Title: Promise of Betrayal
Author: sheleigh
Disclaimer: I don't own them, nor do I make any claim to them!
Summary: Obi-Wan realizes his dreams have meaning.
Author's notes: Ahh- it's short. I like it so it's posted. Nerr. ^_^
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"Fight." The young man stubbornly shook his head, saber hilt held un- activated in his hand.
"I won't." A snarl escaped his opponent.
"You will fight, or you will die." The young man abruptly lit his blade, bringing up it time to block a blow to his neck. A sneer graced the other's features, watching the young man impassively.
"So you can be provoked into fighting. Now- we battle."
The sound of saber's clashing against each other echoed through the room. The young man held is saber in a classic defense posture, the bluish color casting an eerie glow on his face. His opponents held his own green blade offensively. The two watched each other warily, before the provoker launched forward, green saber heading for the other's heart. The young man blocked weakly, his energy rapidly lessening.
"You become weaker- death comes quickly."
"You speak too much." An angry scowl appeared on the antagonist's face. He brought the saber up, the speed of the attack astounding.
"Die." The saber entered through the young man's chest. He stiffened, his grip loosening on his own saber.
"Good bye, Obi-Wan Kenobi." Obi-Wan stared up at his Master, sea colored eyes becoming dull. He reached a hand up, before letting if fall weakly to his side.
Qui-Gon turned from his now dead apprentice, an angry smirk on his face.
"May the Force be with you." ****
Obi-Wan awoke abruptly, his hand coming up to rest on his chest. He quickly checked himself over, as his mind repeated the dream. A sense of unease filled him, and he fell to his knees, allowing the Force to wash over him, and comfort him. //I don't understand- what could it mean?//
//Oh, my Padawan, but you do.// Obi-Wan reached out with his mind, his mental touch brushing his Master's mind.
//What does it mean then?// In his own meditation, Qui-Gon smiled ruefully.
//It is the Force's way of telling you I will betray you.// Qui-Gon abruptly cut the connection.
//Betray. impossible!//
Obi-Wan reached out to the Force, seeking the future, and an answer.
It was silent to his call.
Author: sheleigh
Disclaimer: I don't own them, nor do I make any claim to them!
Summary: Obi-Wan realizes his dreams have meaning.
Author's notes: Ahh- it's short. I like it so it's posted. Nerr. ^_^
****
"Fight." The young man stubbornly shook his head, saber hilt held un- activated in his hand.
"I won't." A snarl escaped his opponent.
"You will fight, or you will die." The young man abruptly lit his blade, bringing up it time to block a blow to his neck. A sneer graced the other's features, watching the young man impassively.
"So you can be provoked into fighting. Now- we battle."
The sound of saber's clashing against each other echoed through the room. The young man held is saber in a classic defense posture, the bluish color casting an eerie glow on his face. His opponents held his own green blade offensively. The two watched each other warily, before the provoker launched forward, green saber heading for the other's heart. The young man blocked weakly, his energy rapidly lessening.
"You become weaker- death comes quickly."
"You speak too much." An angry scowl appeared on the antagonist's face. He brought the saber up, the speed of the attack astounding.
"Die." The saber entered through the young man's chest. He stiffened, his grip loosening on his own saber.
"Good bye, Obi-Wan Kenobi." Obi-Wan stared up at his Master, sea colored eyes becoming dull. He reached a hand up, before letting if fall weakly to his side.
Qui-Gon turned from his now dead apprentice, an angry smirk on his face.
"May the Force be with you." ****
Obi-Wan awoke abruptly, his hand coming up to rest on his chest. He quickly checked himself over, as his mind repeated the dream. A sense of unease filled him, and he fell to his knees, allowing the Force to wash over him, and comfort him. //I don't understand- what could it mean?//
//Oh, my Padawan, but you do.// Obi-Wan reached out with his mind, his mental touch brushing his Master's mind.
//What does it mean then?// In his own meditation, Qui-Gon smiled ruefully.
//It is the Force's way of telling you I will betray you.// Qui-Gon abruptly cut the connection.
//Betray. impossible!//
Obi-Wan reached out to the Force, seeking the future, and an answer.
It was silent to his call.