Tossing and turning in his bed, the young padawan moaned. Beads of sweat slid down his face and on to the sheets; though it was mostly tears which soaked his pillows. Most nights he could not sleep but when he did these 'dreams' would haunt him. Finally he shot up and panted. His fingers gripped the white sheets while he tried to calm himself.

He was about to climb out of bed when his door slid open. The tall and graceful figure of a matured QuiGon entered the room. He was dressed in his normal attire; tunic, boots, and leggings. His face was distraught as he gazed down at his padawan. "It seems you toss and turn every night."

In a way Obi-Wan was glad that he had woken up, but in the back of his mind he wished he had seen more of the dream. Every night it was never the same, like a movie. Obi-Wan shook his head. "It's just a faze. Everyone gets weird dreams at times… yet."

The master sat down at the side of the bed. "Yet?"

"It does not matter, Master."

With a small pat on the back, QuiGon smiled and rose to his feet. He could do nothing more then offer the boy someone to talk to. "Bant is waiting down in the training area."

A groan came from Obi-Wan but it was soon replaced with a smile. He was tired yet; maybe a little training could do him good; even though he wasn't as graceful as the others. "That is the one thing that I seem to find hard."

"In time you will grasp it my padawan. Now better get ready."

Leaping from his bed, the teenage disappeared down the hall. Whatever this dream was it was not that important, but then again the face of the woman haunted him day and night. He let out a final sigh when a echo of a voice called after him; almost like a dream. Dreams were dreams… tools of the past…

When Obi-Wan had gotten dressed, he headed straight to the training centre. He could have taken his time but he decided to run. There was the occasional time when he had to slow; reason being for Jedi Masters and the like down the hall.

Once he had reached the training centre he was surprised to find Bant standing outside. He quirked a brow as her silver eyes glittered with wonder. "Why are…"

Before he could finish he was cut off by Bant. "Look at him."

Obi-Wan peered into the training centre. All he could see was a Jedi inside. He was tall, with the apparel of a Jedi Knight. Thick brown hair was on the top of his head, though his purple eyes were the strangest things about him. The moves he possessed made the two padawan's thrilled to be able to watch. "Who is he?" the boy asked.

"I don't know." Bant cooed, her salmon coloured cheeks popping out. "Want to go find out?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Guess it wouldn't hurt."

Bant was the first to barge into the room. She had no fear at all in leaning against the wall and watching him, but it was Obi-Wan who did not feel at all comfortable. He just stood there; dazed while watching this man. Suddenly, the Jedi Knight halted his movements in a final swing of his saber. "Enjoying the show?" he mused.

"Very much so!" cried Bant. "You're very skilled!"

A saber was suddenly flung in the direction of Obi-Wan, who very clumsy caught it. The young boy just gazed at it for a moment. It was a nice one: engravings all along the handle and a funny word which made him want to scratch his head. "What's this for?"

"What is the fun in watching? Come down here and show me what you got…"

"You only live one?" Obi-Wan cut in.

The Jedi just starred at the young padawan with wonder. "Right…"

"I would rather not. Bant could… but not me."

"Oh, Obi! Get out there! It's not everyday that you get to go head to head with a Jedi Knight!" She whispered. "Go on!"

He took a stance, light saber extended in the Jedi Knight's way. The green color illuminated Obi-Wan's face but within seconds the glow was far from his mind, and dodging the attacks of this man were number one. A disadvantage was that this Knight was about the same height of the padawan. Obi-Wan was only used to dealing with people much shorter or taller then he; never middle height.

In an instant, the Knight lunged forward and brought the blade down. In an immediate reaction, Obi brought his up; blocking and rolling to the side. The padawan lunged forward and jumped into the air, swinging for the left arm. This did not work, since the Knight brought his up. A full rotation was now in effect, and caught Obi-Wan off guard.

With the hem of his tunic singed, Obi-Wan dropped his body to the ground; the Knight's blade skimming the top hairs of the padawan. Obi-Wan leaped to his feet and switched hand positions. Suddenly, Obi-Wan felt sick. His stomach was pressed to the saber of the Knight's, but there was no energy. The Knight must have foreseen the out come of the padawan's advance and switched off his blade at the second the body and blade would have made impact.

"You need to stay focused kid."

The Knight replied while offering a hand to the fallen padawan. "You do fight well. Who is your master?"

"GuiGon Jinn" He replied. "I am Obi-Wan Kenobi and this is Bant."

"Klip Judgin."

A very impressed Bant was off in the corner. She was very proud at this moment to be the friend of the boy who put a good fight against a Jedi Knight. "You're a Jedi Knight aren't you?"

"Yes, and with training Obi-Wan here could be one as well. I guess it is time that you better are going. The morning meal is up soon and I know no one would care to miss that."

Bant smiled and began to wander out the door, but she paused as she gazed at her friend who was starring at Klip.

Obi-Wan gulped. "I know you from somewhere…"

"Hmm…. Everyone probably knows who I am…"

"Who is Yunda and… Well… See I have been having dreams and you are this woman are in them. It never fails!"

Klip starred blankly at the padawan who stood before him. He had no idea who this kid was but he could tell that he would only cause more trouble for the Knight. "I think you have been practicing too much boy. I don't know of anyone named Yunda Intuit. Go to lunch."

"You do know who she is, or else you would not have known her last name."

"She was an old student who resided here; that's all."

"Than why lie?"

"Go away kid. Dreams are dreams, they have no real value. Besides, why would a Jedi Knight and a dead student bother you?"

Obi-Wan knitted his brow as he gazed at Klip. He had not clue that the woman was dead. "She's dead?"

"So I heard. Now have you not caused enough trouble?"

"No…" Obi-Wan shook his head. "She can't be. I dreamed that she is alive, and has a family with that councilor. I know it is crazy… ok, so it is crazy… but I know she and the baby are alive."

Klip rolled his tongue over his lips and smacked the wall. "Get out!"

With that yell, Obi-Wan began to back away slowly. He did not want to cause trouble; all he wanted was answers to this truth which was hidden from him.

Taking one last glance, he walked into the hall where Bant waited for him. "Are you ok?"

"Yea, just silly dreams. I guess these ones will be filed under 'left alone'." He began to laugh. "Let's go get breakfast!"

A set of eyes watched the two padawan's leave the floor. Klip mulled over what Obi-Wan had said, and in a way he did want to believe it. Then again, the past was too far behind. Better to leave it alone. Gazing over the room which he had met his dear Yunda, Klip sighed and turned out the lights.

Here is the last chapter! Sorry it took so long but I got lazy and sidetracked with my WW2 series. Well, I hoped you enjoyed my story and who knows... I might make a sequel...