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Title: To lose ones faith
Rating: PG or PG-13 Obi-Torture, Qui-angst, and Dark Qui
time frame: Obi-Wan is 16
Summary: Here is what I had in mind. It starts out post "Rebirth" and then flashes back to JA time period. A Sith lord takes Obi-Wan trying to turn him to the dark side. Qui-Gon who is still suffering from the lose of Tahl is desperately searching for his Padawan. I don't want to give too much away but I will say two things, mental institution, and no one to trust.

Quick note I don't normally write OT so if I mess up a character's personality or something please don't be too harsh.

Disclaimer: I don't own obi-Wan, Qui-Gon or any other Star wars elements. I do own the characters Amaele Olvan, Drell Tre, Healer Laria, Master Veda and Darth Demogorgon.

Prologue

The Plant Arnt, A small peaceful world located on the Outer Rim. Luke Skywalker watched as the ship drew closer and closer to the blue and green planet. The Errant Venture was stopping on Arnt to refuel and stock up on supplies. The planet was the perfect place too. It was far from Vong space and practically unknown by the rest of the galaxy.
As Luke was staring out the view screen, deep in thought, his wife Mara came up beside him.


"Hey." She said by way of greeting. "We just got a transmission from the planet. Their Leader Vidette said that she would like to meet us." Mara explained. Luke looked at her.


"Why would she want to meet us?" He asked. Mara just shrugged. The two were silent for a moment. Then Luke broke the silence." Where is Ben?" Mara smiled.


"Sleeping. It amazing he cries all through the night and sleeps so peacefully during the day." She said shaking her head. Luke couldn't help but give a small laugh.


The ship landed in the Presidential Landing platform.


"Well," Luke said. "Shall we?" He offered her his arm. She accepted it and the two began to walk down the corridors to the exit ramp.

Mara and Luke walked down the corridors of the Errant Venture till they came to the exit ramp.

They were not surprised to See Anakin and Tahiri there waiting.

"Can we help you two?"

"We want to come along." Anakin stated. "We have been on this ship for a month and are bouncing off the walls." Luke nodded and smiled as Anakin and Tahiri looked at each other hopefully.

"Fine but stay out of trouble." Luke said. Anakin and Tahiri nodded vigorously and the three exited the ship.

They were now inside the office of Vidette President Of Arnt. They had been waiting for a good twenty minutes and even Luke was starting to lose his patients.

The door to the office finally opened and two women walked in. One of the women who looked much younger then the other spoke.

"Greetings I am Vidette President of Arnt. I welcome the Jedi to our world and let me express my deepest sorrow to all you have been through." She turned to the woman behind her. "May I present Amaele Olvan one of our most respected citizens." Amaele nodded to the four Jedi. She looked to be in her 60's or 70's. Her hair mostly silver and despite her age her green eyes held a glint of youth in them. She turned to Vidette.

"Vidette dear is you done with the formalities?" She asked with a chuckle.

"I guess I'm a little to used to having to talk in such a formal manner that I even do it in casual conversations." Vidette said. Then she motioned to two couches in the middle of the room "please sit down." Vidette was about to speak again but a man came into the room. Vidette only looked at him for a second then started speaking to the other.

As this was happening the man had kneeled down and whispered something to Amaele. Anakin diverted his attention and glanced over at Amaele. A look of surprise came to her face.

"Are you sure?" She asked him quietly, but not to quiet that it could not be heard by the Jedi. The Man nodded then handed her an old leather bound journal. Amaele now had the biggest smile on her face.

"I can't believe it." She murmured. Vidette looked over at her.

"What is it?" She asked. Amaele looked up seeming to have forgotten anyone else was in the room.

"My journal." She said in a whisper. "I started it when I was sixteen. I had taken it with me when we left. It was all I had left." She said a tear rolled down her cheek. All those horrible memories. She quickly wiped the tear away and looked up at the group feeling she needed to give an explanation.

" I was a healer at the Jedi Temple. The day we left I was with Master Keating who worked in the crèche. We took as many of the children as we could and brought them to this planet We put the children in foster homes that way if Vader came they would be harder to track down. I gave my journal to the oldest Miriam. I told her never to forget who she was." She grew silent as she opened the journal. " I never saw any of them again. Then a few years later Master Keating died." The smile then returned. "But now I got my Journal back and a message from Miriam 'I Never forgot'"

Luke took all this in silence then spoke.

"You were a Jedi?" He asked. Amaele nodded.

"Almost all my life." As she flipped through the pages of the journal a photo that was in-between two pages slipped out and feel to the ground. Tahiri bent down and picked the photo up. It was of a young man about 16 or 17 leaning against a balcony railing looking out at the coruscant sunset with a very somber look on his face.

"Who is this? " Tahiri asked with innocent curiosity. Amaele took the photo and looked at it the smile once again vanishing.

"This is Obi-Wan When he was 16. The photo was taken a few weeks after a very trying mission." Amaele said placing the photo back in the journal.

"He looked so miserable." Tahiri said quietly.

"You don't know the half of it." Amaele said sadly.

"Tell us." Anakin requested.

To be continued…