*Chapter 4

Obi Wan sat on the hill that overlooked the temple. He watched the fire consume his home. He fought the anger that was welling up inside. Suddenly he felt someone watching him. With one swift move he was in a defense stance with light saber in hand. He saw his opponent, a woman a few years younger than himself. She was almost as tall as he was, her hair, dark purple seemed to dance on her head. She had markings around her eyes almost shaped like bird talons. She wore a long black gown with a neck like a spider's web, and a golden snake choker around her neck.
"So quick to use a weapon Obi Wan?" The woman said with a smile. "Some things never change." Obi Wan did not change positions. "Put it away Obi Wan, I'm unarmed." She said with a sigh.
"Like you said, some things never change. First you put your weapon down." Obi Wan commanded.
The woman smiled at Obi Wan. "After all these years, you still know me too well." With that she revealed a smaller version of the light saber from under her sleeve.
"A light dagger? Sneaky, like you." Obi Wan said, as he took her weapon, and put it with his light saber on his belt. The woman turned her attention to the fire. "Did you have anything to do with this?" Obi Wan asked her, motioning towards the fire.
"No." She answered calmly.
"Come on She-ar-ah, you're telling me that you had nothing to do with this." He persisted.
"That's right." She kept her calm tone.
"I don't believe you."
She turned to the Jedi. "Don't you think that if I wanted the Jedi dead, I would've done it a long time ago?" She then returned her gaze to the fire.
"I don't understand, I thought you hated the Jedi." He asked, dumbfounded.
"I don't hate the Jedi, I just chose another path." She answered, never taking her gaze off the fire.
"Yes I know, a dark path." Obi Wan chided, his words etched with pain.
"Do you even know why I chose the dark side Obi Wan?" She-ar-ah looked at him. "It's not because I'm evil, it's because I'm selfish."
"You're selfish?"
"With the Jedi, you have these amazing powers, but all you can use them for is the good of others. You're like a robot, a weapon. With the dark side, you have freedom. You can have emotions." She explained to him.
"Emotions." He scoffed.
"Yes emotions. You know fear, anger, sorrow...love. Do you remember love? Oh wait I forgot that I'm talking to Obi Wan 'goes by the code' Kenobi." She-ar-ah said, her words now etched with pain.
"I guess I don't understand." Obi Wan revealed, feeling a little bad.
"I don't expect you to, you're too good." She-ar-ah stated, putting a hand on his cheek. "Oh course, you always have been."
Obi Wan moved away. "If you're not here to watch your handiwork, then why are you here?"
"I'm mourning." She looked back at the fire.
"Mourning? You?" Obi Wan couldn't believe it.
"Obi Wan, do you remember your parents?" She seemed to change the subject.
"I only met my mother once, before she died...I remember my brother though." He was taken back by this question.
"So you might say that for the Jedi, the council members become sort of a seragant parent figure to them right?" She continued.
"I suppose so." He answered, not sure where she was going with this.
"Well for me, one of the council members was my parent." Obi Wan looked at She-ar-ah, she was almost in tears. "Did it ever occur to you, that we never knew my last name?"
"No, not till now." He spoke in a soothing tone. "What is it?"
"Windu. My name is She-ar-ah Windu."
Obi Wan was shocked. "I never knew master Windu had children."
"A child, and apparently nobody knew, except master Yoda."
"What happened?" Obi Wan purged the subject.
"My mother left after I was born, apparently she couldn't handle two Jedi in her life. So she broke my father's heart. It was right after that, that it was forbidden for Jedi to marry." She looked at Obi Wan. "You see, I'm not the only selfish one in my family." Obi Wan reluctantly took her hand; actually he missed holding her hand. "Do you remember when we would sneak up here, and watch the stars?" She changed the subject.
"Yes." Obi Wan thought back to the pleasant memories.
"And that time Qui Gon found us, and we thought we were so busted? But instead he watched the stars with us."
Obi Wan hung his head. "Yes."
She-ar-ah looked at Obi Wan. "I was saddened by the news of his death."
"I'm sure you were." Obi Wan said sarcastically.
"No I was, but I was more upset when they first told me it was you who had died." She ran her hand through his beard.
"They told you I had died?" He looked at her.
"My master figured that the only one who could've destroyed a sith had to have been the master."
Obi Wan hung his head. "Of course."
She looked into his eyes. "My master underestimates you, he still does."
"Who is your master?" Obi Wan asked, moving closer to her.
"Nice try." She-ar-ah backed away.
"She-ar-ah."
"I cannot tell you. You will know when you must." She looked back at the fire.
"He murdered your father." Obi Wan continued.
"No he didn't, Vader did."
Obi Wan looked at her. "Who is this Vader?"
She looked at him and smiled. "You have been away, Darth Vader is my master's new apprentice. He is ten times more intense than Lord Maul, the sith you faced. Courascant fears him, soon the galaxy will as well."
"Where can I find him?" Obi Wan held her face.
"I cannot tell you." She closed her eyes, under his touch.
He moved closer, and stoked her cheek with his thumb. "She-ar-ah, I must find him...please."
Her eyes snapped open. "What's in it for me?"
"What?" Obi Wan let go of her face.
"If I tell you about Vader, you'll find my master. I will be killed. Nothing in this scenario benefits me." She crossed her arms, and stared at him.
"He killed your father!" Obi Wan protested.
"Yes, and while that saddens me greatly, he makes my job easier. He does all my master's dirty work." She said, and pointed to the temple.
"You're right, you are selfish." Obi Wan felt disgusted.
"I don't expect you to understand Obi Wan." She looked at him. "A lot has happened in ten years."
Obi Wan looked back at her, he still couldn't believe how beautiful she was after all these years.
"I'll tell you what Obi Wan, since I still have a little soft spot in my heart for you, if I find a way that taking you to Vader will benefit me, then I'll take you to him." Obi Wan opened his mouth to protest. "But until then..." She leaned in and kissed him. Obi Wan watched her leave; he then noticed she had reclaimed her weapon.
"Where will I find you?" He called after her.
"You won't, I'll find you." With that, she left the Jedi she used to love, standing alone in the cold.

*To be continued.