First Encounter: Destined in the End
*This is a short funny fic. I figured that because of all the seriousness in Darkside Padawan 1-5, I needed to be cured. Enjoy!
A little boy walking down the hallway of the Masters' Quarters. He was about three.
"Good mowning Master Gywoo." The little boy said bowing.
"Good morning."
This little boy seems to be an angel but listen to what he has in mind.
Dawn! He's got a light saber.
The little boy thought.One by one the little boy searched every masters' quarters. None had a saber left around. Until, one of the masters did. And not only was it lying there the master left to talk with another knight.
Perfect!
The little boy thought with a mischievous look on his face.Carefully watching the master near by, he slipped into the room and darted for the saber. He picked it up holding it with the most ah and glory he'd ever felt. The look on his face gleamed a smile as he noticed the cloak and the mirror.
Standing with an extremely large cloak and light saber in hand, the little boy practiced stances. He pretended to fight imaginary Sifs (siths) swinging the handle as hard as he could.
"Back you evwil doews!" He'd proclaim in his small but mighty voice.
Then out of the clear blue he felt the footsteps coming toward him near by.
"Uh oh!" He whispered quietly searching for a place to hide.
Hiding behind the door, with the enlarged cloak laying out, the boy hid hoping not to be found.
The master spoke to himself aloud, "That's strange I thought I set my things here."
Turning around he noticed two little feet underneath the door. He walked over and quickly snatched it open.
"Hello there…"
The little boy stood silent hiding the saber behind his back.
"Do have some things of mine?"
The little boy nodded a no.
"How about your name, what is it?"
In a quiet voice the boy answered, "O-Obi. Obi-wan"
"Ah, Obi-wan. Well, I'm Qui-gon. It's nice to meet you."
Obi-wan held out his hand and suddenly the lightsaber turned on burning Obi-wan's fingers.
"OUCH!!!" He screamed jumping up and down.
Qui-gon immediately rushed to help. Obi-wan's hand was scorched black. Qui-gon picked him up and brought him to the bathroom counter. He dabbed healing herbs that were mixed into a paste on Obi-wan's hand and wrapped it in gauge.
"Why were you messing with my lightsaber? You know you're not old enough to handle one yet."
"I… I… well… all the otew kids get sabews so I wanded one too."
"I see, so you decided to take mine. Well, having a lightsaber isn't all what it's cracked up to be. There's a lot of hard work involved to have the skill to use one. Not to mention when."
"Well, one day I'll haf a lightsaber wevew ow not it takes hawd wowk. I wanded to kill a sif and stuff."
"One day you'll understand, Obi-wan. One day." Qui-gon sighed smirking.
"Bye te way," Obi-wan began to ask, "Awe you a Jedwi K-night ow Mawestew?"
"Knight, why?"
"Oh, dawn it all. It wasn't evwen wowths my time and twouble!"
Qui-gon just smiled and lifted him off the sink and set him on the floor. "Come on. I have to go take you back to where you belong."
Obi-wan tugged and begged, "Wait! Can I evwer go wif you on a michion?"
Obi-wan gazed at the tall man(you know the guy with the Padawan cut just starting to grow out, kinda tall thin but strong with the blue eyes? Yeah him)
Qui-gon turned away as this strange feeling crossed him. He merely replied, "Maybe one day."
Obi-wan smiled and started to walk behind Qui-gon. Qui-gon put his hand and led the little boy back to his teacher.
THE END
