A/N: hey! sorry for the long delay in an update again but I've been so very busy so I've made it up to you by writing an extra long chapter - double the usual amount in fact. It goes forward in time quite a few years so maybe we will be able to get back to Obi-Wan on his little lonesome by chapter 14 or 15. Have a great read!


The next day…

Is it true? What will they ask me to do now? Will I be willing to follow their orders now that I know a twisted, dark monster is issuing them? Will I even have the choice anymore?

His hololink sounded and his mind reluctantly withdrew from its state of meditation. Obi-Wan sighed in irritation as his orderly thoughts of Yoda and his revelations returned to turmoil. He swung his legs down the edge of the bed, giving himself a long stretch and smoothing his crisp, white Jedi robes before reaching out a hand to coax the communications device towards him. He caught it in mid-air and answered it. He was not surprised when the little green figure of Yoda, now turned to a blue figure by the hologram, appeared.

"Good morning, Master Yoda," Obi-Wan greeted the master woodenly.

"To the Council Room, come. An important meeting, you have," replied the little figure, not bothering to greet his newest recruit.

"Yes, of course. I shall be along shortly."

Yoda gave him a slight nod and then terminated the call. Obi-Wan stared at the hololink for a little bit longer, wondering what Yoda could possibly want with him. Something to do with that Skywalker kid, no doubt. As always, when he thought about Anakin, he felt the anger and resentment at the boy boil up inside him. He heaved a heavy sigh and stood up, clipping his light saber onto his belt before striding out his quarters for the Council Room.

Obi-Wan arrived at the Council Room door, his mind still preoccupied with his many thoughts. He absentmindedly reached out and pushed the door open and walked in, thinking that there would only be Yoda inside. He stopped in the middle of the room and looked up only to see all the other Jedi Masters seated around the room staring at him with unfriendly faces. Obi-Wan gaped back at them, dumbfounded and slightly surprised that he hadn't at least sensed them. He frowned and gave his head a shake at himself. He turned to Yoda as he spoke.

"Sit down, Master Obi-Wan," ordered Yoda, gesturing at a chair across the room. "Come to decide what to do with young Skywalker, we have."

"We want you to train him," said Master Windu in his usual brash manner, getting straight to the point.

Obi-Wan's attention was immediately captured. He frowned unenthusiastically at the thoughts of training the cause of his master's death. "Make him my Padawan, you mean. Isn't he too old to be trained?"

"That he is, Master Obi-Wan. But great potential, he has, and powerful, he can become."

"I don't suppose I have a choice," stated Obi-Wan.

Yoda smiled coldly. "Train him, you shall."

Obi-Wan glanced around the room at all the other Masters waiting for him to make a decision. He knew that he had no choice anyhow; he had to train the boy whether he liked it or not and he would prefer not to get on Yoda's bad side. He turned his gaze back to Yoda.

"Okay. I'll train him," he conceded, "if you will answer my question."

He could feel the level of apprehension rise in the room and realized, too late, that one should never bargain with someone like Yoda.

"What question, you ask?" asked Yoda after a few moments delay.

"Why did the Sith want the boy?"

The air in the room stilled as Yoda narrowed his eyes at him as if deliberating something. Obi-Wan tightened the shields around his mind, not willing to let him pry into his thoughts, and stared defiantly back. The silence stretched on until, suddenly, Yoda relaxed his eyes and sat back.

The relief in the room was almost tangible. Obi-Wan could sense that they knew what would happen to someone if Yoda was displeased.

"Tell him, Master Windu."

Mace threw him a quick, questioning glance as he stood up.

"All of it."

He nodded and began to explain. "The prophecy of the Chosen One is an ancient Jedi legend. It tells of the coming of a force sensitive being, a vessel of pure force, more powerful than any Jedi or Sith in history, that would restore the balance to the force by defeating the dark side. We sent Qui-Gon to look for the Chosen One, who appears to be Anakin, so that he may never fulfill his destiny and destroy us. The Sith seem to know about the boy as well and, he was no doubt sent to get the boy so they could train him to fulfill the prophecy."

Obi-Wan looked at him in surprise. He resented the fact that so much about the Jedi has been kept from him and he would be asked, no, forced to do the same to young Skywalker.

"Train him, will you?"

"Of course."

"Good. Start this afternoon, you shall and reveal our secrets, you shall not. Dire consequences await you, if you do," said the little green figure, managing to look threatening despite his small stature.

"Teach him what we have been teaching you before you became a Master and then turn him when you think he is ready," added Master Windu.

"With Jada." Obi-Wan's voice was emotionless as he said her name. He had pondered upon her for long, replaying over and over the events that had occurred in his head. He had felt all the raw emotions for so many times that he had, somehow, almost become immune to them. His mind had buried all the lovely memories of her love in a small, obscure nook in his brain, leaving only the memories of her spiteful gaze upon him, his rage at being manipulated by Yoda and his mind had prevented those warring emotions of love and hate from emerging when her name was mentioned.

"Yes," replied Mace, "we shall use Jada."

Obi-Wan bowed his head.

"Adjourned, this meeting is," said Yoda.

The masters all rose and made their way to the door, talking about the decision that was made to train Anakin.

"Stay, Master Kenobi," commanded Yoda before Obi-Wan could get to a door.

Obi-Wan paused at the side of the door and waited for all the others to exit. When the chamber was empty, Yoda jumped off his chair and walked towards him, pulling a light saber out of his robes and handed it to Obi-Wan.

"Two light sabers, you shall have, a red and a blue. Mark you as a dark side user, the red blade shall; use it wisely."


10 years later, during the times of Episode two…

Obi-Wan strolled slowly down to a meeting with Yoda. He had decided that Anakin was ready to be turned to the dark side. Despite resenting him at first, Obi-Wan was impressed by the young boy's power and control over the force. He had learned very quickly and was very strong with the force and eventually his resentment towards Anakin had faded almost into nothingness. Sometimes the old feeling would arise if he thought about the Sith or about his old master but he now regarded Anakin as a brother, and would be even more of one if he were successfully turned to the dark side.

Obi-Wan frowned as he thought of the complications. It was quite obvious that Anakin is in love with the Senator from Naboo so they could not use Jada as they intended to. The Senator had a high standard of morals and values and she could not be turned against him either. Whatever the case, they had to find another way to turn him.

He turned the corner into one of the training arenas at the Temple. It was a big room where they trained younglings and Padawans. The ceiling was tall, allowing them to practice as they wish and sunlight streamed through the windows on either side of the room, lighting up the stone floors of the arena. The place was empty, save for the small figure of Yoda sitting in the sunlight, eyes closed in deep meditation.

Obi-Wan stopped a few paces away from him, waiting for Yoda to acknowledge his presence. He had learnt from his mistakes he had made in his early days as a master the hard way. He had experienced the bolts of force lighting streak painfully through his body several times, burning him to his soul when he had done something wrong or unsatisfactorily. It always left him weak and in severe pain for days at a time. It was an experience he would not like to repeat.

Yoda finally opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Master Yoda," greeted Obi-Wan immediately.

"Master Kenobi," replied Yoda, climbing up from the floor. "Wished to speak with me, you did."

"Yes, I deem Anakin as ready to be turned...but there may be several complications."

Yoda thought carefully upon this matter for a few minutes. The Chosen One had certainly proved to be powerful. He could already match the Jedi Knights in their skill and he may even be able to match a few Masters as well. Turning him would ensure that he would be immersed in the dark side and once one starts down that path, it would be near impossible to return. Yes, they should turn him now, but he could see some of the complications Obi-Wan had mentioned.

"Yes, ready to be turned, he is. What complications foresee you?" he said.

"Anakin is quite obviously already in love with Senator Amidala from Naboo so we cannot use Jada as we originally planned. We cannot reveal our secrets to her so she will not be able to help us turn him. We need a new plan."

"Thought so, I did," was all Yoda said as he paced thoughtfully up and down before Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan stood silently, allowing the Master to think without being disturbed. At last, Yoda stood still and looked up at Obi-Wan.

"Anger him, we must, and make him use the dark side of the force. Kill his mother, the solution is," said Yoda as if it was the most natural thing to do.

Obi-Wan was shocked, although he didn't let it show on his face. To break someone's heart by using Jada was one thing, but killing somebody's mother took it to another level. He knew that Anakin loved his mother dearly and that he hasn't seen her in a long time. He felt a spark of anger shoot up inside him. Who is he that would take someone's mother away so permanently? Obi-Wan let none of his thoughts show, knowing full well what the consequences would be.

"How?" was all he asked.

"Lives on Tatooine, she does. Make Tusken Raiders take her, we will and send visions to young Skywalker, we shall."

Anakin is currently on Naboo, protecting Amidala from further attempts on her life while he believed that his master was searching for the ones responsible for the assassination attempts. Obi-Wan knew fully well that the Separatists were behind these attempts but he had traveled back to Coruscant to sort out this problem of turning him. Obi-Wan did not like Yoda's solution but he had to go with it.

"Alright. I shall make it happen." Obi-Wan turned to go.

"Done well, you have, Master Kenobi," said Yoda to his back as one of his rare compliments.

"Thank you, Master Yoda," startled Obi-Wan, pleased that Yoda had given him a compliment. "I shall be heading for Tatooine, right now."

Yoda gave a dismissing nod and Obi-Wan strode away to the hangar.

Some time later…

Obi-Wan's ship landed on the dusty golden sands of Tatooine and he climbed out. He already knew where Shmi Skywalker Lars lived. Now he just had to find the Sand People village close to her residence and put the idea of taking her into their leader's head and wait a month before sending his Padawan visions of her death. He sighed as his booted feet sank into the sand and he pulled his robes close around him before forging forward through the sands towards the Tusken village. This was not going to be a pleasant job.


A month later…

19-year-old Anakin Skywalker tossed in his sleep. He saw the picture of his mother dying in his arms, followed by one of a Tusken Raider in Tatooine.

"No!" he said in his sleep, anguished. "No, mother, don't die!"

He opened his eyes wide and shot up from bed, gasping. His sheets were knotted by tossing and turning and his body was slick with sweat. He took a deep breath and put his head into his hands. This was the third night in a row that he had dreamed of his mother dying in his arms on Tatooine. He knew that she was in danger and he desperately wanted to save her but his orders were to stay with Padme and protect her. He clenched his fists in frustration. What should he do? Leave his own mother to die? No, he was going to go to Tatooine today and he didn't care that he was going to be disobeying orders.

He stood up and put a robe on, tying is loosely around his waist. He went outside to the balcony, letting the cool breeze of Naboo wash over him, cooling him down. He stared out at the beautiful scenery of Naboo, trying to find some calm.

"Ani? Is everything alright?" asked Padme's soft voice from behind him. "I heard you shouting."

Anakin turned around and looked at her angel-face. "No," he said, shaking his head, "I've had that dream about my mother again, the one where she dies."

She came to stand beside him and gazed out over the view of lush greenness with him.

"I'm going to Tatooine, Padme. I'm going to find her."

Padme looked at him and tentatively laid her hands on his. "Then I'm coming with you, Ani," she said loyally.


Anakin and Padme arrived at the little house that stood out in the flat sands of Tatooine.

They had arrived on Tatooine a while ago and had made their way through the derelict outskirts of the city to the market place. Many memories were revived as Anakin took the familiar route to Watto's junk shop where he thought he would find his mother. Watto, however, told him that he had sold his mother to another man who had then freed her and made her his wife and had given him directions to her new residence. By the time they had found suitable land speeders to take them there, Padme's fair skin was burning a bright red.

They parked their bikes close to the house and hopped off. For a moment, Anakin gazed at the house apprehensively. What if his mother was dead?

"Anakin, come on," said Padme next to him, interrupting his thoughts before they could get any worse. "I want to meet your mother."

They walked up to the door, side by side, and he rapped his knuckles on the door. A moment later, a middle aged man cracked the door open slightly. Anakin could see that he was holding a blaster behind the door in case he needed it.

"May I help you?" he asked rather brusquely.

"I'm Anakin Skywalker," he introduced himself, "I've come here to look for my mother."

The man stared at him for a moment longer and then opened the door fully.

"I'm Cliegg Lars," he said, holding out his hand. "I guess I'm your step-father, then. Come on in."

He stood back and they entered the cool interior of the house. Padme smiled with relief as the heat on her back was replaced with the cool air on in the house.

"I'm Padme," she said to Cliegg. "I'm here with Anakin to help him find his mother."

An uncomfortable look passed across Cliegg's face at the mention of Shmi and Anakin sensed that something was wrong. He frowned.

"Is my mother here?" he asked.

Cliegg was silent for a moment and his gaze did not meet Anakin's as he answered, "No."

A feeling of anxiousness rose inside Anakin and his brows lowered even more. "Where is she? Why isn't she with you?"

Cliegg shifted from foot to foot, clearly not comfortable with his questions. "Listen, I did not want it to come to this. Shmi was out working in the moisture farm when a group of Tusken Raiders came and took her."

Anakin's eyes grew wide with alarm; this was not a good sign. "When was this? How long ago did this happen?" he asked urgently.

His step-father looked at him with sorrow in his eyes. "A month ago. They just came out of nowhere and took her." His voice broke slightly at the last word.

"I'm going to find her," announced Anakin. His expression was one of angry determination. "I will find her and bring her back."

"Ani, don't be unreasonable – "started Padme anxiously.

"Son, they will have her kept at their village – "began Cliegg.

"I am going to find her!" said Anakin finally, cutting them both off in mid-sentence. "And I'll go alone."

"But she may be dead, Anakin!" said Cliegg in a raised voice in one last attempt to stop him. "You may not be able to find her!"

Anakin whirled around from the door and glared at him. "She is not dead!" he hissed, his anger making him deaf to all reason. He hurled himself out the door and back onto his speeder, kicking up a sheet of sand as he sped off into the distance.

Padme turned to Cliegg, distress clear on her face. "I need to go after him," she stressed, turning to stare at Anakin's disappearing figure.

"No," he stated stubbornly. "He can take care of himself but I won't risk you going in after him."

"But you don't understand! He has a quick temper and I don't know what he will do if Shmi is dead."

"Then I will go after him," countered Cliegg, clearly unwilling to let her go into the inhospitable sands by herself.

"No," she said finally in her senatorial voice. "I will go after him. He will listen to me more than you."

He struggled with himself for a moment, not willing to let her go but also seeing the truth in her words. Anakin doesn't know him as well as he knows Padme and is surely happier to listen to her that to him.

"All right, then," he said at last, "but take this blaster with you just in case."

The young woman nodded gratefully and took the gun from his hands.

"Thank you," she said simply and then disappeared out the door after him.


It was getting dark when Anakin began to creep through the village of huts. Although he hadn't been close to his mother for ten years, but his sense of her in the force was still very strong, so instead of peeking through every tent, he let the force guide him through. Eventually, he reached a tent on the very end of the village. He knew that his mother was inside but he also knew that something was wrong. Her life force is not as strong as it should be, not as strong as it was all those years before when she was still a slave. He pushed the flap of the tepee apart and let out a low gasp as he saw his mother, tied to a pole and bleeding.

"Mother!" he said in a low voice as he knelt down to untie her. "Mother! Wake up."

Shmi's eyelids fluttered and she groaned.

"Ani? Is that you?" she whispered hoarsely.

"Yes, mother, it's me," answered Anakin, cradling her bleeding head in his arms

"I knew you'd come back some day, Ani," she said, reaching up to touch his face.

He stared helplessly down at his mom as he felt her life force slip away, frustration filling him.

"No, mom, don't die," he said, his voice chocked by tears of sadness and frustration. "Don't die...please."

She smiled up at him. "I'm happy now, Anakin, let me go," she told him weakly, reaching the end of her strength. "I love you, Ani."

With that, her last breath escaped her lips in a soft gush and Anakin felt her signature in the force disappear. Tears rolled down in his face as he realized that despite his powers in the force and the visions he had been given, he had been totally helpless to save her. His breath began to up shallowly as rage replaced his sadness and frustration. Why couldn't he save her? He should have able to! He knew he was one of the strongest with the force so why couldn't he? The rage he felt in him boiled up at these thoughts and they turned to thoughts of revenge.

In a fit of anger, he pulled his light saber from his belt and ignited it. He stalked out of the tent and found that a few Sand People were already waiting for him. Without thinking, he simply slew the closest of the Raiders before he could react and then spun around, slicing through them all in one swing. More came out of their tents, awoken by the noise but their lives were immediately ended by a flash of blue.

Before long, the air was thick with the stench of burnt hair and flesh and with the odor of the coppery blood of the Tusken Raiders. Anakin continued his onslaught and was about to kill another Raider when he heard a voice through the anger that clouded his mind. Padme's voice.

"Anakin stop!" she screamed at him. "Please stop this!"

At once he stopped, only killing the one of them in defense. Anakin turned to see Padme holding a blaster at her side and standing on the bloody ground, tears streaming down her face like little rivulets.

He felt his anger subside as he saw the horrified expression on her face. He switched off his blade and gazed around at the chaos he had created in a daze. Did I do that? Did I kill all these people? Anakin knew what had happened and he regretted it. He knew that his mind had been clouded by the dark side which then made him do what he did. How could he, after all those years of Jedi training succumb so easily to the dark side? He felt disgusted with himself as he came back to his senses.

"Anakin…are you back?" asked a tentative Padme, touching his arm.

"My mother is dead," he said disbelievingly, staring into her deep, brown eyes.

"I know, Ani," she whispered, her eyes brimming with tears. "But it was her time to die, even though it was not pleasant a pleasant death. She died with a smile on her face, Ani, she was happy to see you."

At her words, Anakin gave in to the intense grief he felt. Padme wrapped her arms around him comfortingly as he sobbed silently into her shoulder.


Far away in Coruscant, Yoda threw down his walking stick in anger. He had felt the anger escalate in Anakin but then abate abruptly. Now he had to kill the ex-senator of Naboo in order to turn him to the dark side and it is bound to raise many questions. But he had seen flashes of the future and he knew that, in a few years, he could kill her without any suspicion at all. He would wait until the time is right, albeit impatiently.


A/N: okay, I know that this was a very fast chapter so sorry about that. I got through a lot of things in this chapter though. Happy reading?