The Hidden Truth
Chapter 2: A time for reflection
Obi-Wan paced in his comfortable and luxurious room. There was something about this king, something very uncomforting. A hand went through his ginger hair, that didn't reflect the Padawan haircut anymore. It was longer, but that didn't mean, that it got a proper haircut. He also grew a beard to look more mature. So he strolled from the left side of the room to the right side, from the right to the left and so on. It was as if the king had hidden a fact of very enormous importance from him. For now he had to protect and to believe the king. He sighed almost inaudible. He went to the window and let his gaze wander. He had a fantastic view. He could not only see the whole palace and estates of the royal family, but also the village, that was right next to the high walls of the castle. The palace cast a long shadow over the tiny town and Obi-Wan wondered whether its' inhabitants ever saw the sun. It looked so poor, so boxed in. Sun and shadow, the border of wealth and poverty.
No wonder that the king was not very well-liked among his subjects. His wealth was quite obviously, but he didn't give anything to them. His was suffocating in money and his people were very poor and maybe starving. He had to find out more about the ruler and therefore he had to mingle with his subjects. Obi-Wan decided that he would go tomorrow evening into the village just after his audience with the king during the daily troop inspection. With that he went to sleep, but he stayed alert, leaving one hand on his lightsabre. Tomorrow would be a big day for him...
Meanwhile in the rainforest, a few miles outside the village
"Kyah, Kyah? Did you hear the news? A Jedi arrived on the planet! Our problems will be ...".
"Worse! Don't you understand? The Jedi only is here because Draju claimed that there was an assassination attempt on him performed by us!", the girl interrupted the cheerful blond man with the deep brown eyes. " If Draju convinces the Jedi that we are a danger, he can kill us legally without any consequences for him and his crown. We got to do something very quickly!" she said without any trace of emotions.
"What? But we didn't try to kill him! Why would anybody believe him?, the blond man asked, not believing, what he just heard. " Because he captured one of us, tortured him, made him sign a confession, that confirmed our participation in the attempt and killed him.", the 16-year-old girl said full of sorrows. "How do you know?", Det asked with wide eyes. "I have my sources in the palace. Remember, I lived there once, when my father was still alive and people had enough to eat and didn't have to pay taxes for breathing...He wants me! And by destroying me, he will crash the hopes of his "people". All he wants is total obedience and money.", her eyes gazed up into the sky as if pleading for an answer to her unspoken questions. "We are surrounded by denouncers, who were promised a better life by betraying us. That is why they could capture one of us. So don't trust anybody!", she stood up and went to her sleeping place. Kyah Tara couldn't sleep, her mind was too occupied. She
pushed strains of her bordeaux-red hair aside and decided to take a walk in the forest. Her green, penetrating eyes scanning everything. She was only 16 years old, but the leader of the persuaded opposition of King Draju, her uncle. And if Draju could win the Jedi onto his side, she wouldn't live much longer. A girl like her shouldn't have all those responsibilities, she should hang around with friends, discover her life, love and should be protected by her family....family. She hadn't any family. Draju murdered her father. The only family she ever had! Her mother died during giving birth to her and now she was on her own. When she found out that Draju killed her father she had to flee. Now she was trying to build up an opposition, that could force Draju to resign. She wanted a peaceful solution, but now it wasn't even clear if they would survive. They couldn't fight a war, they all were diplomats. Maybe she just should go straight to the king and surrender. Maybe he
wouldn't harm the innocent then. Yes that was the only solution. "He wants me, only me!", she screamed and ran off...
Kyah would reach the castle by noon...There was no time for regret.
Chapter 2: A time for reflection
Obi-Wan paced in his comfortable and luxurious room. There was something about this king, something very uncomforting. A hand went through his ginger hair, that didn't reflect the Padawan haircut anymore. It was longer, but that didn't mean, that it got a proper haircut. He also grew a beard to look more mature. So he strolled from the left side of the room to the right side, from the right to the left and so on. It was as if the king had hidden a fact of very enormous importance from him. For now he had to protect and to believe the king. He sighed almost inaudible. He went to the window and let his gaze wander. He had a fantastic view. He could not only see the whole palace and estates of the royal family, but also the village, that was right next to the high walls of the castle. The palace cast a long shadow over the tiny town and Obi-Wan wondered whether its' inhabitants ever saw the sun. It looked so poor, so boxed in. Sun and shadow, the border of wealth and poverty.
No wonder that the king was not very well-liked among his subjects. His wealth was quite obviously, but he didn't give anything to them. His was suffocating in money and his people were very poor and maybe starving. He had to find out more about the ruler and therefore he had to mingle with his subjects. Obi-Wan decided that he would go tomorrow evening into the village just after his audience with the king during the daily troop inspection. With that he went to sleep, but he stayed alert, leaving one hand on his lightsabre. Tomorrow would be a big day for him...
Meanwhile in the rainforest, a few miles outside the village
"Kyah, Kyah? Did you hear the news? A Jedi arrived on the planet! Our problems will be ...".
"Worse! Don't you understand? The Jedi only is here because Draju claimed that there was an assassination attempt on him performed by us!", the girl interrupted the cheerful blond man with the deep brown eyes. " If Draju convinces the Jedi that we are a danger, he can kill us legally without any consequences for him and his crown. We got to do something very quickly!" she said without any trace of emotions.
"What? But we didn't try to kill him! Why would anybody believe him?, the blond man asked, not believing, what he just heard. " Because he captured one of us, tortured him, made him sign a confession, that confirmed our participation in the attempt and killed him.", the 16-year-old girl said full of sorrows. "How do you know?", Det asked with wide eyes. "I have my sources in the palace. Remember, I lived there once, when my father was still alive and people had enough to eat and didn't have to pay taxes for breathing...He wants me! And by destroying me, he will crash the hopes of his "people". All he wants is total obedience and money.", her eyes gazed up into the sky as if pleading for an answer to her unspoken questions. "We are surrounded by denouncers, who were promised a better life by betraying us. That is why they could capture one of us. So don't trust anybody!", she stood up and went to her sleeping place. Kyah Tara couldn't sleep, her mind was too occupied. She
pushed strains of her bordeaux-red hair aside and decided to take a walk in the forest. Her green, penetrating eyes scanning everything. She was only 16 years old, but the leader of the persuaded opposition of King Draju, her uncle. And if Draju could win the Jedi onto his side, she wouldn't live much longer. A girl like her shouldn't have all those responsibilities, she should hang around with friends, discover her life, love and should be protected by her family....family. She hadn't any family. Draju murdered her father. The only family she ever had! Her mother died during giving birth to her and now she was on her own. When she found out that Draju killed her father she had to flee. Now she was trying to build up an opposition, that could force Draju to resign. She wanted a peaceful solution, but now it wasn't even clear if they would survive. They couldn't fight a war, they all were diplomats. Maybe she just should go straight to the king and surrender. Maybe he
wouldn't harm the innocent then. Yes that was the only solution. "He wants me, only me!", she screamed and ran off...
Kyah would reach the castle by noon...There was no time for regret.