Allura felt the storm approach. Her meditation had created a Force barrier around herself. The storm was passing over her and she only felt the wind. This was, in her eyes, a test, a way to prove to Obi-Wan that she was capable. And, he was very impressed,
The storm had nearly passed when Allura found herself in a deep meditative state. She was very calm and at peace. Her sense began to tingle, she felt something. She felt as if her former Master was standing right behind her. This startled her. She jumped up and spun around thinking her former Master would be there, but to her dismay he wasn't. Her concentration was now broken, and so was the Force barrier she had created for herself, but the storm was still pressing on. The wind blew sand and small pebbles into the back of her neck, she could feel them tare her flesh.
Obi-Wan saw this from his window. He ran out to help the young girl. The storm at this time was now subsiding, and the sand hitting his face was more of an annoyance than anything else. He slide into the sand and grabbed Allura. She had her hand on her neck, and when she pulled it away, blood was present. Obi-Wan helped her up and brought her into the house.
"They can be rough," Obi-Wan said.
"I had it under control, then, something happened," she replied.
"I must say, I was most impressed with your performance out there. It's very rare for a young Padawan to be able to harness the Force that way. I have seen many Jedi Masters unable to use the Force that way. And, a Padawan that has been away from any kind of formal training for five years, you have definitely gotten my attention. You really must be something special." Obi-Wan brought her tunic down to her shoulder blades to get a better look at her neck. "I will clean this off for you."
"Thank you, Master Kenobi," she replied. "My Master told me I had a fairly high midi-chlorain count. My adaptation for the Force is fairly high."
"I sense that," Obi-Wan said. "This might sting a bit." Obi-Wan placed a warm rag on her neck.
"I felt the presence of my Master," she said.
"You did?"
"Yes, I felt him with me, it was as if was right behind me. It startled me, that's what caused me to break my concentration."
"Well, it got you here, didn't it?"
Obi-Wan hadn't asked the Padawan who her former Master had been. Losing one's Master is a very emotional subject, he should know, he had lost his. He saw his Master die, and he still carries the scars, he always will. The role of Master, in his experiences, have always been more than just a teacher, they were mentors, father figures.
"There, good as new," Obi-Wan told her. He paused for a moment. "Maybe your Master was right, you might be here to do good."
"I know I am Master Kenobi," she said.
"Yes, I sense that in you. But, maybe I could train you. Perhaps we can make this a trial run. I can't promise it will work out, or continue, but we can try."
Allura didn't jump for joy.
"Why now have you changed your mind? My faltering with the sandstorm could not have changed your mind."
"Not entirely," he replied. "I sense the Force is strong in you. I feel a bit at ease. You are young. Perhaps in your training you will lean something completely new, in fact, I am sure of it. But, you must understand this, there are too few of us left. No enough to rebuild the Order and the Council. There's a death sentence upon all Jedi. I cannot make you a Jedi Knight, I cannot make you anything. There is no trial for you. You must understand that all I can do is pass on what I know, teach you what I have been taught and what I have learned over these long years. You are very aware of your purpose, I can only guide you."
"That is all I ask, Master Kenobi. I want you to pass your knowledge to me, and I want to learn more. I know that there is nothing left for us, no where to go. I don't want to continue my training so I can have a title, I want to continue so I can pass on what I know. Becoming and Jedi was never about being able to tell everyone that you are a Jedi, but to help, take what you have learned and use it for good. My Master spoke highly of you, as did Master Yoda," she said. "Master Kenobi, you have nothing to fear."
Obi-Wan nodded. The perfect answer, the perfect response. She would become a great Jedi. But, Obi-Wan thought about the last words, nothing to fear, he had everything to fear. His former apprentice was now ruling the galaxy, the Sith were in power, and nearly all the Jedi had died; and the two Masters who had survived were in hiding, unable to surface or death would quickly find them. Obi-Wan was afraid that another Sith was standing before him, all she had to do was pass through his training, and she would realize that. There was plenty to fear.
Maybe this Padawan was right, maybe she could help him. Perhaps some good would come out of this. But, Obi-Wan wasn't sure he could be helped. His fears had run core deep. He had drifted to a place even he did not know. He felt beyond help, beyond saving. He had turned down a path that he couldn't come back from. He hadn't fallen to the Dark Side, of course not, but he was somewhere else, someplace he didn't know. Master Yoda would be most displeased, but Master Yoda sent her. He had to have known something.
But, what did Master Yoda know? Maybe Obi-Wan's former master, Qui-Gon Jinn, was right. Perhaps the Code he had tried so hard to uphold was faulted. Obi-Wan was now very sure of that. He saw first hand what the Code had done to someone. Do not love, do not hate, do not feel. Feelings betray you, could your mind and your judgment. But, to hold them in? That was far worse. Anakin and felt so much, and wasn't aloud to. Being torn with what you feel, and what you are supposed to feel, nothing. That is what added to Anakin's fall. If only Obi-Wan could have seen it. If he saw Anakin's suffering, he would be able to help him, and Darth Vader would not exist.
Obi-Wan couldn't dwell on that, not now. He knew the Force had brought this girl to him. He tried to fight her presence, but she was persistent. Obi-Wan couldn't deny the sense of peace this girl had brought with her. Despite everything that had happened so far, Obi-Wan still felt at ease.
"It's too late for training now," Obi-Wan told the girl. "We will start early tomorrow. Follow me to where you will stay."
Obi-Wan led the girl to a very cluttered back room.
"I know it's not much," he said. "But it's all I have."
"It's fine. I can clean," Allura replied.
The room was full of clutter. Allura came with nothing, so it wouldn't be hard for her to find room. She know that whatever this junk was, it had to have some importance to Obi-Wan, or else why would it be here? Unless he just couldn't throw anything away. She knew most of it had to stay, but a little cleaning wouldn't hurt.
Allura soon realized that some of this junk was Obi-Wan's past. There were many lightsaber parts and crystals. She noticed, in a far corner, a wooden box. She was drawn to her, by the Force. It wasn't locked, so she opened it. Inside was a lightsaber, full and in one piece. Her next question was, did it work. She took the lightsaber out of it's case and clicked it on. A glowing blue blade shot out and the weapon hummed softly, it was perfect. She stared at it, studied it. She clicked it off to study the hilt more closely. She had seen it before, pictures of many Jedi were in the Temple on Coruscant. This was the lightsaber of Anakin Skywalker, the former apprentice of Obi-Wan Kenobi, and now Darth Vader.
The weapon sent a chill through her. She knew how Obi-Wan now felt about Anakin, but she also knew how he had felt about him. She knew Obi-Wan, in a way, still loved Anakin, and that will never die. She placed the open box on a shelf in the room. It deserved the honor, and the memory.
Beside the box carrying Anakin's lightsaber was another, much smaller. This, however was metal, and it was locked. Whatever was inside it was very dear to Obi-Wan. But, it was thrown about with useless junk. Perhaps he had forgotten it was there, or wanted to forget. Allura believed that what was inside should not be lost. For the past five years she had to survive on her own, she learned a few tricks. She picked the lock. Inside the metal box was another box, a wooden one similar to the one that held Anakin's lightsaber. When she opened the wooden box there was a green crystal inside. A green crystal? Even though she didn't know the meaning behind it, she placed it beside Anakin's lightsaber, it had to have some meaning if it had been locked away.
Everything else was mostly junk, with a few pieces of history. What wasn't useful, she placed in a pile outside the back door. She now had a room. There were several blankets and old rags that she gathered up to make a bed. She laid in it and soon fell asleep.