Whoa finally! an update at last! can you believe it!
anyways if you're wondering, the words surrounded by word or sentence are
meant to be italic, but since this site doesnt allow
italic stuff you're going to have to deal with it...
enjoy!!! I'll update this story soon cuz i got a lot
of chapters done while i was taking a break...
12 :Temple of the Prophecies
Obi-Wan awoke before the early morning sun rose. The cold morning breeze filled the atmosphere and the stars still blanketed the sky. The search for the mysterious bounty hunter could take days, so Obi-Wan organized all the food rations and all the emergency equipment they would require for the following trip. There was also the problem of bringing along the little blue boy. Their food would now be more limited and there was also an extra life to protect.
Bant and Siri left their short and almost rare slumber and awoke to the aroma of burning wood and carnage. Obi-Wan must have caught one of the little critters that inhabited these dense forests.
"Obi-Wan, what is that?" Siri asked.
"I found it trying to steal some of the emergency equipment," he explained. "Then I killed it, skinned it, and now I'm coking it. Soon enough we will be eating it."
"Awww... Obi-Wan! You killed a poor, innocent, little creature!" Bant whined.
"hehehehe... Won't be the last innocent creature we cook," Siri smirked and moved an eye towards the uniquely blue Mon-Calamarian.
"Shut-up!" Bant yelled. "And besides my species is poisonous to the stupid blonde humans. No offense Obi."
"Who said I was gonna eat you? Master Yoda's had enough of that disgusting porridge. I think he could go for some Siri Seafood Specialty."
"Not again you two," Obi-Wan interrupted. "We have a mission remember? We can think about cooking each other later"
"Alright let's get started," Siri said.
"Umm... Aren't we forgetting someone?" Bant wondered.
"DreAn! Wake up!" The three Padawans said almost harmonically.
DreAn jumped out of his, well actually Obi-Wan's tent, fully awake and ready for the day ahead of him. When Obi-Wan saw the young boy who was full of determination, he was reminded of a twelve year old boy who had as much spirit as the young child before him. This little boy yearned for adventure just as much as he had wanted to become an apprentice to Qui-Gon Jinn.
Before leaving, Obi-Wan, Siri and DreAn enjoyed a delicious breakfast of smoked Shiantar forest critter. Bant sat at a faraway tree, disgusted at the three for eating a cute and harmless creature. Well it would have been cute if Obi-Wan hadn't killed it and cooked it. Bant could never imagine eating anything that had been alive a few hours ago. Just the thought of it made her stomach turn. She would not be eating anything anytime soon.
The forest looked much thicker than before. It seemed like the entire forest grew overnight. Or maybe it could just be the fact that they wandered deeper into the forest.
A few distances away Obi-Wan saw an ancient building. Vines and other forest greenery constricted the aged building. It was as if the temple was its prisoner, like the temple had committed a terrible crime and was cursed to spend a million years safeguarding the treasures of the forest .
"Hey guys! You think that place could be used as a hideout?" Siri wondered.
"It could be. Why don't we go check," Obi-Wan suggested.
The temple had no doubt been abandoned for many decades, probably even for many centuries. DreAn was tempted to go further into the temple and explore, so he wandered away from the group and went the direction his curiosity led him. Besides, what adventurer would pass up an opportunity like this one? There were many possibilities inside this enigma. Priceless treasures and remains of primitive civilizations could lie hidden within these chambers.
DreAn went further down the dark corridors of the temple, wanting to see more of the ancient wonder. He eventually ended up at a mysterious altar containing unlit candles and strange murals embedded on the stone walls. Suddenly a warm breeze came from behind DreAn and lit up the candles in the room. The light revealed the images the timeworn murals were meant to represent. There was a carving of a lightsaber, a symbol of the sky, a symbol of wind, a skull, a book, a girl, a warrior wielding a blaster, a pair of eyes, a hand, a timepiece and ten circles, each with a carving of one of the symbols. Though not knowing the meaning of the masterpiece, DreAn was still in awe for these were rare pieces of art that only the most talented of artists could ever hope to create.
As DreAn stared in awe at the beautiful pieces of art, he was interrupted by a loud ringing in his ears. The pain in his head was agonizing, but it only lasted for a few seconds. When the ringing ceased, he heard the voices in his head.
Mind
Power
Fear
Disaster
Destruction
Mind of Wind
These words repeated inside of DreAn's head until the pain was too much for him to bear and he collapsed on the hard ground.
In another part of the temple Obi-Wan felt something pull at him. It wasn't the Force. This pull seemed to come from a much more unexplainable source, much like the Force, but wit much more influence. Then he heard voices whisper in his head.
Pain
Loss
Misery
Sorrows
Dedication
Skill
Sword of Fire
Not too long after Obi-Wan heard the voices, he fell to the ground.
"Wake up Obi-Wan!" Bant kept shaking the unconscious body and and gave it a few hard slaps ever once in a while. Siri was also busy trying to get DreAn to wake up. She was getting the same response as Bant. Nothing. There were still signs of breathing and a pulse. The only problem was that the two couldn't awake. All Siri and Bant could do at the moment was to wait until the two's condition improved. If nothing happened soon they would have no choice but to forfeit the mission.
DreAn's dream felt all too real. He could feel both his mind and body in the dream. It felt as though his entire self was trapped in this dream. Beside him he noticed the same blonde-haired, male he had come to know as Obi-Wan along with eight other unknown beings. They were all surrounded by a mixture of light and dark; the darkness surrounding them and the light in the form of white streaks flying before them.
Chosen to end man's sorrows.
Their strength from me borrow.
Some destined to rise, some destined to fall.
Either way they must heed their call.
A talent burns in each one of them,
growing with every word of this requiem.
A chosen one with hands of the sky,
A warrior with a sword of fire,
A hero with a mind as strong as the wind,
Another who will rise in times of need.
There is a being who keeps all the knowledge of the worlds
and a woman who may just seem like a little girl.
There is a fallen one who walks with the Grim Reaper.
And one other who will be the seeker.
A secret lies within one man
and the final will unite when the time will come.
All ten are needed to fulfill the prophecy.
All ten will need each other for darkness will soon roam free.
The voice and the strange message came from out of nowhere and the other nine beings around DreAn looked as confused as he did. Then the darkness faded until only a bright , blinding atmosphere encircled them. DreAn then awoke to the warm light of Shiantar's star and the sweet smell of exotic wildlife. Beside him lie Obi-Wan, also awaking from his own rest. Could Obi-Wan have also seen what DreAn saw?
"I don't know what happened to me," a confused Obi-Wan said.
"Neither do we," Bant scolded. "Don't scare us like that again!"
"I think I saw you in my dreams," DreAn interrupted.
"I think I saw you too," Obi-Wan told him.
"Hey, it was only a dream," Siri said. "Now we've been delayed on our mission. You two have been asleep for five hours! Let's go! Now! Before it's too late!"
Getting up as quickly as possible, Obi-Wan stretched for a brief moment and ran towards the endless forest. "You guys coming with me or what?" He yelled. The other three ran after him while he ran towards where the Force led him. The other three struggled to catch up to the Padawan's greater speed.
To be Continued..........
anyways if you're wondering, the words surrounded by word or sentence are
meant to be italic, but since this site doesnt allow
italic stuff you're going to have to deal with it...
enjoy!!! I'll update this story soon cuz i got a lot
of chapters done while i was taking a break...
12 :Temple of the Prophecies
Obi-Wan awoke before the early morning sun rose. The cold morning breeze filled the atmosphere and the stars still blanketed the sky. The search for the mysterious bounty hunter could take days, so Obi-Wan organized all the food rations and all the emergency equipment they would require for the following trip. There was also the problem of bringing along the little blue boy. Their food would now be more limited and there was also an extra life to protect.
Bant and Siri left their short and almost rare slumber and awoke to the aroma of burning wood and carnage. Obi-Wan must have caught one of the little critters that inhabited these dense forests.
"Obi-Wan, what is that?" Siri asked.
"I found it trying to steal some of the emergency equipment," he explained. "Then I killed it, skinned it, and now I'm coking it. Soon enough we will be eating it."
"Awww... Obi-Wan! You killed a poor, innocent, little creature!" Bant whined.
"hehehehe... Won't be the last innocent creature we cook," Siri smirked and moved an eye towards the uniquely blue Mon-Calamarian.
"Shut-up!" Bant yelled. "And besides my species is poisonous to the stupid blonde humans. No offense Obi."
"Who said I was gonna eat you? Master Yoda's had enough of that disgusting porridge. I think he could go for some Siri Seafood Specialty."
"Not again you two," Obi-Wan interrupted. "We have a mission remember? We can think about cooking each other later"
"Alright let's get started," Siri said.
"Umm... Aren't we forgetting someone?" Bant wondered.
"DreAn! Wake up!" The three Padawans said almost harmonically.
DreAn jumped out of his, well actually Obi-Wan's tent, fully awake and ready for the day ahead of him. When Obi-Wan saw the young boy who was full of determination, he was reminded of a twelve year old boy who had as much spirit as the young child before him. This little boy yearned for adventure just as much as he had wanted to become an apprentice to Qui-Gon Jinn.
Before leaving, Obi-Wan, Siri and DreAn enjoyed a delicious breakfast of smoked Shiantar forest critter. Bant sat at a faraway tree, disgusted at the three for eating a cute and harmless creature. Well it would have been cute if Obi-Wan hadn't killed it and cooked it. Bant could never imagine eating anything that had been alive a few hours ago. Just the thought of it made her stomach turn. She would not be eating anything anytime soon.
The forest looked much thicker than before. It seemed like the entire forest grew overnight. Or maybe it could just be the fact that they wandered deeper into the forest.
A few distances away Obi-Wan saw an ancient building. Vines and other forest greenery constricted the aged building. It was as if the temple was its prisoner, like the temple had committed a terrible crime and was cursed to spend a million years safeguarding the treasures of the forest .
"Hey guys! You think that place could be used as a hideout?" Siri wondered.
"It could be. Why don't we go check," Obi-Wan suggested.
The temple had no doubt been abandoned for many decades, probably even for many centuries. DreAn was tempted to go further into the temple and explore, so he wandered away from the group and went the direction his curiosity led him. Besides, what adventurer would pass up an opportunity like this one? There were many possibilities inside this enigma. Priceless treasures and remains of primitive civilizations could lie hidden within these chambers.
DreAn went further down the dark corridors of the temple, wanting to see more of the ancient wonder. He eventually ended up at a mysterious altar containing unlit candles and strange murals embedded on the stone walls. Suddenly a warm breeze came from behind DreAn and lit up the candles in the room. The light revealed the images the timeworn murals were meant to represent. There was a carving of a lightsaber, a symbol of the sky, a symbol of wind, a skull, a book, a girl, a warrior wielding a blaster, a pair of eyes, a hand, a timepiece and ten circles, each with a carving of one of the symbols. Though not knowing the meaning of the masterpiece, DreAn was still in awe for these were rare pieces of art that only the most talented of artists could ever hope to create.
As DreAn stared in awe at the beautiful pieces of art, he was interrupted by a loud ringing in his ears. The pain in his head was agonizing, but it only lasted for a few seconds. When the ringing ceased, he heard the voices in his head.
Mind
Power
Fear
Disaster
Destruction
Mind of Wind
These words repeated inside of DreAn's head until the pain was too much for him to bear and he collapsed on the hard ground.
In another part of the temple Obi-Wan felt something pull at him. It wasn't the Force. This pull seemed to come from a much more unexplainable source, much like the Force, but wit much more influence. Then he heard voices whisper in his head.
Pain
Loss
Misery
Sorrows
Dedication
Skill
Sword of Fire
Not too long after Obi-Wan heard the voices, he fell to the ground.
"Wake up Obi-Wan!" Bant kept shaking the unconscious body and and gave it a few hard slaps ever once in a while. Siri was also busy trying to get DreAn to wake up. She was getting the same response as Bant. Nothing. There were still signs of breathing and a pulse. The only problem was that the two couldn't awake. All Siri and Bant could do at the moment was to wait until the two's condition improved. If nothing happened soon they would have no choice but to forfeit the mission.
DreAn's dream felt all too real. He could feel both his mind and body in the dream. It felt as though his entire self was trapped in this dream. Beside him he noticed the same blonde-haired, male he had come to know as Obi-Wan along with eight other unknown beings. They were all surrounded by a mixture of light and dark; the darkness surrounding them and the light in the form of white streaks flying before them.
Chosen to end man's sorrows.
Their strength from me borrow.
Some destined to rise, some destined to fall.
Either way they must heed their call.
A talent burns in each one of them,
growing with every word of this requiem.
A chosen one with hands of the sky,
A warrior with a sword of fire,
A hero with a mind as strong as the wind,
Another who will rise in times of need.
There is a being who keeps all the knowledge of the worlds
and a woman who may just seem like a little girl.
There is a fallen one who walks with the Grim Reaper.
And one other who will be the seeker.
A secret lies within one man
and the final will unite when the time will come.
All ten are needed to fulfill the prophecy.
All ten will need each other for darkness will soon roam free.
The voice and the strange message came from out of nowhere and the other nine beings around DreAn looked as confused as he did. Then the darkness faded until only a bright , blinding atmosphere encircled them. DreAn then awoke to the warm light of Shiantar's star and the sweet smell of exotic wildlife. Beside him lie Obi-Wan, also awaking from his own rest. Could Obi-Wan have also seen what DreAn saw?
"I don't know what happened to me," a confused Obi-Wan said.
"Neither do we," Bant scolded. "Don't scare us like that again!"
"I think I saw you in my dreams," DreAn interrupted.
"I think I saw you too," Obi-Wan told him.
"Hey, it was only a dream," Siri said. "Now we've been delayed on our mission. You two have been asleep for five hours! Let's go! Now! Before it's too late!"
Getting up as quickly as possible, Obi-Wan stretched for a brief moment and ran towards the endless forest. "You guys coming with me or what?" He yelled. The other three ran after him while he ran towards where the Force led him. The other three struggled to catch up to the Padawan's greater speed.
To be Continued..........