"Obi-Wan, you're not concentrating. Focus," came Qui-Gon Jinn's repetitive voice. Obi-Wan Kenobi stood in the defence stance, facing the blaster remote, that on a normal day would be no match for the advanced Padawan. Obi-Wan was tall and well-built for his 15 years of age. He had short dark hair and a thin braid hanging over his shoulder. His piercing blue eyes added to another attractive feature on his face. Obi-Wan swallowed hard. His throat was dry and sweat soaked every inch of his clothes. Qui-Gon had been working him non-stop for almost two hours and Obi-Wan was feeling the effects. Qui-Gon had been his Master for almost three years now and he never ceased to surprise Obi-Wan.
"I am focusing Master," he said quietly. The force flowed around him, but he could not grasp it properly.
"No you're not. Obi-Wan what have I taught you?" Qui-Gon said. Obi-Wan looked around to answer him, but the training room was dark and he could not see Qui-Gon.
"Trust the living force my young Padawan," Obi-Wan said, mimicking him perfectly. He heard Qui-Gon laugh from behind him, as he tied a blindfold across his eyes.
"Exactly," he whispered. Obi-Wan took a deep breath and called upon the Force. It buzzed in his fingertips and surged all the way through his body. From the infinite blackness in front of him, Obi-Wan could clearly make out the shape of the remote. He saw the blaster points emit from the remote before it even fired. He swung his lightsaber back and forth, repelling the shots.
"Good Obi-Wan," he heard Qui-Gon say from next to him. The remote in front of him disappeared and Obi-Wan powered down his lightsaber, tearing his blindfold off.
"I told you I was focusing," he said smugly. But no sooner had he said that, than the remote fired a shot at him that he was unprepared for. Obi-Wan jumped as it burned right through his tunic and on the top of his shoulder.
"Ow!!" he yelled, grabbing his shoulder. A sad smile touched Qui-Gon's lips and he shook his head.
"I think we should let the healers take a look at that," he said, ushering Obi-Wan out the training room.

Obi-Wan sat cross-legged on his sleeper couch, nursing a burnt shoulder. He wasn't the slightest bit sleepy, so he sat, staring out the window. He could see the tops of the Coruscant buildings very clearly against the scarlet sky. His thoughts were shattered by a knock at the door and he rose to answer it. He opened the door and smiled at the young girl who stood in front of him. She wore a Jedi tunic and her waist length black hair drooped over he shoulders.
"Derhai told me about your injury," she said softly, her green eyes drifting towards his bandaged shoulder.
"Well I'm alive, so it wasn't that bad." She gave him a scolding look and he shrugged.
"So did you come here for a specific reason Takira?" he said sarcastically.
"I know you can take care of yourself," Takira said sarcastically, "but I brought you something that might help." She slipped something round and smooth into his hand and smiled. Obi-Wan looked down at the object in his hand and his eyes expanded.
"This is your healing crystal," he said confused.
"I couldn't think of a better person to give it to, or who needs it more," Takira said. "Besides, I take good care of myself, so I don't need it as much." She took Obi-Wan's hand in hers and placed the crystal between their palms. It began to glow a dark red and a warm tingling feeling started to creep up Obi-Wan's arm. It spread to the rest of his body and when Takira finally broke her hand away, she steadied herself on a chair. Obi-Wan removed his bandage and it looked as if he had never been hit by the remote in the first place.
"You okay?" he said, putting a hand on Takira's back.
"Wow. I've never put that much effort into my healing practices before," she gasped.
"Thank you," he said putting a hand on the side of her face and lifting it to face him. She stared into his eyes so deeply that she had to look away.
"I'll tell Derhai that you're okay. He was worried," she said, waking to the door.
"You do that," Obi-Wan smiled at her.
"Goodnight Obi-Wan," she said finally, before closing the door behind her. He walked to his window and moved his shoulder in a circular motion, backwards and forwards. It felt completely normal. Takira always had that special touch. She was also a Padawan Knight but she liked to concentrate her efforts on the healing techniques. Her Master used to be a healer so they were a good match. Derhai was another one of his very good friends. From as far back as Obi-Wan could remember they had been friends. Derhai's Master was very old, but a very skilful Jedi in his day. He gave Derhai tips, but rarely ever fought for or in front of him. Obi-Wan turned back to his sleeper couch and lay down, stretching out his legs. He had suddenly become very tired. He turned over onto his side, and fixed his eyes upon a little bug walking across the floor. At least I have a Master I can relate to, in more ways than one, Obi-Wan thought as he drifted off to sleep. He had no idea how right he was.

"I gave this boy's father my promise. I will look after him," Mace said in a stern voice. Sitting opposite him was Master Yoda, who seemed to be pondering about something very serious.
"What do you request for him?" Master Yoda said wearily. There was a tense silence before Mace spoke.
"I want him to be trained as a Jedi," he said, and it almost sounded like a command. Master Yoda closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
"Hmmm, special this boy is, but brash and hasty decisions in his future I sense," Yoda fixed his eyes upon Mace and sighed.
"But, the boy will be trained, as you request." Yoda waved a hand in front of him and Mace bowed. When he left the room, he glanced down at Obi-Wan who was sleeping in his arms.
"I've fulfilled my promise, your father will never have to worry about you as long as live."

Obi-Wan tossed, restlessly in his sleep, he opened his eyes but closed them as soon as he realised it was still dark.

"You can't take him, I won't let you," Mace said facing a middle-aged man and women dressed in lavish robes.
"We are his only relatives and I think his mother would've wanted her sister to look after her only son," the women sneered at Mace.
"Besides, what can you Jedi teach him that we can't," the man added unnecessarily.
"I can't give him to you."
"Of course you can. Oh and don't worry, we'll take very good care of him." her voice was filled with malice and she smiled evilly at Mace. As she took Obi-Wan out of Mace's arms, he started to cry. The women got so frustrated, that she passed Obi-Wan to her husband. As he watched them disappear down the service ramp, Mace felt a stinging feeling eat away at him from the inside.
"I failed you Caleb, and your son."

Obi-Wan woke with a start. He was shaking. He pulled his blanket off him and walked over to the window, running his hands through his hair. Don't let the dream cloud your mind; don't let the dream cloud your mind, he kept repeating to himself, over and over. But he couldn't ignore it, not again. For nights now, he'd been having these dreams and they always included the two same people. Master Windu and a baby that Obi-Wan had never seen before. Yet he felt an extremely strong connection pulse between them. He had been so apart of the dream that it almost felt as if he'd been living it. Master Windu and Master Yoda had been so close to him he could've touched them. And the baby… the baby seemed so familiar in every way possible. No Obi-Wan, stop it it's just a dream, he thought again.
"I have to find Qui-Gon," he said out aloud. He ran to his door, opening it and running out into the passage.

It was the early hours of the morning and as Obi-Wan tired from running down the passage, it turned into a walk.
Obi-Wan, what's wrong he heard Qui-Gon's voice echo in his mind. He stopped walking and closed his eyes to contact Qui-Gon through their special bond.
I need to talk to you Master he half pleaded.
Another dream?
I don't understand what they mean, I know they're not suppose to cloud my mind but-
Think it's time Master Windu told you the truth. Meet me in the High Camber in five minutes
Yes Master Obi-Wan was so surprised at what Qui-Gon had just told him. Time? Truth? What did it all mean? As he neared the High Camber, his heart began to pound had against his chest and he had a strong urge to turn back and tell Qui-Gon that it had all been a mistake. But no sooner had he made up his mind to do that, then Qui-Gon spotted him from a distance.
"Not thinking of running were you?" Qui-Gon smiled, he was always at least two steps ahead of Obi-Wan.
"No Master," he said, forcing a smile.

He walked behind Qui-Gon as they entered the High Camber. The whole floor was carpeted in a deep orange and one huge window gave view to the city of Coruscant. Mace Windu was seated on a yellow sofa, waiting for them. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan bowed to Mace and he merely nodded.
"I hear you've been having strange dreams Obi-Wan," Mace said eyeing him.
"Yes Master Windu, they've been keeping me awake for nights," he said, looking down at his feet.
"I think you better sit down," Mace said to him. As he sat down, Obi-Wan caught sight of Qui-Gon turning to leave.
"Where're you going?"
"I think it's better you hear this for yourself," he said kindly.
"No, I want you here," Obi-Wan said crossly. Mace nodded and Qui-Gon walked back to his position behind Obi-Wan.
"So Obi-Wan, tell me about these dreams," Mace said evenly.
"Well, it's basically snippets of you and a baby."
"Is that all?"
"Well there are other people too, what seemed like a very strange couple and Master Yoda. The very first dream I had was quite interesting. It was the same baby, but you weren't in it, there were other people," Obi-Wan didn't think it mattered, but Mace's eyes widened.
"A young man and women," he said, as though he had come to a realisation.
"Yes. Master Windu, forgive me for asking, but I feel there is something that concerns me, that you're not sharing." There was a painful silence before Mace continued.
"Obi-Wan, long ago I brought you to this temple. You're father made me promise to look after you and I wasn't going to let him down."
"My father?" he said, almost laughing. "But he died before I was born; he left my mother and I, and when I was born my mother didn't want me. If my aunt and uncle hadn't been there for me, I don't know where I'd be."
"You would've never left here in the first place, if I hadn't decided to find out, if you had any relatives." The etch in Mace's voice was unlike any Obi-Wan had heard before. It was that of pure guilt.
"Furthermore Obi-Wan. Your father was killed on a ship that was on its way to Coruscant, before being hijacked. He died shortly after your mother. She died from birth exhaustion." Mace looked at Obi-Wan and his face was expressionless.
"We thought if you were told the truth you might put this all behind you. But your aunt and uncle decided otherwise. They took you away from us when you were only a baby, and six years went by before they realised they couldn't give you what we could. We told them, I told them, but they wouldn't listen."
"The force is very strong with this one," Mace said, exactly the way he had to Caleb the day they had first met. Obi-Wan couldn't understand what was going on. He looked around nervously and then something in his mind clicked.
"I'm the baby. In my dreams, I'm the baby you're holding. My father, Caleb, made you promise to look after me, but you gave me away to my only relatives who now you say lied to me all my life," he said quietly, his voice shaking.
"They filled your head with lies. Your father never abandoned you. He loved you, and so did your mother."
"Stop it. I don't want to hear anymore," he said angrily, his voice beginning to harden.
"Obi-Wan. Please try to understand, your life has always been here. Your aunt and uncle could not accept that you were special. So they sent you back here, to live the live of a destined Jedi," Qui-Gon said, putting a hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder.
"You knew about this? My own Master knew that my mother loved me so much, and he forgot to tell me!"
"Please Obi-Wan you have to listen. Your aunt and uncle don't understand the ways of the Forc-"
"STOP IT!!! Stop telling me how bad my only relatives are!!" he shouted.
"If you would let us explain-"
"No, I don't have to take this. It was just a dream," he said, leaping up from his seat and running out the door.

He sprinted back to his room and when he reached it, slammed the door and collapsed on his sleeper couch. Tears started to ran down his cheeks, and he wiped them away with one brisk smear of his sleeve. He sat in total silence for a few minutes before he became aware of his surroundings.
"It was just a dream," he repeated to himself over and over. He didn't even notice Qui-Gon silently step inside.
"It was just a dream," he said, looking at Qui-Gon, who sat down next to him.
"Sometimes we have to accept things that are unacceptable Obi-Wan. This is one of those things." Obi-Wan looked up at Qui-Gon, his eyes full of distress and tried to smile.
"Are they really that bad?" he whispered so quietly that Qui-Gon had wondered if he'd said anything in the first place.
"We do not know why people say and do certain things. But we do know that we can make it right, make peace." Qui-Gon smiled at his Padawan and Obi-Wan threw his arms around Qui-Gon for a hug. When Obi-Wan broke away, he looked seriously at Qui-Gon in a very unyielding voice as he said,
"I think it's time I talked with my aunt and uncle."


*Author's Note* I love people who review… you guys make my day! Well, the story's progressing and I'd really like to know what you think!! :) Anyway, I really want a lightsaber… don't know why, I just really want one, blue preferably. Hee, hee, hee! :)