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The Questioner or the Question

Fireweilder

"You were a fool Obi- Wan. I do hope you realize that now, though after it was too late."

A soft and comforting voice was riding on the wind, so it seemed. But no, he thought, I should feel at all. He woke and faced his standing masters. The memories of what had happened suddenly let loose and he was rushed in his awaking. His head rushed with blood and a rising pain on his shoulders caused him to lay back down, defeated once more.

"Relax Obi-Wan. Your master is fine." He heard Mace's voice softly in his ear.

"And of the miserable wench?" Obi-Wan sneered back, every bit of spite and hatred summed up in is question.

"Silence! You speak of what you can not possibly comprehend yet. Q has been through the equivalent of Hell and back. It is time you learned of her history. Keep in mind it took me hundreds of years to piece back together what life she has left."

Obi- Wan could not help but feel intrigued by the prospect of knowledge, although it was about the one person who had tried to kill him.

"She was the daughter of advanced Jedi, and they continued to raise her as one with them. When she because of age herself, she started to refuse to teachings given to her. She was a reckless as many of Anakin's age. She started tilting and we could not stop her from it. We were forced to make a desperate proposal. We were forced to suggest her destruction."

Obi- Wan had never heard of such…reckless behavior from the Jedi council.

"Master, you told me once, no Jedi was ever worth killing to stop them from their path, yet you are telling me otherwise. How powerful was she?" he asked, though he knew the answer anyway.

"You know little but the minimal of her potential. She was the spawn of two great Jedi but mutated to something much worse in our process to train her. She was turned and we were forced to act."

Mace signed to himself, looking past Anakin to the window past him. He did not like to recall what they had to do. It was one of the more shameful things he had done in his life.

"So…we killed her…or so we thought. She came back years and years ago. She simply walked into this council room and murdered three of us. She was to kill more had not she encountered Master Yoda. He touched her some how. How, I have never known and he has never told me why. So he instated her as a tester. She haunts and even murders as her job, indulging herself into the arts she long ago learned from the darkness that had long consumed her. She is to test those who we think my grow to be powerful. If they pass, powerful they will be indeed. But as you heard, only one has passed, and now he is nearly dead because of it."

Obi- Wan leapt up at this.

"Master Yoda is dead? He lost against Q when the entire council was with him? He faced one would can defy death and murder on her own free will without any opposition from the good!? You dare to allow this!"

Mace stood to face Obi- Wan, his face twisted in uncontrollable fury. He started turning in front of his eyes. His own features were becoming his dark, his hair long and wild. But Obi- Wan did not notice. He realized now what he had done. He had opposed some one stronger and deadlier then Master Mace. And now if the story was true, he would face a worst fate then he would have either way.

Then, Obi- Wan, dripping with sweat, awoke.