Hey all! Sorry for not updating. Minor correction: On the title
page of ch.1., it says Obi-Wan is 14. He is 15 in this story. I
noticed on my first post I only got one review. Ow. . . me hurt. Review? Where'd u go?
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"So Padawan, how was your day?" Qui-Gon asked as the two sat down for the evening meal.
Kenobi shrugged, "It was alright. I was able to hang out with the gang. How was yours?"
"Don't you mean how was the incredibly long council meaning?" the Master said as a joke.
Obi-Wan swallowed a mouthful of biscut while gesturing with his
hand, "Well, how was it?" The mischevious smile that followed did
absoloutely nothing but reveal the obvious: the boy already knew how it went. All he was accomplishing was making Qui-Gon live his maddingly long day.
"We'll be leaving on a mission in three days," was the answer.
"To where?! For what?!" the Padawan asked excitedly.
Qui-Gon looked at Obi-Wan, placed a piece of food in his mouth,
and chewed, all the while still smiling.
The boy didn't say anything. He just lowered his head and continued shoveling food into hs currently carnivorus mouth.
The Master began laughing.
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"It's time."
Who are you?
"You cannot run any longer."
Why are you here?
"The end is near."
What are you talking about?
"It's time for you to die, Obi-Wan Kenobi."
What?!
"I'm coming, and this time, there is no escape. No one will save you."
Master! Help!
"He cannot. No one can."
Help!
"No one."
No one. . . . No one. . . . No one. . . .
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"Padawan! Obi-Wan wake up!"
"No. . . . one. . . ." Eyes fluttered and blue orbs, looking an
even deeper shade due to the darkness of the room, opened. Those same
eyes searched the room until it found the man sitting next to him with a hold on his shoulders. "Master?"
"I'm here Padawan."
The boy's shaky breathing pierced the silence. Before the Master could say anything more, he was wrapping his arms around his fifteen year old in response to the arms around his neck. Gently, Qui-Gon rubbed the boy's back, murmuring words of comfort while waiting for the boy's breathing returned to normal. He rocked Obi-Wan, trying to offer what comfort he could, trying to give his son peace.
"What is it Padawan?"
"A voice, the same one from my vision earlier today."
"You had another one?"
Obi-Wan took a breath and began to tell Qui-Gon of both the vision and the dream. Somewhere betweed sentances though, the boy dozed off
and never finished.
The Master began to remove Kenobi's arms, but they only clasped
tighter, the boy snuggling closer. Seeing no solution that would allow him back to his room, Qui-Gon layed them down comfortably and joined his Padawan in sleep.
No more dreams haunted Obi-Wan that night.
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I'll have to admit I was frightened by those visions. They were
more detailed and darksidish than the ones I'd had before. The person
was so familiar that I could draw a picture of him in my mind, but no
name would come.
So do you like my story yet? Still want to hear a different one? Too bad, maybe next time.
Anyway, I never did get the chance to meditate on what was happening. The next day was a rather endless, tiresome, and grueling
day.
Here we go. . . .
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The class was silent, bent over their datapads. The instructor
walked up and down the isles, answering questions and checking work. As Jedi Master Bak-Uru Meya neared the windows, he pressed a button that removed the shade screen from the windows. Warm sunlight streamed into the room.
Obi-Wan tried to focus his mind back to his math homework, but
failed miserably. A voice nagged inside his head, taunting him with the words of his dream.
'He cannot. No one can.'
'No one can.'
'No one. . . .'
Master Buk-Uru strolled to his desk, sat down, and began grading homework assignments. Well, he tried anyway. The system's power that allowed him to access work from other datapads wasn't working. As he tried to fix the problem, believing it to be just a malfunction on his datapad, a shadow fell over the temple.
TBC
Well, sorry to cut it short again. I just don't have any time anymore.
Buh-Bye
page of ch.1., it says Obi-Wan is 14. He is 15 in this story. I
noticed on my first post I only got one review. Ow. . . me hurt. Review? Where'd u go?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So Padawan, how was your day?" Qui-Gon asked as the two sat down for the evening meal.
Kenobi shrugged, "It was alright. I was able to hang out with the gang. How was yours?"
"Don't you mean how was the incredibly long council meaning?" the Master said as a joke.
Obi-Wan swallowed a mouthful of biscut while gesturing with his
hand, "Well, how was it?" The mischevious smile that followed did
absoloutely nothing but reveal the obvious: the boy already knew how it went. All he was accomplishing was making Qui-Gon live his maddingly long day.
"We'll be leaving on a mission in three days," was the answer.
"To where?! For what?!" the Padawan asked excitedly.
Qui-Gon looked at Obi-Wan, placed a piece of food in his mouth,
and chewed, all the while still smiling.
The boy didn't say anything. He just lowered his head and continued shoveling food into hs currently carnivorus mouth.
The Master began laughing.
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"It's time."
Who are you?
"You cannot run any longer."
Why are you here?
"The end is near."
What are you talking about?
"It's time for you to die, Obi-Wan Kenobi."
What?!
"I'm coming, and this time, there is no escape. No one will save you."
Master! Help!
"He cannot. No one can."
Help!
"No one."
No one. . . . No one. . . . No one. . . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Padawan! Obi-Wan wake up!"
"No. . . . one. . . ." Eyes fluttered and blue orbs, looking an
even deeper shade due to the darkness of the room, opened. Those same
eyes searched the room until it found the man sitting next to him with a hold on his shoulders. "Master?"
"I'm here Padawan."
The boy's shaky breathing pierced the silence. Before the Master could say anything more, he was wrapping his arms around his fifteen year old in response to the arms around his neck. Gently, Qui-Gon rubbed the boy's back, murmuring words of comfort while waiting for the boy's breathing returned to normal. He rocked Obi-Wan, trying to offer what comfort he could, trying to give his son peace.
"What is it Padawan?"
"A voice, the same one from my vision earlier today."
"You had another one?"
Obi-Wan took a breath and began to tell Qui-Gon of both the vision and the dream. Somewhere betweed sentances though, the boy dozed off
and never finished.
The Master began to remove Kenobi's arms, but they only clasped
tighter, the boy snuggling closer. Seeing no solution that would allow him back to his room, Qui-Gon layed them down comfortably and joined his Padawan in sleep.
No more dreams haunted Obi-Wan that night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'll have to admit I was frightened by those visions. They were
more detailed and darksidish than the ones I'd had before. The person
was so familiar that I could draw a picture of him in my mind, but no
name would come.
So do you like my story yet? Still want to hear a different one? Too bad, maybe next time.
Anyway, I never did get the chance to meditate on what was happening. The next day was a rather endless, tiresome, and grueling
day.
Here we go. . . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The class was silent, bent over their datapads. The instructor
walked up and down the isles, answering questions and checking work. As Jedi Master Bak-Uru Meya neared the windows, he pressed a button that removed the shade screen from the windows. Warm sunlight streamed into the room.
Obi-Wan tried to focus his mind back to his math homework, but
failed miserably. A voice nagged inside his head, taunting him with the words of his dream.
'He cannot. No one can.'
'No one can.'
'No one. . . .'
Master Buk-Uru strolled to his desk, sat down, and began grading homework assignments. Well, he tried anyway. The system's power that allowed him to access work from other datapads wasn't working. As he tried to fix the problem, believing it to be just a malfunction on his datapad, a shadow fell over the temple.
TBC
Well, sorry to cut it short again. I just don't have any time anymore.
Buh-Bye