Summary: An attack on the Jedi forcibly removes Obi-Wan from the Order. With no memory of who he was, he begins a new life surrounded by darkness and deception. Qui-Gon searches for Obi-Wan, believing him to be connected to a new threat in the Outer Rim.
Spoilers: Jedi Apprentice #1 - #13 for now.
Disclaimer: This story is not intended to infringe upon the copyrights of George Lucas, LucasFilms, Scholastic Books, Jude Watson, or any other party affiliated with the Star Wars universe. This story is written for entertainment purposes only and not intended for profit. I don't own them, I'm just playing with them for a while...
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Touched by Darkness
by danakate (danakate@danakate.com)
Chapter 6
Everyday he stared at his reflection. Everyday he wondered who he was. He had yet to find an answer.
He remembered most things. He could name every object in the tiny hovel where he woke. He could describe the surroundings outside his shelter to the minutest detail. But he knew nothing of himself or his past.
The beginning had been the worse. He rejoined the waking world in intense pain, retching from the agony. He had floated in and out of consciousness curled on his side in a corner of the small room.
Once, he thought someone was with him. He remembered deep blue eyes in a kind face and for a moment he felt at ease. The feeling passed all too quickly and he found himself once more in a waking nightmare.
In time the intensity lessened and he discovered he could ease the pain on his own. It seemed he had some sort of skill and he marveled at the ability. Somehow, he knew he'd always had it and he held on to that certainty.
The days wore on and as he learned to heal the pain in his body he explored his surroundings. He appeared to be in a remote area on a sparsely populated planet. He'd seen transports in the distance, but none approached his location. He was alone and that thought brought him great sadness.
One day he awoke in misery. Outside it rained, the drops on the roof echoing loudly in his head. Waves of nausea rolled over him and if he'd had the strength he would have curled in on himself for comfort. Fear, doubt, and a myriad of other emotions raced through his mind.
He didn't like being out of control and he found himself becoming angry. He was angry with himself for not remembering, angry at his situation for being so dire, and angry with whoever had left him to suffer alone. The anger seemed to bubble from inside him and he tried to fight it for it frightened him. But the harder he fought the worse he felt and he began to despair. Yet, just as he thought his will to fight had finally worn down, the ill feelings stopped. He had no opportunity to think about it as his mind shut down from the strain and he slipped into a dreamless sleep.
He didn't notice the shadow of a being pass by the window.
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Darth Sidious observed his apprentice from the depths of his hood.
"How did he react?" he asked.
"He whimpered and cried like an infant," Darth Maul spat. "He is weak!"
"Enough!"
Maul cringed at the verbal reprimand.
"What you think of him is irrelevant," Sidious snarled. "He will be of use to us."
"Yes, my Master," Maul replied, bowing in deference, but inside he raged.
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To be continued.
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Author's note: Holy moley, 9 months and all I can produce is this little thing. Kind of sucks, lots of passive voice, somewhat different tone from the beginning of the story, but I did it and I'm posting it. Thanks to everyone who left reviews and asked for more. Let's hope it doesn't take another 9 months to get the next part out. :o
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Created:
2003-01-06
Spoilers: Jedi Apprentice #1 - #13 for now.
Disclaimer: This story is not intended to infringe upon the copyrights of George Lucas, LucasFilms, Scholastic Books, Jude Watson, or any other party affiliated with the Star Wars universe. This story is written for entertainment purposes only and not intended for profit. I don't own them, I'm just playing with them for a while...
**
Touched by Darkness
by danakate (danakate@danakate.com)
Chapter 6
Everyday he stared at his reflection. Everyday he wondered who he was. He had yet to find an answer.
He remembered most things. He could name every object in the tiny hovel where he woke. He could describe the surroundings outside his shelter to the minutest detail. But he knew nothing of himself or his past.
The beginning had been the worse. He rejoined the waking world in intense pain, retching from the agony. He had floated in and out of consciousness curled on his side in a corner of the small room.
Once, he thought someone was with him. He remembered deep blue eyes in a kind face and for a moment he felt at ease. The feeling passed all too quickly and he found himself once more in a waking nightmare.
In time the intensity lessened and he discovered he could ease the pain on his own. It seemed he had some sort of skill and he marveled at the ability. Somehow, he knew he'd always had it and he held on to that certainty.
The days wore on and as he learned to heal the pain in his body he explored his surroundings. He appeared to be in a remote area on a sparsely populated planet. He'd seen transports in the distance, but none approached his location. He was alone and that thought brought him great sadness.
One day he awoke in misery. Outside it rained, the drops on the roof echoing loudly in his head. Waves of nausea rolled over him and if he'd had the strength he would have curled in on himself for comfort. Fear, doubt, and a myriad of other emotions raced through his mind.
He didn't like being out of control and he found himself becoming angry. He was angry with himself for not remembering, angry at his situation for being so dire, and angry with whoever had left him to suffer alone. The anger seemed to bubble from inside him and he tried to fight it for it frightened him. But the harder he fought the worse he felt and he began to despair. Yet, just as he thought his will to fight had finally worn down, the ill feelings stopped. He had no opportunity to think about it as his mind shut down from the strain and he slipped into a dreamless sleep.
He didn't notice the shadow of a being pass by the window.
*
Darth Sidious observed his apprentice from the depths of his hood.
"How did he react?" he asked.
"He whimpered and cried like an infant," Darth Maul spat. "He is weak!"
"Enough!"
Maul cringed at the verbal reprimand.
"What you think of him is irrelevant," Sidious snarled. "He will be of use to us."
"Yes, my Master," Maul replied, bowing in deference, but inside he raged.
----
To be continued.
**
Author's note: Holy moley, 9 months and all I can produce is this little thing. Kind of sucks, lots of passive voice, somewhat different tone from the beginning of the story, but I did it and I'm posting it. Thanks to everyone who left reviews and asked for more. Let's hope it doesn't take another 9 months to get the next part out. :o
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Created:
2003-01-06