she lifted her head and pushed him back using the force with such power, that when he hit the metal pole behind him, it created a large dent from his head. Lifting his head, he saw the Sith Lord raise her hand towards his Master, and lift him gracefully and clench her fist. There he watched in horror as his Master's breathing became wheezy and painful, as he reached for his neck to somehow pull of the invisible force strangling him. And as Manizra walked over to Anakin, still strangling Obi Wan, she moved her hand over his face and he saw no more.


Jumping up from his dream, Anakin found he drenched in sweat, feeling it pour down his back, into his trousers. His head pound and his breathing was heavy. Swinging his feet of his bed Anakin put his head between his hands. Who was that women, her red eyes pierced his, her skill frightened him. Sighing Anakin stood up and made his way into the living area. He was staying with Obi Wan for the time being, Padme was on a diplomatic visit to Mandalore so he couldn't go to stay in her apartment, and Ahsoka was in the medical ward after a bad case of food poising after Anakin cooked a couple of nights ago. He didn't stay in his apartment where he and Ahsoka slept; it would be too quiet so he took to staying a few nights with Obi Wan.

Groaning he looked towards the chronometer to see that it was just three o'clock in the morning, he wasn't tired, though when he looked at himself in the mirror his hair was just a clump of brown making him look like a cleaners mop. Sighing he slouched onto the sofa and sat on the holoremote turning the TV up to full blast.

"SHIT" Anakin swore out loud trying to turn the TV off before he woke Obi Wan up.

Switching it of manually he relaxed again watching to see where he was sitting and slouched down again. From the room next to his he heard a stir and cry sound out as though he was in pain. Rushing into the room Anakin saw Obi Wan thrashing about in his sleep

"No you will not harm her," He shouted out loud.

'Who the hell is he talking about' Anakin thought to himself.

A blood curdling scream pulled Anakin to his sense's and he turned back to Obi Wan, trying to think of ways to wake him up desperately.

Anakin placed his hands on Obi Wans shoulders to wake him but he just wriggled and squirmed. 'Fine then you want to play this game' Anakin thought to himself. Anakin grabbed his shoulders again and shook him hard.

"What could you possibly be dreaming about Obi Wan" Anakin shouted to him trying to wake him still shaking him. Turning to his last resort Anakin grimaced and prepared for the worst.

"I'm sorry about this Obi Wan" Anakin said apologetically. The thing he did next could end up getting him a scolding from his Master but he didn't care.

*Smack*. Anakin slapped Obi Wan across the face in an attempt to wake him, and his tactic seemed to be working. Obi Wan was starting to groan and stopped crying. 'Good sign' Anakin thought. Anakin slapped him again and suddenly Obi Wan lurched up panting and sweating just as Anakin had been when he had woken from his dream.

"Anakin, what in Sith Hells was that about" Obi Wan shouted at him.

Anakin felt shocked at his actions, he had just woken him up from a nightmare that looked as though it would kill him and he was shouting at him.

"Well I'm sorry Master but you were having a dream that looked as though it would kill you" Anakin shouted back, his anger bubbling up.

A sudden spur of pain shot through Obi Wan's head that made him stop and grimace. Anakin looked at his Masters face, seeing it scrunch up in pain.

"Master are you ok?" Anakin asked, his thoughts worried about him.

Obi Wan didn't answer, the pain that went through his head was like a bad headache, or like the time he and his friends decided to go out to a nightclub when they were Padawans and he had a hangover the next morning, along with Qui Gon shouting at him because he had been late that night. Then it stopped.

Obi Wan took his hands out of his head to see Anakin looking at him with fear.

Obi Wan stood up, his legs shaking and his head light-headed.

"I've gotcha Master" Anakin said as Obi Wan's knees gave way beneath him.

'Why am I so weak' he thought to himself, gripping onto his former Padawans shoulder making him bite his lip in pain.

Anakin led Obi Wan into the living area and set him down on the sofa, then looked at the chronometer. 'Five past three' Anakin thought to himself as he looked at the time. He thought it was later than that.

"Obi Wan, I'm going to make some tea. Do you want some?" Anakin shouted out to Obi Wan from the kitchen. He didn't expect an answer, thinking that he had gone back to sleep. He walked through and saw Obi Wan with his head in his hands again, obviously in deep thought.

Using the force Anakin turned on the kettle and put the tea bag into the teapot. Listening to the steam coming out of the kettle relaxed Anakin as he poured it into the teapot and brought it through to the living room. Obi Wan was now staring into space as Anakin shoved a mug into his hands; he felt the coldness of his hands against the warmth of Anakin's.

"Master what is it?" Anakin questioned, watching as Obi Wan made no movements to drink his tea. Sighing he turned to face his former apprentice, why did he have to ask so many questions. His curious nature had always made him smile but sometimes it made him frown.

"I'm just thinking about my dream that's all"

'More like a nightmare' Anakin thought to himself bitterly.

Curious to know more about Obi Wan's 'dream' Anakin looked into his Masters face, his frighteningly pale face.

"What was your dream about Master"?

Obi Wan sighed and resolved that he would tell him. He would end up finding out sooner or later anyhow.

"My dream was about life and death," Obi Wan said, finally.

Life and Death.

No Clue what any of that was about. next chapter out soon!