Anakin stood on the spot, frozen. He stared at the door, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. It opened, very quickly, and a disgruntled Padmé walked out. She stopped, seeing Anakin, and her mouth opened as if she was going to say something. Not a sound escaped her lips.
"What do you know, Padmé?" Anakin asked quietly after a pause.
"Anakin, you should not be out of bed." Padmé insisted.
"Jedi healing powers. I'm fine. What do you know, Padmé?" Anakin questioned.
Padmé sighed, words failing her. She just shook her head at Anakin. There was uncomfortable silence between them.
"You should go back to your room. I have duties to attend to." Padmé reminded, and walked hurriedly off.
Anakin watched her rush down the hall. He couldn't help but wonder where she was going. However years of careful Jedi training prevented his curiously from becoming an action. Instead he reluctantly turned his attention to the room Padmé had come out of.
He stepped through the doors into a large circular room. It was a magnificent room, the floor a glittering white marble, and the walls a creamy stone. The ceiling was far above Anakin, and the entire room was decorated in magenta, violet and green flowers. Sculptures lay within the stone of the walls, past rulers of the Naboo gathering together in that one room. Windows, large and rounded, let a golden light filter into the space. There was only one set of doors into the room; the ones Anakin had come in through.
Anakin looked around in awe, and suddenly something struck him. Something was wrong. It was as if something was missing. Something important, that he knew should have been there. And then it hit him.
The room was empty. Not another living being could be found inside it's walls. Obi-Wan had been in there. He should have still been. The only way that he could have gotten out would have been to pass Anakin, and he hadn't seen his master. He looked around once more. There was no one.
Someone stood in the shadows, watching the ignorant Padawan. He hadn't even attempted to use the Force to pick up any cloaking spells. Hadn't that idiot taught him anything? Not that the boy would have been able to pick up the spell. The one surrounding them was far too powerful, and full of the dark side. The Padawan would never pick it up.
They watched as the sandy haired teenager looked around, and walked out of the room. They laughed, dispensing of the shield. They too left the room, whistling cheerfully as they walked down the long corridors to their rooms. They were proud of what they had accomplished; being able to take over Kenobi like that, and living right under the Queen's nose. The thrill of being found out, and the pride of not having been, were excellent. They surpassed all feelings they had ever felt before. And they knew - somehow they just knew, that is would all work out. There was no way their plans could fail. And so, they were satisfied.
"What do you know, Padmé?" Anakin asked quietly after a pause.
"Anakin, you should not be out of bed." Padmé insisted.
"Jedi healing powers. I'm fine. What do you know, Padmé?" Anakin questioned.
Padmé sighed, words failing her. She just shook her head at Anakin. There was uncomfortable silence between them.
"You should go back to your room. I have duties to attend to." Padmé reminded, and walked hurriedly off.
Anakin watched her rush down the hall. He couldn't help but wonder where she was going. However years of careful Jedi training prevented his curiously from becoming an action. Instead he reluctantly turned his attention to the room Padmé had come out of.
He stepped through the doors into a large circular room. It was a magnificent room, the floor a glittering white marble, and the walls a creamy stone. The ceiling was far above Anakin, and the entire room was decorated in magenta, violet and green flowers. Sculptures lay within the stone of the walls, past rulers of the Naboo gathering together in that one room. Windows, large and rounded, let a golden light filter into the space. There was only one set of doors into the room; the ones Anakin had come in through.
Anakin looked around in awe, and suddenly something struck him. Something was wrong. It was as if something was missing. Something important, that he knew should have been there. And then it hit him.
The room was empty. Not another living being could be found inside it's walls. Obi-Wan had been in there. He should have still been. The only way that he could have gotten out would have been to pass Anakin, and he hadn't seen his master. He looked around once more. There was no one.
Someone stood in the shadows, watching the ignorant Padawan. He hadn't even attempted to use the Force to pick up any cloaking spells. Hadn't that idiot taught him anything? Not that the boy would have been able to pick up the spell. The one surrounding them was far too powerful, and full of the dark side. The Padawan would never pick it up.
They watched as the sandy haired teenager looked around, and walked out of the room. They laughed, dispensing of the shield. They too left the room, whistling cheerfully as they walked down the long corridors to their rooms. They were proud of what they had accomplished; being able to take over Kenobi like that, and living right under the Queen's nose. The thrill of being found out, and the pride of not having been, were excellent. They surpassed all feelings they had ever felt before. And they knew - somehow they just knew, that is would all work out. There was no way their plans could fail. And so, they were satisfied.