This is yet another short "story" involving Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi in Star Wars: Episode 1—The Phantom Menace.
Just like my first short "story," Path to Redemption, this is also another first-person perspective of Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi. This is his thoughts of when his master is dying in his arms…until he gives his last breath.
Also, if any of you have the time, please read "A new Beginning" which takes place immediatly after ROTS. Spoiler alert on that one. But please, read!
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Star Wars or anything affiliated. George Lucas is, and he should be proud of it!
Naboo
Qui-Gon's eyes grew distant…
I knew he wasn't looking at me---or rather looking through me. He gave his last breath, and thus his body went still.
His eyes closed and his body sagged against mine.
My heart shattered.
My throat tightened.
I lost him.
I held him close, cradling his head in my arms. I was too late---I was too late!
My emotions got the better of me. I didn't want my master to see me like this before he passed; to watch me give in to my emotions. He believed so deeply in the young boy that he could not clearly see the Padawan that was holding him---QUI-GON!
I sat there, in that large circular chamber…so much like the Council Chamber. I had never felt so jealous of the boy when Qui-Gon offered to train him…and feel my heart burn when I felt the pleasure radiate off of him.
I shed my tears in silence. With false hope I willed for my tears to bring my mentor back from eternity.
…foolish thoughts…
I rested my forehead against his, and in doing so, a new wave of grief swept over me.
Damn that Sith!
Damn the very ground he and his better tread on! I have lost the one person I love more then life itself.
And now he is gone…
Qui-Gon's skin is damp with sweat and almost cold from the shock of being impaled with our enemy's saber. I prayed to never receive the same fate.
I begin to rock back and forth, silently apologizing to Qui-Gon that I could not save him. Instead I merely held on to his dying body and listened in agony as I promised him his last request; to train young Anakin Skywalker in the ways of the Order.
As my Padawan.
My apprentice.
My responsibility.
Qui-Gon believed in the prophecy of the one Jedi who would one day bring balance to the Force. He believed Anakin was the One.
…is he wrong? Was I wrong to quickly consent that I would take him on as my Padawan?
…I don't know.
I would do anything for Qui-Gon, but I don't know.
Slowly my grief subsides. The only sounds replacing my soft sobs are that of the humming barriers. It is time for me to leave this chamber of burden.
Don't worry master. I will take care of Anakin and train him in the ways of the jedi.
Don't worry about me, I will be all right.
Watch over me.