Obi-Wan sighed as he opened his eyes. All night he had been haunted by
nightmares of his Master's expression of shock as the 'sabre cut through
his flesh, the look in his eye as he made his young Padawan promise to
train the boy, Anakin.
Two years. Two years since the Battle of Naboo. Two years since he was made a Jedi Knight.. Two long hard years.
He swung his legs over the side of his bed, and sat with his head in his hands. For some reason, Obi-Wan could tell that this year was going to be harder than all the rest. For the last two years he had hidden his grief and pain from everyone. Even his Apprentice, Anakin.
Obi-Wan stood up, and as he pulled his customary Jedi robes of beige on, he moved to look out the window. He saw Coruscant spreading out below him. The tall buildings spreading out beneath him: out as far as the eye could see and beyond. He thought of the hundreds of people living in the huge, worldwide city. People of all size, shape and colour living their lives.
Few, he thought, have ever felt such loss or grief like mine. For mine is more powerful than anything known.
*****
Anakin looked up as his master walked into the room. His eyes gazed upon his Master's weary face. He had had nightmares again last night. Anakin could hear them through the wall. He knew what day it was, and tried to put on a cheerful face.
"Breakfast, Master?"
"No.. No, thanks. I don't think I could eat breakfast." Obi-Wan attempted a weak smile, but was not successful. He knew that Anakin shared his grief, but it was not as strong as his own.
"Today, Master Yoda asked us to appear before the Council. But we do not have to go till after Noon. I thought that we could work on my light sabre technique. If that was all right with you, Master? Master?"
"What? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Yes, we could work on your 'sabre technique." He thought of his own 'sabre training. How Qui-Gon had been so proud of him when he successfully learned all the new parries, and lunges, and everything else that it was necessary to learn. "Get ready. We'll go in ten minutes."
Obi-Wan walked back into his room, leaving Anakin staring after him. Anakin could tell that this year was going to be harder for his Master. He reached out with his mind, and tried to communicate with his Master through the Force, but his way was blocked. Clearly, Obi-Wan did not want to talk, otherwise his mind-shields would not be so strong.
In his room, Obi-Wan picked up his light sabre, and hung it from its hook on his belt. He then glanced a hologram by his bed of himself with Qui-Gon. The hologram showed of Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon mere months before they were sent to Naboo to negotiate with the Trade Federation. He picked up the hologram, stared at it for a few minutes, and then threw it on the ground, returning to his previous stance by the window...
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Note from the author: Sorry it's so short, but the next chapter will hopefully be longer.
Two years. Two years since the Battle of Naboo. Two years since he was made a Jedi Knight.. Two long hard years.
He swung his legs over the side of his bed, and sat with his head in his hands. For some reason, Obi-Wan could tell that this year was going to be harder than all the rest. For the last two years he had hidden his grief and pain from everyone. Even his Apprentice, Anakin.
Obi-Wan stood up, and as he pulled his customary Jedi robes of beige on, he moved to look out the window. He saw Coruscant spreading out below him. The tall buildings spreading out beneath him: out as far as the eye could see and beyond. He thought of the hundreds of people living in the huge, worldwide city. People of all size, shape and colour living their lives.
Few, he thought, have ever felt such loss or grief like mine. For mine is more powerful than anything known.
*****
Anakin looked up as his master walked into the room. His eyes gazed upon his Master's weary face. He had had nightmares again last night. Anakin could hear them through the wall. He knew what day it was, and tried to put on a cheerful face.
"Breakfast, Master?"
"No.. No, thanks. I don't think I could eat breakfast." Obi-Wan attempted a weak smile, but was not successful. He knew that Anakin shared his grief, but it was not as strong as his own.
"Today, Master Yoda asked us to appear before the Council. But we do not have to go till after Noon. I thought that we could work on my light sabre technique. If that was all right with you, Master? Master?"
"What? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Yes, we could work on your 'sabre technique." He thought of his own 'sabre training. How Qui-Gon had been so proud of him when he successfully learned all the new parries, and lunges, and everything else that it was necessary to learn. "Get ready. We'll go in ten minutes."
Obi-Wan walked back into his room, leaving Anakin staring after him. Anakin could tell that this year was going to be harder for his Master. He reached out with his mind, and tried to communicate with his Master through the Force, but his way was blocked. Clearly, Obi-Wan did not want to talk, otherwise his mind-shields would not be so strong.
In his room, Obi-Wan picked up his light sabre, and hung it from its hook on his belt. He then glanced a hologram by his bed of himself with Qui-Gon. The hologram showed of Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon mere months before they were sent to Naboo to negotiate with the Trade Federation. He picked up the hologram, stared at it for a few minutes, and then threw it on the ground, returning to his previous stance by the window...
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Note from the author: Sorry it's so short, but the next chapter will hopefully be longer.