Natira Meg'nan - Thank you! And it's all right. I'm just happy you're
letting me know. : D
Aiska Kenobi - Thank you! : )
Dragonsong - Well, if you want my honest opinion, I like Dragonsong better, but then again I am overly biased toward anything with "dragon" in it. I love the winged beasties. ; ) Reno, huh? I'm trying to remember the little guy. I keep forgetting to look in the Strategy Guide. I think the last time we popped that game in for sh*ts and giggles was well over a year ago. And as much as I liked FF7 We got more into FF8. Oh, well. Thanks for reading!! : D
Brown - Eyes - Soon!! ; )
Padawan Kitara - Lurking is fine. Since on FF.N I am notorious for it. But if something strikes you strongly please let me know. : )
Stephanie - Gosh, Thanks. *blush* I did not want to change the chars to fit into the typical story, but rather mold the story to fit into their world. Looks like I accomplished that, no? Thanks Again!
Lighted eagle - Are you ok? You really should try to watch where you're runnin'. ; ) I do my best to keep up, Thanks for everything!! : D
Ciria - Thank you so much, I'm glad my "evil cliffies" are not deterring you. As I'm sure more are to come. ; )
Katt - Good. I want to keep my readers on their toes! At least as best as I can, anyway.
Ds_jt - EverAfter was a VERY large contributor to my thought processes for this fic. It was what gave me the idea in the first place. So I took some liberties and switched the book for a lightsaber, but hey, it works, right? Um, I hope there is something left for you. I'm still debating on how I'm going to punish the wicked old man! ;)
EVERYONE! - Please try not to laugh too hard. I know the upcoming concept is a "funny" thought, but I did try to write it with some credibility. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Thanks. Also, I might not be able to post on this for another week, since I will be gone on vacation. I'm not sure if I will be able to get on the internet at all, so please be patient. Thanks again. : D
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I Want but Have Not
The shell of a human boy huddled in the darkness. Once a hopeful young child resided there, now it only housed desolation. Time did not exist in a void, which is precisely where Obi-Wan Kenobi subsisted currently. Night could have only been a few minutes or weeks, either way, Obi-Wan did not know how long he remained in the pits of despair when the dull orange rays of dawn filtered into his misery. Slowly, he realized that the door to his prison was ajar, yet feared the taunting freedom as a rouse thought up by his callous stepfather.
Ever so gently, he sensed a soothing warmth and serenity enter his mind, body and soul. His weary eyes gazed out toward the beckoning emancipation but he was still apprehensive to heed its call. A soft blue glow edged the ocher radiance of morning away and he heard an ancient voice appeal, "Come forth young Obi-Wan."
Hesitantly, the traumatized child crawled his way out of the dismal penitentiary. At first his exhausted eyes could not find his liberator, until they lighted upon the vague visage of a small creature. The old image appeared in robes that befitted a Jedi Master, and Obi-Wan was confused by it's sudden arrival. His weak voice squeezed past his throat, "Who are you?"
"Friend of you father's I am. Yoda my name is." The petite figure said. A gimmer stick helped the small being step closer and a three fingered hand offered assistance. Obi-Wan waved him off, and remained kneeling on the ground to be on eye level with the newcomer.
"You knew my father?" The confused boy asked.
The being nodded, his pointed ears dropping a little, "Yes, strong in the Force he was. As his son is now."
"I wish I knew him. I only have my mother's stories and a warm feeling in my heart. Mother always said he would be proud of me." Obi-Wan thought aloud retrospectively.
"Hmph, Proud of you he is. Well, you have taught yourself. Powerful you have become," reassured Yoda.
Obi-Wan laughed lightly, "Yeah, powerful. Powerful enough to get constantly punished." A moment of fear made his body stiffen. "You better get out of here, my stepfather would."
Yoda cut him off, "At the tournament already he has gone, along with your stepbrothers. Going soon, you should be too." The confident remark would have made Obi-Wan fall over if he had not already been sitting.
"Me?" Disbelieving what he had heard, the boy tried to clarify the candid statement. "I can't go to the tournament. My stepfather." He shuddered to think what might happen to him if he were caught.
The ancient figure straightened at the incredulous denial. "Why can you not? Studied the Jedi Katas you have. Other Jedi arts as well."
"But I know nothing of the Force, I have read that that is central to a Jedi. But there are no texts on how to use it. I'm a pathetic excuse for a Jedi," explained the doubtful youth.
"Many years a Jedi Master I have been. Know, I do, when a person, a good Jedi makes. Know the Force you do. Felt it your whole life you have. Flows through you now it does. All you need now is to listen to it." The gimmer stick poked Obi-Wan in the shoulder.
Slowly, casting his eyes downward, a hand touched the collar on his neck, and he whispered, "Not now, it doesn't." He heard the Master's little humph again, but couldn't look up to meet his eyes.
"Simple problem to solve it is." With that the small green troll closed his eyes and concentrated. To Obi-wan's amazement the collar fell from about his neck. All at once, he was filled with that exhilarating sensation he had felt hours before. His young body bristled with renewed strength and vigor. The enlightening experience peaked and then subsided as it leveled out. But his joy was quickly replaced with disappointment.
"Master Yoda, I can't go. Look at me, I'm a mess. They would never believe I am a Jedi student." He pulled at his dirty clothes and ran a hand through his disheveled hair.
"Powerful the Force is. And a Powerful Ally," again the wise Jedi concentrated on the Force. And after a few minutes, Obi-Wan noticed his clothes were that of the Jedi student's he had seen in the holovids.
"I don't understand. How can this be?" His hand found it's way back to run through his ginger mop, and found that even that had changed into the close cropped style of an initiate. His wonderment shown clearly on his now clean face.
"Believe in the Force you must, or discovered you will be. Go quickly, before too late it is." Yoda instructed the bewildered youth.
Obi-Wan rose excitedly, "Thank you. I don't know how I will ever repay you."
"Trust your instincts, feel the Force, help you they can. Center yourself, give into your fears you can not. To the Darkside that leads. Like your stepbrothers you would become." Spouted the wise Master as last minute advice.
The smile that brightened Obi-Wan's features touched the Master's heart. From a distance he had been watching the child's development, and could not help but feel the pride at the boy's steadfast light. "I will do my best, Master. For you and for my father." The boy bowed and started to leave when he stopped suddenly. He turned back and sadness danced in his eyes, "I have no weapon to take."
"Ohh," the Master exclaimed, "Almost forgot I had." A grin stretched across the tiny face. From under the little cloak, a green hand extracted a silver handle. Obi-Wan recognized it immediately as tears welled in his eyes.
"How?" He managed to croak. Reaching and embracing the familiar hilt.
"Said I have, Powerful the Force is." Yoda watched as the boy examined the once whole again lightsaber of his fathers. "Now go you must. Awaiting your arrival someone does." A twinkle sparked in the Master's eye. Obi- Wan assumed he meant the girl that had brightened his hopes, Siri.
"I will not fail you, Master." And with a hasty bow, Obi-Wan ran from the garden, hopefully to find his future.
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Please review!! *begs on hands and knees*
And Thanks, in advance, for your patience. I promise to post as soon as I get back on Nov. 5th!!
Aiska Kenobi - Thank you! : )
Dragonsong - Well, if you want my honest opinion, I like Dragonsong better, but then again I am overly biased toward anything with "dragon" in it. I love the winged beasties. ; ) Reno, huh? I'm trying to remember the little guy. I keep forgetting to look in the Strategy Guide. I think the last time we popped that game in for sh*ts and giggles was well over a year ago. And as much as I liked FF7 We got more into FF8. Oh, well. Thanks for reading!! : D
Brown - Eyes - Soon!! ; )
Padawan Kitara - Lurking is fine. Since on FF.N I am notorious for it. But if something strikes you strongly please let me know. : )
Stephanie - Gosh, Thanks. *blush* I did not want to change the chars to fit into the typical story, but rather mold the story to fit into their world. Looks like I accomplished that, no? Thanks Again!
Lighted eagle - Are you ok? You really should try to watch where you're runnin'. ; ) I do my best to keep up, Thanks for everything!! : D
Ciria - Thank you so much, I'm glad my "evil cliffies" are not deterring you. As I'm sure more are to come. ; )
Katt - Good. I want to keep my readers on their toes! At least as best as I can, anyway.
Ds_jt - EverAfter was a VERY large contributor to my thought processes for this fic. It was what gave me the idea in the first place. So I took some liberties and switched the book for a lightsaber, but hey, it works, right? Um, I hope there is something left for you. I'm still debating on how I'm going to punish the wicked old man! ;)
EVERYONE! - Please try not to laugh too hard. I know the upcoming concept is a "funny" thought, but I did try to write it with some credibility. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Thanks. Also, I might not be able to post on this for another week, since I will be gone on vacation. I'm not sure if I will be able to get on the internet at all, so please be patient. Thanks again. : D
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I Want but Have Not
The shell of a human boy huddled in the darkness. Once a hopeful young child resided there, now it only housed desolation. Time did not exist in a void, which is precisely where Obi-Wan Kenobi subsisted currently. Night could have only been a few minutes or weeks, either way, Obi-Wan did not know how long he remained in the pits of despair when the dull orange rays of dawn filtered into his misery. Slowly, he realized that the door to his prison was ajar, yet feared the taunting freedom as a rouse thought up by his callous stepfather.
Ever so gently, he sensed a soothing warmth and serenity enter his mind, body and soul. His weary eyes gazed out toward the beckoning emancipation but he was still apprehensive to heed its call. A soft blue glow edged the ocher radiance of morning away and he heard an ancient voice appeal, "Come forth young Obi-Wan."
Hesitantly, the traumatized child crawled his way out of the dismal penitentiary. At first his exhausted eyes could not find his liberator, until they lighted upon the vague visage of a small creature. The old image appeared in robes that befitted a Jedi Master, and Obi-Wan was confused by it's sudden arrival. His weak voice squeezed past his throat, "Who are you?"
"Friend of you father's I am. Yoda my name is." The petite figure said. A gimmer stick helped the small being step closer and a three fingered hand offered assistance. Obi-Wan waved him off, and remained kneeling on the ground to be on eye level with the newcomer.
"You knew my father?" The confused boy asked.
The being nodded, his pointed ears dropping a little, "Yes, strong in the Force he was. As his son is now."
"I wish I knew him. I only have my mother's stories and a warm feeling in my heart. Mother always said he would be proud of me." Obi-Wan thought aloud retrospectively.
"Hmph, Proud of you he is. Well, you have taught yourself. Powerful you have become," reassured Yoda.
Obi-Wan laughed lightly, "Yeah, powerful. Powerful enough to get constantly punished." A moment of fear made his body stiffen. "You better get out of here, my stepfather would."
Yoda cut him off, "At the tournament already he has gone, along with your stepbrothers. Going soon, you should be too." The confident remark would have made Obi-Wan fall over if he had not already been sitting.
"Me?" Disbelieving what he had heard, the boy tried to clarify the candid statement. "I can't go to the tournament. My stepfather." He shuddered to think what might happen to him if he were caught.
The ancient figure straightened at the incredulous denial. "Why can you not? Studied the Jedi Katas you have. Other Jedi arts as well."
"But I know nothing of the Force, I have read that that is central to a Jedi. But there are no texts on how to use it. I'm a pathetic excuse for a Jedi," explained the doubtful youth.
"Many years a Jedi Master I have been. Know, I do, when a person, a good Jedi makes. Know the Force you do. Felt it your whole life you have. Flows through you now it does. All you need now is to listen to it." The gimmer stick poked Obi-Wan in the shoulder.
Slowly, casting his eyes downward, a hand touched the collar on his neck, and he whispered, "Not now, it doesn't." He heard the Master's little humph again, but couldn't look up to meet his eyes.
"Simple problem to solve it is." With that the small green troll closed his eyes and concentrated. To Obi-wan's amazement the collar fell from about his neck. All at once, he was filled with that exhilarating sensation he had felt hours before. His young body bristled with renewed strength and vigor. The enlightening experience peaked and then subsided as it leveled out. But his joy was quickly replaced with disappointment.
"Master Yoda, I can't go. Look at me, I'm a mess. They would never believe I am a Jedi student." He pulled at his dirty clothes and ran a hand through his disheveled hair.
"Powerful the Force is. And a Powerful Ally," again the wise Jedi concentrated on the Force. And after a few minutes, Obi-Wan noticed his clothes were that of the Jedi student's he had seen in the holovids.
"I don't understand. How can this be?" His hand found it's way back to run through his ginger mop, and found that even that had changed into the close cropped style of an initiate. His wonderment shown clearly on his now clean face.
"Believe in the Force you must, or discovered you will be. Go quickly, before too late it is." Yoda instructed the bewildered youth.
Obi-Wan rose excitedly, "Thank you. I don't know how I will ever repay you."
"Trust your instincts, feel the Force, help you they can. Center yourself, give into your fears you can not. To the Darkside that leads. Like your stepbrothers you would become." Spouted the wise Master as last minute advice.
The smile that brightened Obi-Wan's features touched the Master's heart. From a distance he had been watching the child's development, and could not help but feel the pride at the boy's steadfast light. "I will do my best, Master. For you and for my father." The boy bowed and started to leave when he stopped suddenly. He turned back and sadness danced in his eyes, "I have no weapon to take."
"Ohh," the Master exclaimed, "Almost forgot I had." A grin stretched across the tiny face. From under the little cloak, a green hand extracted a silver handle. Obi-Wan recognized it immediately as tears welled in his eyes.
"How?" He managed to croak. Reaching and embracing the familiar hilt.
"Said I have, Powerful the Force is." Yoda watched as the boy examined the once whole again lightsaber of his fathers. "Now go you must. Awaiting your arrival someone does." A twinkle sparked in the Master's eye. Obi- Wan assumed he meant the girl that had brightened his hopes, Siri.
"I will not fail you, Master." And with a hasty bow, Obi-Wan ran from the garden, hopefully to find his future.
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Please review!! *begs on hands and knees*
And Thanks, in advance, for your patience. I promise to post as soon as I get back on Nov. 5th!!