Notes: Wohoo! I'm bringing this fic back from the dead! So enjoy this newest chappy on Obi-Wan Kenobi, the greatest – in my opinion at least – of the Jedi Knights… I'll leave it up to you to guess when this takes place.
What am I going to do with you, my child? Out of all of those still living, yours is the most important destiny. What you do decides the fate of galaxies, and yet you continue to float along in this stream of life, doing as you've always done: surviving. You're a survivor, aren't you? You've died enough times for a hundred men, but your life-force still seeps through your veins, and your noble heart still beats fiercely within your chest.
From the moment you were born you were destined to do wonderful things. Do you remember that stone, the one that held Me within its dark shell? At that time you weren't old enough to fully understand what happened that day. But your faith stirred Me to life, and when I had seen your love for Me, I saved your mind. Yes, child. The faithless would have lost themselves in your position. And this was your first wonder: your trust in Me. This trust is not the same as blind obedience, though. You fight the injustices of your life daily. You refuse to follow orders when they contradict the destiny you've conjured for yourself. You cling to your hopes and dreams, believing that someday they'll all be fulfilled… and you base that on your faith in Me.
And faith will save you now. You've been tossed, flailing, into the open pit, and it is up to you to catch hold of the wall and save yourself. I feel the anger stirring within your heart! Do not give in to it. Remember your dreams, and remember what you were taught. If you turn to Me in anger, you can never go back. Rein it in! Keep that temper in check! You're bold, my child, and strong and fierce and wild as a thunderstorm, but do not let your anger turn you to senseless destruction.
Ahhh, but I see ambition as well. It is the curse of the young. In time – assuming you have time after this choice – you will drop that ambition and fight only for the destiny within reach. It will be a terrible loss, but if you make that decision, it will benefit the billions relying on you. Don't let your ambition trick you into accepting this false power held out by My Dark side. Patience, child! You were never good with patience. If you accept that hate now, if you give in to the bloodlust singing in your veins, you will claim a swift victory over today's enemies. But what of tomorrow? You'll burn out quicker than a bit of paper on a bonfire, and in the end you'll have only this tiny half-victory. And you'll die in agony, crying to Me to release you from the bonds of hate. And I will be unable to do it. Once you turn down that path, I must speak to you in a new voice. Patience! Wait, gather your strength, hold on to your life! In the end, if you show me your faith, I will not let you fall.
Your heart is in pain. I can feel it throbbing as if it were my own, as if I had a mortal body with the same nerves as yours. I can feel the unshed tears welling in your eyes, tears for the man lying on the durasteel beside you, tears for the helplessness you feel. Don't give up hope. If your mentor could give you one last piece of advice, it would be this: never give up on your hope. Ignore for a moment the pain of the wounds on your soul and your skin. Ignore the taunting of the red-faced monster above you. Ignore all else but Me flowing within you, without you, beyond you, through you. Feel My presence in your arms, your feet, your hands. Feel it sooth you. Feel it lift you up. You are mine, and I love you. Do not fail me. Do not forget me. You have a job to do, my child. Will you continue to drift in this stream of life, or will you make the choice to take your destiny? Whichever you choose, there will be no going back. Paths will open before you in time, but all depends on this moment.
Do not kill in hatred…
Don't give in to hate…
That path leads to My Dark Side…