As we swam I saw the cobalt light in the distance in the midnight waters. As we approached it Obi Wan's arm still held me close to his side. As we emerged into the caves opening I gasped for air and his arm softly slide off from around my waist, as we both climbed out of the water panting. I looked at Obi Wan he slightly winced, an arrow had cut his side. The crimson blood started to seep through his shirt. I rushed to his side "Obi Wan!" I exclaimed, falling by his side.

"What can I do?" I spoke fearfully. He smiled at me

"Arie I'm fine. You must go to the end of the cave and collect one of the glowing material." He said calmly with a slight wince as he got to his feet.

I then jumped to my feet and wrapped my hands around his arm and supported him on his side. "Please Master let me help you."

"So who were those men?" I asked my concerned eyes returned to his wound.

"Those are not from a tribe, they are a group of their own called the Blood Aeon or so they call themselves. They have been hunting down the villagers if they even approach this cave."

"The villagers come here as well?" I asked.

"This is were they draw power for their spells." He replied and winced slightly as he took a step.

"Master, please let me tend to your wounds." I insisted, helping him lay down on the mossy ground. My heart started pounding I reached for his cloak and slipped it off him. His white shirt stuck to his strong chest exposing his sculpted muscles. I blushed slightly and focused on his wound. As I lifted his shirt I saw the wound and started to treat it with some bandages I had in my sleeve pocket. As I wrapped his wound, I felt his eyes on me. I nervously glanced back into his eyes. His eyes seemed to have a different emotion. One that made my face flush, trying to hide my cheeks I quickly returned to my work of bandaging his wound.

Later that evening in the cave I sat by a crackling fire gazing at Obi Wan deep in meditation. I knew of the power of Jedi to heal quickly by meditation and focusing on their wounds. I sat silently on the other side of the fire.

"How are you feeling my Master?" I asked concerned, biting my lower lip nervously.

Obi wan felt Aries eyes on him. He tried hard concentrating, but his thoughts kept coming to her. Her silk skin and her wet clothes clinging tight to her soft skin. He mentally scolded himself, never in his life was he so lost. He had followed the Jedi Order since he was a child and never was tempted by any pleasure that the universe held. His ways were disciplined and focused. Slowly opening his eyes at the sound of her voice. Her eyes sparkled with liquid amber in the firelight, gazing at him anxiously. His heart felt a pang of pain as it filled with fondness.

"I am almost healed." He lied, he couldn't see her worried. It made him feel uneasy, he wanted to see her sweet smile.

She smiled back at him from across the fire.

"Let me help you relax" She said her voice as smooth as silk.

He admired her beautiful form, as she circled him, he then mentally snapped at himself. What was happening to him? At this point he so confused on what he felt. He felt torn between his Jedi mentality and his attraction for her, his apprentice. He nodded towards her, suppressing a gulp. She rounded the fire and sat by his side. He could feel the warmth of her body and she drew near him. She laid her hands down on his shoulders and started to relax his muscles with a healing massage. He felt his body tense at her touch. He had never let a woman touch him, but the way she touched and massaged his shoulders made him feel so amazing. He felt the temperature in his body rise and he let his body relax to her gentle touch. He felt his ice wall fall and thoughts of them came into his mind. He imagined her soft lips as she talked. How he wanted to press them against his own. He became like clay in her hands. He felt the desire to kiss her, the desire to reach up and bring her into his strong arms. He then reached up and grabbed her gentle hand in his. She let out a gasp as he brought her face inches from his.

Massaging Obi Wan, Arie felt her blood run hot in her veins. His shoulders were so muscular and thick.

"I want him so much, but he's a Master Jedi and I am..." She sighed mentally. "Only if he knew what I felt."

She heard his breathing picking up, making her heart fluttered at the sound. He seemed to be so relaxed and lost in thought. Suddenly she felt his hand gently grasp hers. It sudden awoke her out of her thoughts and she let out a surprise gasp. She found herself face to face with Obi Wan his eyes lit with fire. She felt herself fall into his gaze, deep into his eyes of enchanting emeralds. She felt the warmth of his breath caress her skin, his lips were so close. She felt her body light on fire as she drew closer to him. Her lips then met his. His warm sweet kiss filled her body with ecstasy. Her heart racing deep within her. His velvet lips felt so heavenly pressed against hers. She then pushed her body against him feverishly and fell into a deeper desirous kiss. Her mind was spinning and yet in paradise. She felt her chest pressed against his, tenderly his hands slid around her waist. The passionate kiss made their bodies like dancing fire. All the rules didn't exist here in this realm, this realm of passion and fire. His lips caressed gently and firm against hers, his sweet taste and scent intoxicated her. Her hands reached up to his flawless face, his cheeks were hot and like silk. His arms around her enclosed her tighter against his warm chest. The heat between them surrounded and flowed through them. Pressing with force into his lips Arie released her intensity of holding back for so long. The moment seemed like an eternity in heaven.

Obi Wan's spirit was surrounded by a storm of agony and bliss. Her soft skin and tender lips entrapped him. His mind was in chaos and yet in the most perfect harmony. He was a Jedi Master; he couldn't let himself feel this. This perfect paradise he had never experienced in his life. His mind raced to find order but her kiss made him fall for her deeper and deeper. A Jedi Master couldn't love. But his heart told him otherwise. He had to stop, yet all his being was entranced. Years of self-discipline flew out the window at the hands of his apprentice. The Master felt like a slave in the hands of Arie, his mind struggled for self-control. He managed to pull away from his kiss of paradise. He found himself staring back into her soft sparkling eyes.

Arie pulled from the kiss and looked back into Obi Wans eyes. Her heart beating hard in her chest. Her mind swirling and her heart singing.

Obi Wan couldn't believe what he did. He had totally lost self-control and didn't know why. All his years of his life, the life of a Jedi was all he knew. But this was something he was forbidden to feel, to touch.

"Arie…" his voice shaken. His heart was still hammering like a drum in his chest.

"Forgive me I don't know what came over me…" He looked away from her ashamed.

Arie was in a blissful state. Her mind was trying to figure out the war of emotions battling within her. She was not supposed to feel this, it was forbidden.

"My Master." She whispered. She couldn't think strait. She burned for more of him.

Back at the village Lord Lou sat at his table. He thought about the young beautiful apprentice he had encountered earlier that day. Her enchanting aquamarine eyes seem to awaken in him something animal like. He had heard of the beauty of human females, but to witness such a beauty here on his world was unheard of. He furred is brow his orange eyes lost in thought. She was a Jedi and I skilled one at that if she was an apprentice of Obi Wan Konbi. He feared Jedi but most of all Master Obi Wan. The stories of the Master Obi Wan's skill were known all over the Universe. He couldn't really understand why he agreed to that Jedi and let him do as he pleased.

He sneered and took a bite of his dinner. "Foolish Jedi." He muttered.

His mind wandered back to her, the youthful flourishing apprentice Arie.

His desire for her grew every moment. " I could make her my personal servant." He smiled snugly. The Jedi Order relied on his continent; they would offer him anything he asked. The thought of her lying like fresh picked flower on his bed.

A plan had to be devised to make her his. He wouldn't' let Obi Wan take her out of his planet.

"If they want my Planets light source to make their light sabers, they could make a trade." An evil sneer can upon his face. She would be his. He would use her to be his servant, a servant to his darkest desires. He let a sneer grin come across his face as he took chomp at his dinner.