Chapter 8 - Visions of the Master
AN: Alright! I got time during lunch and Algebra II to write up the eighth chapter. I hope you enjoy, especially Gaid Callai!
Anakin and Obi-Wan were led by two women guards into a dimly lit chamber made of straw grass. All along the edges of the room were candles and various surfaces at various heights, giving the appearance of floating in midair.
In the center of the wide room, Master Gaid Callai sat, legs crossed on a soft but solid cushion.
Anakin and Obi-Wan would have proceeded further, but they were put off by the Master's open and pure white eyes.
"You may sit. He will be with you momentarily," one of the guards said, contempt coming through even in her think Basic accent.
"Thank you for your service," Obi-Wan said, hoping to lift the dislike between them, bowing deep in a universal sign of resignation.
The warriors turned and left, a little confused at his sign of inferiority.
The two sat down on two cushions adjacent to Gaid Callai's, still a little uncomfortable with his eyes. Moments later his eyes returned to their pale, misty blue.
His face was worn with age, wrinkles marking his eyes and mouth most dramatically. His pure white hair was cut short to his scalp, Obi-Wan musing that he had the appearance of never getting past the Padawan stage in training, only the braid was missing. His mouth was in a permanent thoughtful frown. His robes were traditional, closely resembling Master Windu's robes.
"Greetings Obi-Wan and young Skywalker. You have searched and risked all, and you have succeeded in the end. Congratulations on all of your accomplishments," Gaid Callai said in an aged and wise voice.
"Thank you, Master," Obi-Wan said, bowing his head. "Without my Padawan, we wouldn't have come so far," Obi-Wan glanced at Anakin's proud face.
"I knew the Council would send someone to come and retrieve me. I am proud they sent two great Jedi." Callai paused and breathed deep. "However, I wish to remain here."
"Why, Master?" Anakin inquired.
"I.am dying."
"How long have you known?" Obi-Wan asked, sharing shock with his Padawan.
"Since I left the Order seven months ago. I have stayed in remote locations where I could pass in peace, but you have made it hard," he chuckled. His face seemed to appear more sullen as he talked about the subject.
"Obi-Wan watched the man, thinking hard. Finally, he came to a decision. "We will not disrespect the wishes of a Master."
Anakin didn't fight this, but then again he almost never agreed with the Council's wishes.
"Enough about that subject, do you have any questions?"
Anakin spoke up. "How will the war turn out?"
Obi-Wan was shocked. It was against the Code to ask about the future. If a Prophet deemed it an important matter to discuss, he would discuss it. "Padawan! You know that such questions are against the Code!"
"It's alright. My answer will aid you in no way. The future of the war is uncertain. However, I have seen that you two, as well as the ones around you, will change in profound ways. Stay together. That is key," Callai spoke seriously.
"Master, why do you say this?" Anakin asked, this time Obi-Wan keeping quiet.
"I cannot say. That answer may affect the outcome of much."
Obi-Wan felt Anakin's surge of annoyance, but he also felt Anakin's understanding.
"Please, Master, answer one more question. How is Senator Padmé Amidala?" Anakin asked this time, an air of concern surrounding the question.
"She is fine. She is emotionally hurt, but there is no physical pain. She yearns to see someone. I cannot pinpoint it, however." Callai traveled off.
"Thank you."
Obi-Wan looked at his Padawan. He knew that there were feelings between the Senator and his Padawan, but had they gone further? Had Anakin broken the Code he vowed never too?
"Master Callai, may we return later this evening?" Obi-Wan questioned.
"Yes, of course. I will be here. You are free to come as you please. The guards will allow you to come in when I speak to them."
Obi-Wan and Anakin stood up, helping the Master up as well. Obi-Wan shook his hand, then bowed with his Padawan, starting to exit. Master Callai grasped Obi-Wan's arm as he turned, his grip oddly strong.
"Please stay a moment."
"Of course. Anakin, go on ahead. I will be out in a moment."
Anakin nodded and left, Obi-Wan turning around to look at the Master, his eyes now bright and fierce, almost the opaque white they were when Obi- Wan and Anakin had walked in.
"You must be careful. Your Padawan walked a thin line between light and dark. His powers are extraordinary and will only continue to grow. You and the Senator are the only ones who can help him. Watch him. Guide him. You must. It is imperative. I cannot stress this enough."
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan nodded in serious understanding.
Having said what he wanted to, Callai's eyes lost its fierceness and returned to its misty appearance.
AN: Alright! I got time during lunch and Algebra II to write up the eighth chapter. I hope you enjoy, especially Gaid Callai!
Anakin and Obi-Wan were led by two women guards into a dimly lit chamber made of straw grass. All along the edges of the room were candles and various surfaces at various heights, giving the appearance of floating in midair.
In the center of the wide room, Master Gaid Callai sat, legs crossed on a soft but solid cushion.
Anakin and Obi-Wan would have proceeded further, but they were put off by the Master's open and pure white eyes.
"You may sit. He will be with you momentarily," one of the guards said, contempt coming through even in her think Basic accent.
"Thank you for your service," Obi-Wan said, hoping to lift the dislike between them, bowing deep in a universal sign of resignation.
The warriors turned and left, a little confused at his sign of inferiority.
The two sat down on two cushions adjacent to Gaid Callai's, still a little uncomfortable with his eyes. Moments later his eyes returned to their pale, misty blue.
His face was worn with age, wrinkles marking his eyes and mouth most dramatically. His pure white hair was cut short to his scalp, Obi-Wan musing that he had the appearance of never getting past the Padawan stage in training, only the braid was missing. His mouth was in a permanent thoughtful frown. His robes were traditional, closely resembling Master Windu's robes.
"Greetings Obi-Wan and young Skywalker. You have searched and risked all, and you have succeeded in the end. Congratulations on all of your accomplishments," Gaid Callai said in an aged and wise voice.
"Thank you, Master," Obi-Wan said, bowing his head. "Without my Padawan, we wouldn't have come so far," Obi-Wan glanced at Anakin's proud face.
"I knew the Council would send someone to come and retrieve me. I am proud they sent two great Jedi." Callai paused and breathed deep. "However, I wish to remain here."
"Why, Master?" Anakin inquired.
"I.am dying."
"How long have you known?" Obi-Wan asked, sharing shock with his Padawan.
"Since I left the Order seven months ago. I have stayed in remote locations where I could pass in peace, but you have made it hard," he chuckled. His face seemed to appear more sullen as he talked about the subject.
"Obi-Wan watched the man, thinking hard. Finally, he came to a decision. "We will not disrespect the wishes of a Master."
Anakin didn't fight this, but then again he almost never agreed with the Council's wishes.
"Enough about that subject, do you have any questions?"
Anakin spoke up. "How will the war turn out?"
Obi-Wan was shocked. It was against the Code to ask about the future. If a Prophet deemed it an important matter to discuss, he would discuss it. "Padawan! You know that such questions are against the Code!"
"It's alright. My answer will aid you in no way. The future of the war is uncertain. However, I have seen that you two, as well as the ones around you, will change in profound ways. Stay together. That is key," Callai spoke seriously.
"Master, why do you say this?" Anakin asked, this time Obi-Wan keeping quiet.
"I cannot say. That answer may affect the outcome of much."
Obi-Wan felt Anakin's surge of annoyance, but he also felt Anakin's understanding.
"Please, Master, answer one more question. How is Senator Padmé Amidala?" Anakin asked this time, an air of concern surrounding the question.
"She is fine. She is emotionally hurt, but there is no physical pain. She yearns to see someone. I cannot pinpoint it, however." Callai traveled off.
"Thank you."
Obi-Wan looked at his Padawan. He knew that there were feelings between the Senator and his Padawan, but had they gone further? Had Anakin broken the Code he vowed never too?
"Master Callai, may we return later this evening?" Obi-Wan questioned.
"Yes, of course. I will be here. You are free to come as you please. The guards will allow you to come in when I speak to them."
Obi-Wan and Anakin stood up, helping the Master up as well. Obi-Wan shook his hand, then bowed with his Padawan, starting to exit. Master Callai grasped Obi-Wan's arm as he turned, his grip oddly strong.
"Please stay a moment."
"Of course. Anakin, go on ahead. I will be out in a moment."
Anakin nodded and left, Obi-Wan turning around to look at the Master, his eyes now bright and fierce, almost the opaque white they were when Obi- Wan and Anakin had walked in.
"You must be careful. Your Padawan walked a thin line between light and dark. His powers are extraordinary and will only continue to grow. You and the Senator are the only ones who can help him. Watch him. Guide him. You must. It is imperative. I cannot stress this enough."
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan nodded in serious understanding.
Having said what he wanted to, Callai's eyes lost its fierceness and returned to its misty appearance.