Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Back to the present time

Parry. Counter. Dodge. Twist. Surrendering to reflex, Obi-wan let the blade move on its own on its own will, defying the rules of time, defending its tables.

Twist, dodge.

The enemy was tiring.

Strike. Obi-wan felt metal blade slide home. Victory.

" Mission completed."

The black-clad Obi-wan flipped nimbly over a wall and disappeared as thje darkness swallowed him.

"Mission was successful sir!" Obi-wan snapped into a smart military-like salute holding it until the man sitting in front returned the greeting.

"Good job Bri. You're the best we've have, or had ever had." The man smiled wearily. "I've got good news. The Republic would be sending a Jedi over to help is with this…uhhh…dispute."

At the word "Jedi". Obi-wan felt as if a huge cold hand had squeezed his heart. The general frowned as he watched his youngest, yet best officer pale.

Eyes are the windows to the soul\

Just a glance at the boy's eyes sent shivers down his spine. They looked so old, so weather bitten. The sea green eyes seemed to be going through its own private conflict. A violent storm took place in the depths of those eyes. Conflicting emotions flashed through the eyes. Hate. Fear. Anger…pain.

"Bri?"

Obi-wan didn't answer, eyes showing a distant preoccupied look, as the past replayed itself in Obi-wan's mind. An event he would never forget, no matter how hard he tried. It would always remain there, a reservoir of pain, buried deep into his mind.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the valley, bouncing off the sand-formed walls. Obi-wan felt the stinging sensation as the blow landed on his cheek, sending him on to his knees. He knelt there stunned, brain too numbed by shock to react.

"You failed me Obi-wan. You failed me."

He raised his head, to see Qui-gon's ice blue eyes impassive, cold, frightening. Obi-wan felt his Padawan braid slapping at his neck mockingly as a gust of wind blew towards them. Qui-gon squatted down next to him, causing him to duck instinctively. But this time, no blow was aimed at his face. He felt a violent tug at his utility belt and looked down, just in time to see his ex-master's large hand grip his lightsabre, yanking it free from the belt.

"Your no longer a Jedi. You disgrace me Obi-wan!"

Qui-gon stood up, and left Obi-wan kneeling on the floor, alone in the freezing night. Tears came freely, coursing down his cheek, trying in vain to stop the tears, Obi-wan gave up and slumped on to the floor, sobbing like a child. Wondering when this nightmare would stop, wondering what he did to deserve such a treatment. He squeezed his eyes shut, but couldn't help the words from echoing in his head.

Pain

"You failed me."

Hurt

" No longer a Jedi"

Shame

"Disgrace me."

Anger.

Betrayal. Loss. Disappointment…

Destroyed.