[Hi again! Well, here's another chapter, as promised. It's not particularly
eventful... but it's one of those chapters that's necessary to the story. I
promise though, the next chapter will be truly AMAZING. I've been playing
with the next one in my head for days. You'll love it, I hope. I'll try to
put it up a little later. Thanks again for all the support! Keep reviewing.
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Golden beams of sunlight were slowly beginning their fall into evening slumber. Soft shades of lavander and peach adorned the Naboo sky and gently kissed the clouds. A cloaked figure quickly ran from one safe hiding place to another. Green eyes carefully maintained their watch for familiar faces. It was too soon to be seeing a ghost.
In the midst of the sleet, yellow Naboo fighter planes, pilots and R2 units celebrated their victory. Cheers and beeps sounded all around the hanger and into the street. The praises were not being sung to just the victory, but to the boy who had won the battle for them. Anakin Skywalker beamed with happiness. He always knew he was a space pilot, but now every pilot on Naboo knew it too.
"I hate to spoil this for him," Qui-Gonn thought, "but I've got to get Anakin out of here. We haven't got much time before Obi-Wan's curiousity gets the best of him. That elusively bad feeling will come over him soon enough." He sighed. It was always that elusively bad feeling that alerted Qui-Gonn of dangers he hadn't even thought to look out for. Perhaps Obi-Wan was the better jedi knight. Considering the circumstances, Obi-Wan was by far the better jedi.
The pilots soon began to migrate toward the street where the more interesting celebrations were beginning to develop. Anakin had politely declined in joining them because he was told to wait for Master Qui-Gonn to return. Once they had left, the cloaked figure came forth from his shadowy hiding place.
"Anakin, it's time for us to leave." Qui-Gonn said in a hushed tone.
"But where's Obi-Wan? Don't we get to say goodbye to Padme.. I mean the queen?" Anakin inquired.
"Obi-Wan won't be coming with us. As for the queen...." Qui-Gonn began then paused for a moment to ponder something. In order to keep Obi-Wan's feelings of sorrow from wandering into questions, someone would have to say the right things at the right times. Obi-Wan wasn't ignorant. His feelings from the Force were perhaps stronger than Qui-Gonn's. Grief and sorrow could only hide the truth for so long before Obi-Wan would realize a few things. Realizations could either drive him to insanity or perhaps to the dark side. Perhaps one person would have to see a ghost. "Well, I will tell her you said goodbye."
"But why can't I come? And where are we going?" Anakin asked, allowing his child-like curiousities to come forth.
"Due to a few minor complications, a meeting with the queen will have to be done secretly and quietly. But, once that is taken care of, we'll be going to back to try to free your mother." Qui-Gonn said while offering the boy a reassuring smile.
"Really?!" Anakin said with a slight squeal of delight.
"Yes, and I shall begin your training there. It's the perfect place to begin your training. Away from the republic, away from the council, and-" Qui-Gonn stated.
"Master Qui-Gonn, sir, why do we have to be so far away from everyone? Did I do something wrong?" Anakin asked softly.
"No, no, it's nothing you did. We will come back here one day; hopefully with your mother." Qui-Gonn said, "Now, we'll have to borrow a ship from the queen. Stay in here with that R2 unit. Stay out of sight, understood?" Qui-Gonn said.
"Yes, sir, Mister Qui-Gonn, sir!" Anakin said.
Anakin quickly scampered toward the nearest corner with R2D2 rolling slowly behind. Qui-Gonn watched the boy and let out a soft sigh. "I hope he's the one to bring balance to the Force. I suppose the sacrifices will be worth it if he is. But..." he thought. His green eyes shifted away from the boy and glanced toward the online of the palace. "What if he's not? What if he's just a dangerous boy I wasn't meant to train? That'll mean I've hurt Obi-Wan without any sort of justification. He had a bad feeling all along, but I didn't pay attention to it. I dismissed him as though he were a child, yet who am I listening to instead? A child." he thought.
He slowly pulled his cloak over his head to cover his face once more. "Anakin was created by the Force. Shmi wouldn't lie about such an occurance. His midichlorean count surpasses Master Yoda's. If he were a few years younger, he would've been trained by the council. If he had been born in the republic, they would've started training him to be a jedi before training him to speak. I'm not wrong about this boy, Obi-Wan. He's not dangerous. Once he is with his mother again, his fear will melt away. He will become a great jedi knight. Although no matter how well I train him, you will always be the better jedi... always." he thought.
After another reluctant sigh, Qui-Gonn slowly began to venture toward the palace. This was the risky part to his plan, but it was something he couldn't ignore. He had hurt Obi-Wan enough. Someone would have to say the right things to keep his mind from wandering into the depths of insanity. A jedi would be able to feel in the Force that a death had occured. Obi-Wan would begin to wonder why he couldn't feel anything. That wondering could ruin his mind forever. There was one person who could reach Obi-Wan in a such a state, for she understood the reasons why one must hide and live within a world of secrets for the sake of a people.
Golden beams of sunlight were slowly beginning their fall into evening slumber. Soft shades of lavander and peach adorned the Naboo sky and gently kissed the clouds. A cloaked figure quickly ran from one safe hiding place to another. Green eyes carefully maintained their watch for familiar faces. It was too soon to be seeing a ghost.
In the midst of the sleet, yellow Naboo fighter planes, pilots and R2 units celebrated their victory. Cheers and beeps sounded all around the hanger and into the street. The praises were not being sung to just the victory, but to the boy who had won the battle for them. Anakin Skywalker beamed with happiness. He always knew he was a space pilot, but now every pilot on Naboo knew it too.
"I hate to spoil this for him," Qui-Gonn thought, "but I've got to get Anakin out of here. We haven't got much time before Obi-Wan's curiousity gets the best of him. That elusively bad feeling will come over him soon enough." He sighed. It was always that elusively bad feeling that alerted Qui-Gonn of dangers he hadn't even thought to look out for. Perhaps Obi-Wan was the better jedi knight. Considering the circumstances, Obi-Wan was by far the better jedi.
The pilots soon began to migrate toward the street where the more interesting celebrations were beginning to develop. Anakin had politely declined in joining them because he was told to wait for Master Qui-Gonn to return. Once they had left, the cloaked figure came forth from his shadowy hiding place.
"Anakin, it's time for us to leave." Qui-Gonn said in a hushed tone.
"But where's Obi-Wan? Don't we get to say goodbye to Padme.. I mean the queen?" Anakin inquired.
"Obi-Wan won't be coming with us. As for the queen...." Qui-Gonn began then paused for a moment to ponder something. In order to keep Obi-Wan's feelings of sorrow from wandering into questions, someone would have to say the right things at the right times. Obi-Wan wasn't ignorant. His feelings from the Force were perhaps stronger than Qui-Gonn's. Grief and sorrow could only hide the truth for so long before Obi-Wan would realize a few things. Realizations could either drive him to insanity or perhaps to the dark side. Perhaps one person would have to see a ghost. "Well, I will tell her you said goodbye."
"But why can't I come? And where are we going?" Anakin asked, allowing his child-like curiousities to come forth.
"Due to a few minor complications, a meeting with the queen will have to be done secretly and quietly. But, once that is taken care of, we'll be going to back to try to free your mother." Qui-Gonn said while offering the boy a reassuring smile.
"Really?!" Anakin said with a slight squeal of delight.
"Yes, and I shall begin your training there. It's the perfect place to begin your training. Away from the republic, away from the council, and-" Qui-Gonn stated.
"Master Qui-Gonn, sir, why do we have to be so far away from everyone? Did I do something wrong?" Anakin asked softly.
"No, no, it's nothing you did. We will come back here one day; hopefully with your mother." Qui-Gonn said, "Now, we'll have to borrow a ship from the queen. Stay in here with that R2 unit. Stay out of sight, understood?" Qui-Gonn said.
"Yes, sir, Mister Qui-Gonn, sir!" Anakin said.
Anakin quickly scampered toward the nearest corner with R2D2 rolling slowly behind. Qui-Gonn watched the boy and let out a soft sigh. "I hope he's the one to bring balance to the Force. I suppose the sacrifices will be worth it if he is. But..." he thought. His green eyes shifted away from the boy and glanced toward the online of the palace. "What if he's not? What if he's just a dangerous boy I wasn't meant to train? That'll mean I've hurt Obi-Wan without any sort of justification. He had a bad feeling all along, but I didn't pay attention to it. I dismissed him as though he were a child, yet who am I listening to instead? A child." he thought.
He slowly pulled his cloak over his head to cover his face once more. "Anakin was created by the Force. Shmi wouldn't lie about such an occurance. His midichlorean count surpasses Master Yoda's. If he were a few years younger, he would've been trained by the council. If he had been born in the republic, they would've started training him to be a jedi before training him to speak. I'm not wrong about this boy, Obi-Wan. He's not dangerous. Once he is with his mother again, his fear will melt away. He will become a great jedi knight. Although no matter how well I train him, you will always be the better jedi... always." he thought.
After another reluctant sigh, Qui-Gonn slowly began to venture toward the palace. This was the risky part to his plan, but it was something he couldn't ignore. He had hurt Obi-Wan enough. Someone would have to say the right things to keep his mind from wandering into the depths of insanity. A jedi would be able to feel in the Force that a death had occured. Obi-Wan would begin to wonder why he couldn't feel anything. That wondering could ruin his mind forever. There was one person who could reach Obi-Wan in a such a state, for she understood the reasons why one must hide and live within a world of secrets for the sake of a people.
