Chapter 17
Adi and Yoda had reached the wall that was keeping young Obi-Wan, Ben?, in. They began to hack away at the wall with Force pushing.
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Obi-Wan Kenobi jumped. He thought he heard a noise. He looked around. There was nothing around him. His thoughts once again strayed toward the mirror. The mirror began to shimmer. It shimmered into a video of two people fighting with lightsabers. One, dressed like a very wet Prince held a blue lightsaber. The other one dressed in black, was wielding a double bladed ruby red lightsaber. A Sith! Obi-Wan quickly realized. He looked more carefully at the man in the prince's outfit. There was no mistaken the height, build, and hair color. And when the battle turned so that the Prince was facing the mirror, he confirmed it. His father.
"Mast." No that wasn't right. He wasn't a Padawan anymore.
"Qui." That wasn't right either. One doesn't call their parent by their first name.
Obi-Wan looked deep within himself. There was only one name that struck a cord at this moment. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddddd!"
Yoda and Adi looked at each other. They heard the bone chilling cry, and were puzzled by it. The walls began to crumble. They looked at each other and screamed, as they were thrown out of Ben's mind.
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Obi-Wan's eyes shot open as conscious greeted him. His eyes immediately closed at the bright light. He moaned as he tried to move but couldn't as someone was holding him.
"Don't try to move, Ben," a woman's voice told him, and who was obviously holding him.
He was finally able to open his eyes. He turned his head slightly and saw the battle still continuing. He turned his turned his head towards where he thought the two Council members were. He was right. They were both unconscious for some reason. He shivered. He was still wet. And to add to the list, he was wet, cold, miserable, and had the worst headache ever. He tried calling out to his father. He opened his mouth and a finger came onto of it startling him. He followed the finger to its owner and saw that it belonged to the Queen, Qui-Gon's mother, his grandmother. He stayed conscious for another few seconds as his headache got the worst of him.
Adi and Yoda had reached the wall that was keeping young Obi-Wan, Ben?, in. They began to hack away at the wall with Force pushing.
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Obi-Wan Kenobi jumped. He thought he heard a noise. He looked around. There was nothing around him. His thoughts once again strayed toward the mirror. The mirror began to shimmer. It shimmered into a video of two people fighting with lightsabers. One, dressed like a very wet Prince held a blue lightsaber. The other one dressed in black, was wielding a double bladed ruby red lightsaber. A Sith! Obi-Wan quickly realized. He looked more carefully at the man in the prince's outfit. There was no mistaken the height, build, and hair color. And when the battle turned so that the Prince was facing the mirror, he confirmed it. His father.
"Mast." No that wasn't right. He wasn't a Padawan anymore.
"Qui." That wasn't right either. One doesn't call their parent by their first name.
Obi-Wan looked deep within himself. There was only one name that struck a cord at this moment. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddddd!"
Yoda and Adi looked at each other. They heard the bone chilling cry, and were puzzled by it. The walls began to crumble. They looked at each other and screamed, as they were thrown out of Ben's mind.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Obi-Wan's eyes shot open as conscious greeted him. His eyes immediately closed at the bright light. He moaned as he tried to move but couldn't as someone was holding him.
"Don't try to move, Ben," a woman's voice told him, and who was obviously holding him.
He was finally able to open his eyes. He turned his head slightly and saw the battle still continuing. He turned his turned his head towards where he thought the two Council members were. He was right. They were both unconscious for some reason. He shivered. He was still wet. And to add to the list, he was wet, cold, miserable, and had the worst headache ever. He tried calling out to his father. He opened his mouth and a finger came onto of it startling him. He followed the finger to its owner and saw that it belonged to the Queen, Qui-Gon's mother, his grandmother. He stayed conscious for another few seconds as his headache got the worst of him.