AU 2: Fire and Ice
The planet that they were camped out on was a non-descript Mid Rim planet covered in global grasslands. Obi-Wan watched mournfully as the glittering bronze form of his master's Draki soar through the air. Every Jedi had their Draki form. Master Yoda was the most powerful (and smallest) Earth Draki in centuries, like Qui-Gon. Master Windu was an Onyx with glittering black scales and eyes the shade of his lightsaber. Bant had manifested for the first time on their last mission and became a rare Hypnos Draki. And Obi-Wan was left waiting. And waiting. And waiting. He didn't notice his master touching down until he felt a familiar hand on the shoulder.
"Do not lose faith," he rumbled. "Your time will come my padawan."
He looked up at the glittering stars. "I hope so, Master."
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He almost died that day.
Four years later and he still hasn't manifested yet. And as he felt the bond break, he faced the dark Onyx with amber eyes and red markings. He shouldn't have survived. He fell to the ground, broken and bleeding, and sobbed.
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"I will train the boy. I must."
"So sure of the future you are, young Obi-Wan?" Yoda tapped his cane thoughtfully. "Agree, the boy must be trained, I do. To unstable, to powerful to not be. But, what of his draki, hmm? Teach him to fly will you?"
Obi-Wan ground his teeth together. "My master had faith in me. I will train the boy."
"Very well, young one. Very well."
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The dreaded day came too soon for his liking. Anakin was the first Fire Breather in centuries, even before Master Yoda. It happened during a sparring tournament with the other Padawans. He got angry, and soon he was covered in scales and with great wings the color of flame. But soon the dual was forgotten as his age mates and their masters flocked around him in congratulations, with those who could manifested. But not all they said was praise.
"Kenobi can't handle a Fire Breather!"
"Kark, he can't even manifest!"
"How can we trust Ani with a dead Draki?"
"Master Kenobi shouldn't even be a Jedi wihtout a Draki!"
"Maybe he's a Sith, a Draki killer!"
"Naw, even Sith have Draki!"
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Despite the molten rivers of lava, despite the heat and the sweat dripping down his face, Obi-Wan was cold.
So cold. Frozen.
He stares into the eyes of his brother, his son. They match his scales now. He can feel himself weakening. He couldn't las much longer against Anakin in his full Draki form-
-he growled. What? A great shudder passed though him, and Anakin's golden eyes grew wide in surprise. He felt new power coursing through his limbs and- wings?! Despite the heat, a bone chilling mist surrounded him.
"How?!" Anakin snarled. "Your Draki is dead!"
"Anakin, my Draki didn't die. It just never lived."
The fight went on more vicious than before. Light and Dark. Love and Hate. Fire and Ice. But Ice couldn't kill the Fire. And the Fire will seek revenge. Their battle will live in the stars forever, until the very Force itself dies.
A/N: May expand, may not. Again, done for now.
