Disclaimer: Star Wars belong to the Great Flanneled one. (All
Hail George Lucas!) The titled of the song comes from the
Matchbox Twenty song "Cold" from the More Than You Think You
Are album. Rob Thomas and Matt Serletic wrote the song, so
hail to them as well.
Author: KrystalBlaze
Summary: A voice is calling Obi-Wan to the sea. When the Council refuses his request to investigate, he and Anakin take matters into their own hands as Obi-Wan faces a dangerous and deadly fall from grace.
Rating: PG-13 (for violence}
Ah, my beautiful readers, I now bring you into this dangerous and deadly work of fiction. I hope you enjoy it.
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"Tell me how we're going to make it last
You're ready to fly
I'm ready to crash"
-Cold, Matchbox Twenty
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PROLOGUE
The waves crashed around him, violently thrashing his body with its relentless rolling. With one arm and his legs, he propelled himself towards upward, his lungs aching painfully. His right arm sang in pain, sending a sway of pain of pain thudding through his body. The saltiness of the ocean stung his eyes, but he forced them open, swimming for the surface, swimming for air.
He erupted with a gasp, the wind and water slapping his face. He opened his mouth to scream, but water filled it, and the waves pushed him under again. Choking, he forced his limbs to move and headed once again towards the surface. Drowsiness began to attack him, and for a moment he closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift away for a minute.
No.
He began to swim. He had to swim. He would not let himself be killed without a fight. If the Force wanted to take him, then so be it, but he would not go quietly. He refused it, breaking onto the surface once again. He pried his eyes open and forced himself to survey his surroundings, looking for any means of land. He wanted to curse the gods when he saw nothing but dark ocean, but once again he was pushed beneath the waves.
The voice began to fill his ears.
"Come."
Oh, it was so lulling and beautiful, peaceful yet forceful. He wanted to close his eyes and let the waves rock him to sleep, but his heart protested at the thought. He mustn't sleep. There was something to be done. He had to fight. . . must fight. . .
"Come."
He had to battle the titanic urge to sleep within himself. Had to, had to, had to. There was still so much to be done! He had to train Anakin. . . he had to fulfill his promise. . . he had so much work to do. . . the Council still had to send them on missions. . .
"Come."
He wouldn't go. His lungs began to ache. His limp arm screeched in pain and the salt stung the gash in his stomach. Kicking with his legs and paddling with his uninjured arm, he came to the surface long enough to gasp a breath of air, and then sank underneath the roaring sea.
"Come."
He tried to banish the noise from his ears, but it was useless. Even when it wasn't being spoken, the words danced throughout his mind, teasing in their softness and weakening his mind with the want to follow them. His eyes drifted shut once more.
Anakin!
They flew open, stinging again. Anakin! Anakin had been with him when. . . he was in the ocean. . . he was somewhere in the raging water! How could he have forgotten his Padawan? If he stopped fighting now, would Anakin survive? Was he weakening in the terrible depths of the sea? What if he had lost consciousness and was all ready dead?
"Come."
And suddenly the picture filled his mind: Anakin lying on a grassy hill, his arms spread out in front of him and blood trailing from a cut on his face. Even in the water, his breath hitched at the sight. Spinning himself around, he shot his gaze downward, searching for any sign of civilization, his mind twisting in grief when he saw none. Where was Anakin?
"Come."
Anakin was with the voice. The voice was beckoning him to Anakin. He could feel the power in it, vibrating with his Padawan's Force-presence. Anakin was calling him. He had only to close his eyes to find his apprentice. That above everything was the most important. He must find Anakin!
Closing his eyes, he let himself go, and drifted into a darkness so complete he screamed when the light pierced his eyes.
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Author: KrystalBlaze
Summary: A voice is calling Obi-Wan to the sea. When the Council refuses his request to investigate, he and Anakin take matters into their own hands as Obi-Wan faces a dangerous and deadly fall from grace.
Rating: PG-13 (for violence}
Ah, my beautiful readers, I now bring you into this dangerous and deadly work of fiction. I hope you enjoy it.
_____
"Tell me how we're going to make it last
You're ready to fly
I'm ready to crash"
-Cold, Matchbox Twenty
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PROLOGUE
The waves crashed around him, violently thrashing his body with its relentless rolling. With one arm and his legs, he propelled himself towards upward, his lungs aching painfully. His right arm sang in pain, sending a sway of pain of pain thudding through his body. The saltiness of the ocean stung his eyes, but he forced them open, swimming for the surface, swimming for air.
He erupted with a gasp, the wind and water slapping his face. He opened his mouth to scream, but water filled it, and the waves pushed him under again. Choking, he forced his limbs to move and headed once again towards the surface. Drowsiness began to attack him, and for a moment he closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift away for a minute.
No.
He began to swim. He had to swim. He would not let himself be killed without a fight. If the Force wanted to take him, then so be it, but he would not go quietly. He refused it, breaking onto the surface once again. He pried his eyes open and forced himself to survey his surroundings, looking for any means of land. He wanted to curse the gods when he saw nothing but dark ocean, but once again he was pushed beneath the waves.
The voice began to fill his ears.
"Come."
Oh, it was so lulling and beautiful, peaceful yet forceful. He wanted to close his eyes and let the waves rock him to sleep, but his heart protested at the thought. He mustn't sleep. There was something to be done. He had to fight. . . must fight. . .
"Come."
He had to battle the titanic urge to sleep within himself. Had to, had to, had to. There was still so much to be done! He had to train Anakin. . . he had to fulfill his promise. . . he had so much work to do. . . the Council still had to send them on missions. . .
"Come."
He wouldn't go. His lungs began to ache. His limp arm screeched in pain and the salt stung the gash in his stomach. Kicking with his legs and paddling with his uninjured arm, he came to the surface long enough to gasp a breath of air, and then sank underneath the roaring sea.
"Come."
He tried to banish the noise from his ears, but it was useless. Even when it wasn't being spoken, the words danced throughout his mind, teasing in their softness and weakening his mind with the want to follow them. His eyes drifted shut once more.
Anakin!
They flew open, stinging again. Anakin! Anakin had been with him when. . . he was in the ocean. . . he was somewhere in the raging water! How could he have forgotten his Padawan? If he stopped fighting now, would Anakin survive? Was he weakening in the terrible depths of the sea? What if he had lost consciousness and was all ready dead?
"Come."
And suddenly the picture filled his mind: Anakin lying on a grassy hill, his arms spread out in front of him and blood trailing from a cut on his face. Even in the water, his breath hitched at the sight. Spinning himself around, he shot his gaze downward, searching for any sign of civilization, his mind twisting in grief when he saw none. Where was Anakin?
"Come."
Anakin was with the voice. The voice was beckoning him to Anakin. He could feel the power in it, vibrating with his Padawan's Force-presence. Anakin was calling him. He had only to close his eyes to find his apprentice. That above everything was the most important. He must find Anakin!
Closing his eyes, he let himself go, and drifted into a darkness so complete he screamed when the light pierced his eyes.
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