The world as he knew it was over. Or at least that's what twelve-year
old Obi-Wan Kenobi thought as he sat with his head on his knees on his bed.
He was going to be thirteen in two weeks, and not one master had even
approached him about becoming their Padawan. Obi-Wan was so lost. He didn't
know what to do anymore. He knew that his future was in the Agri-Corps, but
deep down inside he knew that he was meant to be a Jedi. Obi-Wan looked
around his room. Nothing he saw could cheer him up. He glanced over at his
dresser and there lay his lightsaber. In two weeks, he no longer would be
able to hold it. He decided to make the best of it as he grabbed it and
walked to the training room.
Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn walked along the halls of the Jedi Temple. He hadn't been there in four years, ever since Xanatos turned to the Dark Side. He always convinced the council to send him on one mission after another. During his comms to the Temple, his former Master, Yoda always tried to convince to come back and choose another Padawan. But always Qui- Gon refused. After Xanatos had turned, he vowed never to choose another Padawan.
Lost in his own thoughts, Qui-Gon soon found himself inside one of the training rooms. In there was an intinate who looked to be of age of apprenticeship. The boy had ginger hair, and from what Qui-Gon could see, gray-green eyes that pierced the sky whenever they were open. The boy was practicing the first and second katas, but they weren't perfect, far from it. Qui-Gon decided he would give the boy some pointers; after all, he had no intentions of taking an apprentice.
"That's not how to do it, boy." Qui-Gon said startling the boy.
"I know," said the boy, "no one ever showed me how, Master uh...umm..."
"Jinn," replied Qui-Gon. Taking out his lightsaber.
Obi-Wan's eyes widened at that. The best swordsman in the whole order was here in the temple and taking the time to help him, a lonely, failed intinate. Amazing!
"Watch me, Intinate...what did you say your name was?"
Obi-Wan grimaced at that. "Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi."
It was Qui-Gon's turn to smile. He knew the young intinate as a young child, that one little boy was the closest thing he would ever have to a son. Xanatos had a solo year long mission before his trials and that left Qui-Gon alone in the temple. One day he was walking along a hallway and nearly tripped over a two year old intinate that had wandered away from the crèche. That sparked one of the happiest times in Qui-Gon's life. Obi-Wan was always coming to see him. And whenever he was sick, Obi-Wan wanted Qui- Gon to take care of him, not one of the crèche masters. When Xanatos turned, Qui-Gon went to Obi-Wan and told him goodbye, he thought he would never see him again. But that same young man was standing next to him. Why didn't he show any sign of recognition? It frightened Qui-Gon. He gently probed the young man's mind and came across the normal childhood forgotten memory block. Qui-Gon sighed. What was in the past was in the past.
Qui-Gon proceeded to show him how to perform the kata. Next to him, a not so little intinate was smiling widely.
"Now its your turn, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said gently.
Something inside of Qui-Gon was screaming at him that he was doing what he loved the most, teaching. But the thing on top was telling him, no. But, this was the same boy who...no. He would not.
"I...I... have to go Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said quickly and ran from the training room.
Behind him, a young man began to cry...
Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn walked along the halls of the Jedi Temple. He hadn't been there in four years, ever since Xanatos turned to the Dark Side. He always convinced the council to send him on one mission after another. During his comms to the Temple, his former Master, Yoda always tried to convince to come back and choose another Padawan. But always Qui- Gon refused. After Xanatos had turned, he vowed never to choose another Padawan.
Lost in his own thoughts, Qui-Gon soon found himself inside one of the training rooms. In there was an intinate who looked to be of age of apprenticeship. The boy had ginger hair, and from what Qui-Gon could see, gray-green eyes that pierced the sky whenever they were open. The boy was practicing the first and second katas, but they weren't perfect, far from it. Qui-Gon decided he would give the boy some pointers; after all, he had no intentions of taking an apprentice.
"That's not how to do it, boy." Qui-Gon said startling the boy.
"I know," said the boy, "no one ever showed me how, Master uh...umm..."
"Jinn," replied Qui-Gon. Taking out his lightsaber.
Obi-Wan's eyes widened at that. The best swordsman in the whole order was here in the temple and taking the time to help him, a lonely, failed intinate. Amazing!
"Watch me, Intinate...what did you say your name was?"
Obi-Wan grimaced at that. "Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi."
It was Qui-Gon's turn to smile. He knew the young intinate as a young child, that one little boy was the closest thing he would ever have to a son. Xanatos had a solo year long mission before his trials and that left Qui-Gon alone in the temple. One day he was walking along a hallway and nearly tripped over a two year old intinate that had wandered away from the crèche. That sparked one of the happiest times in Qui-Gon's life. Obi-Wan was always coming to see him. And whenever he was sick, Obi-Wan wanted Qui- Gon to take care of him, not one of the crèche masters. When Xanatos turned, Qui-Gon went to Obi-Wan and told him goodbye, he thought he would never see him again. But that same young man was standing next to him. Why didn't he show any sign of recognition? It frightened Qui-Gon. He gently probed the young man's mind and came across the normal childhood forgotten memory block. Qui-Gon sighed. What was in the past was in the past.
Qui-Gon proceeded to show him how to perform the kata. Next to him, a not so little intinate was smiling widely.
"Now its your turn, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said gently.
Something inside of Qui-Gon was screaming at him that he was doing what he loved the most, teaching. But the thing on top was telling him, no. But, this was the same boy who...no. He would not.
"I...I... have to go Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said quickly and ran from the training room.
Behind him, a young man began to cry...