The truth about Obi Wan

Today I had a day off, I always looked forward to these, I would not have to listen to my master Count Dooku, as he yelled at me and tried to get me to do all of his chores on top of my own, a day of peace. I could finally visit the one person who I cared about the most, my wife, who I had managed to keep secret for a good five years or so, I visited her on a regular basis usually, but it had been at least eleven months since I had last seen her, which saddened me greatly. I know that I have broken the Jedi code: do not get attachments to anyone, but I could not help it, it seemed like the force was willing me to love her, and I am well known for listening to what the force tells me to do instead of the Jedi council.

I walk outside and get onto the red and white ship that is waiting for me to board, the captain smiles at me and does not question where I am going, he already knows, I pretend that I miss my home planet a lot, I do but not because of the beautiful scenery but because of the woman that I love. I sit down and think about what we are going to do whilst I am there, getting so caught up in my own fantasies that I do not hear the ship stop, the captain looks at me strangely and I thank him for dropping me off as I quickly jump off of the ship.

What I see startles me, the village is in total havoc, flames line the streets, the houses their obvious targets, most are already totally black with smoke and smouldering, I wince as I hear the screams of women and children who are fleeing for their lives and I know that I need to get to my wife, she is in danger. I run through the distraught streets until I see our house, I run inside to see her curled up in a ball in the corner of the room, I rush over to her, "Marianna?" I question her, she looks up weakly a small smile appearing on her face, then I see it, the massive gaping hole in her stomach and I find it hard not to look away, "What happened? Are you okay?" I question her knowing the answer to the second question, she shook her head, "I … do … not … know, I … am … not … fine … die … I … will." She manages to stutter out, "No! No you won't!" I say trying to convince myself but failing she shakes her head sadly as I caress her face, then she looks down at something that she is holding to her chest, she hands it over to me and I gasp as I look down to see a beautiful young boy with determined blue grey eyes and a small tuft of ginger hair like his mother. "He is … your son … take him … to the … Jedi te-e-mple … with you," she stutters, "His name … is … Obi Wan … Kenobi." And with that she takes her last breath and I try not to cry out to her, I look back at the young boy in my arms and know that I need to get him to safety, he has a strong force symbol, that may be why the village was attacked in the first place, and I shake my head, how could a small boy cause so much trouble? I kiss my wife goodbye then hold the bundle close to my own chest as I hurry back to the ship.

I sit back in my seat and yell at the pilot to get a move on, which he does and I am filled with relief, at least Obi Wan is safe and he looks pretty content with snuggling into my arms and I cannot get over one thing, Obi Wan Kenobi is my son, I have a son! I will never be so happy in my life, but also so scared that we will get found out, I would be kicked out of the Jedi order instantly without a glance back and I would never be able to see Obi Wan again, it was enough losing my wife, losing my son would be terrible, so I will bear yet another secret and hope that he does not act or look like me when he is older.

When we arrive back at the space port, or whatever they call it these days, I can see that Master Yoda is there, probably expecting something special to happen, he is never taken by surprise, at his side is Master Windu and my good friend Padda wan Tahl, both Mace and Tahl look confused, Yoda must of dragged them here and I cannot help but let out a quick chuckle at the looks on their faces. I step out of the ship and Yoda is looking at me expectantly, I smile, I have thought through my answer, "When I arrived on my home planet I saw that the whole place had literally gone up in smoke, the force guided me to this youngling, I believe that he is strong in the force and may even be the reason that the fire started in the first place. His name is Obi Wan Kenobi." I say quickly, Yoda holds his hands out and I reluctantly hand my son over to him, "Strong in the force he is." He says, "Trained at the temple he will be." And with that my son is quickly carried away and I try to forget about him, try being the key word in the sentence.