"Obi-Wan, the boy, he must be trained." Obi-Wan sobbed.
"Please master."
"Obi-Wan, listen, you must, you must" Qui-Gon's voice trailed
off. Obi-Wan watched as his eyes drifted shut. His master was dead.


Blackness. It was all around him. It was cold. Why was it so
cold?
"Apprentice." He started at the sound of the voice. Where had
it come from? His voice shook as he responded.
"Who are you?" There was chuckling. It sent thrills of fear
down his spine.
"You may call me master." Suddenly he was very, very afraid.


"What do you want?" His voice was strong and sure.
'To teach.' He didn't hear the answer, but he knew it. He knew
it just as surely as he knew that he was not in his bedroom.
"Teach me what?" There was no answer. He frowned and looked
around, hoping to find some clue as to where he was. The landscape
didn't tell him anything. That could have been because there was no
landscape. He was suspended in nothingness. There was no dark and no
light, nothing.
Out of nowhere a warm wind started to blow. It wove its way
around him slowly, picking up speed as it went until it was howling
in his ears. He tried to bring up his hands to cover his ears, but
found he couldn't move.
Suddenly it ended. The sudden stop left him dizzy and nauseas.
After catching his breath he looked around. The nothingness had gone
away. He was now in a vast place of swirling colors. They should have
made him sick with their constant motion, but they didn't.
The thing that had let him know before had come back. It was
an overwhelming presence. It pressed him from all sides. It seemed to
want to be in him.
He let it in. He didn't know why, but he did know that he
had to. It seemed to laugh.
'Now you will learn.'