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Consciousness is returning to me, and with it, a type of numbed pain. I am looking around, trying to find what has disturbed me. I feel so tired and my memory is starting to revive itself. I can remember hearing what the doctor had said, that my Master had attacked me. But I can't, no, I won't believe it! My Master would not hurt me! I know he wouldn't!
"Let me see my Padawan!" I can hear a voice roaring from the hall, and I know it's my Master.
Something inside me fears him, but I do not know why. He couldn't have harmed me, he loves me like his son, he told me so, and I have felt him. He is the only Father I have known. He wouldn't hurt me. So I am trying to shove that fear away.
I can see him in the hall, struggling against two temple guards.
"Let him in!" I try to yell, but it's coming out more like a garbled message.
But they seemed to have gotten the meaning for they let my Master approach. He comes to my bedside and takes my beaten hand in his own.
"Dear, Obi-wan. I am so sorry I did this to you," he whispers.
I search his sapphire blue eyes for a lie. No, no, he couldn't have!
"I knew my anger would be the death of me. But I didn't believe I would hurt you. I only hope you can forgive me," he continues.
No! No! Don't say it! Don't confess, Master, say you didn't do it! Please!
"I am sorry I hurt you so badly, dear Obi-wan. I am relinquishing my duties reluctantly by the Council's demands. I only hope another will take you," he finishes.
My heart breaks. NO! Master, you can't do this to me! You just lost control for a moment, we can fix it! Please, we have been Master and Padawan, Father and Son, for too long, don't leave me! Tears are streaming down my face, and I try to protest, but the words won't come from my mouth.
He seems to understand anyway and smiles sadly.
"It's too late to try, Padawan. This is for the best," he whispers.
Suddenly I feel a tearing in my mind. I grasp hold of the bond that he is trying to dissolve, trying to protect it. But he wins in the end, and the bond dissolves from my grasp. No!
"I am sorry, Obi-wan. This had to be," he says softly, touching my check gently for a moment, and then turning to leave.
I suddenly see a flash; I think you could call it a vision, of him standing before me, clothed in black, his black hair flying in the wind and his hand reaching out to me.
I then snap back to the present in time to see him leave and my heart shatters within me, and my tears fall like rain upon a broken land. I am now truly alone.
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I want to die! My Master has done away with me, and I am worthless! I could have forgiven him, if he would have taken me back. I can still forgive, if only he would come back. But he won't, I know he won't. It's all my fault.
I close my eyes in sorrow, for it is too much. The sadness and loneliness is threatening to drown my soul.
"Kenobi?" a male voice asks as I hear someone enter the room.
I nod, not caring who it is.
"Would you please open your eyes and look at me?" the voice asks, a little strictly.
I sigh, and open my eyes. I do not know him, but he seems to know me. He is almost as tall as my Master, (Oh, Master!), has midnight blue eyes, and long brown hair with a neat brown beard. He looks intimidating, except for that slightly gentle look in his dark eyes.
"Who are you?" I manage to push out of my sore throat.
"That is not to be known now. I am here to help you, and in turn, you will be helping me," he says.
"Why help me? I am worthless," I mummer.
"No life is worthless, young Kenobi. Now, I am here to help you because the Council ordered it, so that we may fix our separate problems. I suggest you be well rested when I return tomorrow," he says, and leaves.
I have a bad feeling about this.....
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Consciousness is returning to me, and with it, a type of numbed pain. I am looking around, trying to find what has disturbed me. I feel so tired and my memory is starting to revive itself. I can remember hearing what the doctor had said, that my Master had attacked me. But I can't, no, I won't believe it! My Master would not hurt me! I know he wouldn't!
"Let me see my Padawan!" I can hear a voice roaring from the hall, and I know it's my Master.
Something inside me fears him, but I do not know why. He couldn't have harmed me, he loves me like his son, he told me so, and I have felt him. He is the only Father I have known. He wouldn't hurt me. So I am trying to shove that fear away.
I can see him in the hall, struggling against two temple guards.
"Let him in!" I try to yell, but it's coming out more like a garbled message.
But they seemed to have gotten the meaning for they let my Master approach. He comes to my bedside and takes my beaten hand in his own.
"Dear, Obi-wan. I am so sorry I did this to you," he whispers.
I search his sapphire blue eyes for a lie. No, no, he couldn't have!
"I knew my anger would be the death of me. But I didn't believe I would hurt you. I only hope you can forgive me," he continues.
No! No! Don't say it! Don't confess, Master, say you didn't do it! Please!
"I am sorry I hurt you so badly, dear Obi-wan. I am relinquishing my duties reluctantly by the Council's demands. I only hope another will take you," he finishes.
My heart breaks. NO! Master, you can't do this to me! You just lost control for a moment, we can fix it! Please, we have been Master and Padawan, Father and Son, for too long, don't leave me! Tears are streaming down my face, and I try to protest, but the words won't come from my mouth.
He seems to understand anyway and smiles sadly.
"It's too late to try, Padawan. This is for the best," he whispers.
Suddenly I feel a tearing in my mind. I grasp hold of the bond that he is trying to dissolve, trying to protect it. But he wins in the end, and the bond dissolves from my grasp. No!
"I am sorry, Obi-wan. This had to be," he says softly, touching my check gently for a moment, and then turning to leave.
I suddenly see a flash; I think you could call it a vision, of him standing before me, clothed in black, his black hair flying in the wind and his hand reaching out to me.
I then snap back to the present in time to see him leave and my heart shatters within me, and my tears fall like rain upon a broken land. I am now truly alone.
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I want to die! My Master has done away with me, and I am worthless! I could have forgiven him, if he would have taken me back. I can still forgive, if only he would come back. But he won't, I know he won't. It's all my fault.
I close my eyes in sorrow, for it is too much. The sadness and loneliness is threatening to drown my soul.
"Kenobi?" a male voice asks as I hear someone enter the room.
I nod, not caring who it is.
"Would you please open your eyes and look at me?" the voice asks, a little strictly.
I sigh, and open my eyes. I do not know him, but he seems to know me. He is almost as tall as my Master, (Oh, Master!), has midnight blue eyes, and long brown hair with a neat brown beard. He looks intimidating, except for that slightly gentle look in his dark eyes.
"Who are you?" I manage to push out of my sore throat.
"That is not to be known now. I am here to help you, and in turn, you will be helping me," he says.
"Why help me? I am worthless," I mummer.
"No life is worthless, young Kenobi. Now, I am here to help you because the Council ordered it, so that we may fix our separate problems. I suggest you be well rested when I return tomorrow," he says, and leaves.
I have a bad feeling about this.....