Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning in an incredibly uncomfortable chair with Anakin leaning against my shoulder, still asleep. I looked around, we were in the Jedi Medical Establishment. The very best on the planet. I looked in the clear glass walls and saw the girl, Kyra lay on the white bed. The only sign of life of was the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest.

I looked at Anakin. He was so much more brave than I would have been. He does what a Jedi is supposed to, and he has no experience at all. He is already exceeding me in the ideals and the religious aspects of the Force, and I have no idea that he will quickly catch on the physical aspects of it.

"Obi-Wan, is this that girl Ani met?" Padme walked in hurriedly. I was glad that someone else was taking interest in her. I did not want to take responsibility she might cause.

"Yes, her name is Kyra Renz." I replied. "I think there are things about her we don't know. There has to be more than an abusive home behind this. She talks with no emotion. Like she doesn't want to live."

"Maybe I should talk to her, you know, she if we can be friends." She said, sitting next to Anakin, and stroking his head gently. I like the way she thinks. It's always generous and kind. I am jealous, and mean, and selfish. Sometimes I wish we could be together to balance things out and----- but I can't think that way. If there's one thing I learned from Qui-Gon it's that love is a don't ask don't tell. As long as no one asks the Jedi Council, they can't say no, but that doesn't mean love doesn't hurt.

I watched her intently. Her every move was filled with grace and beauty, her every breath seemed to give me life. After a moment of an extraordinary peace and silence, Anakin twitched and woke up.

"Where's Kyra?"

"In there," Padme pointed to the sleeping girl. "She's asleep."

"When will she wake up?" Anakin turned to face me.

"I don't know." I said. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "She's probably tired."

I looked back into the room, where she seemed to be contently sleeping. Something about her intrigued me. I am a Jedi, but even I am still sheltered to so many dark things in the world. I find myself wondering what kind of nightmares are plaguing her under her calm exterior.

"Master Kenobi, she is beginning to wake up." A hovering droid said, breaking my thoughts. My first thought was, I'm not a master, then I remembered that day...

"Thank you." I said. Anakin was already halfway in the room. I stood up and walked behind Padme to the sleeping girl.

Now as we approached her bed, I realized that she was covered in rather, violent bruises.

"Excuse me, Master Kenobi, Senator Amidala, I think I need to share the results of our medical exam."

"What about me?" Anakin asked.

"Obi-Wan, I'll stay here with Ani. You go ahead." Padme said. She was babying him so much it was irritating me.

"Alright." I said, after clenching my jaw several times, causing a vein to bulge a bit on the side of my head.

I followed the droid out of the door.

"So, let's hear it."

"Well, besides the minor injuries, we found some highly disturbing injuries."

I raised one skeptic eyebrow.

"She seems to have been sexually assaulted."

"By that man?" I asked, my temper rising quickly. He raped her?

"No, the man that was caught, none of his DNA was found. It belonged to someone else who can not be identified at the moment."

"So someone raped her?" I asked, calming down a bit. However, in my mind, rape was the worst crime. It violates and it forces responsibility. "Is she pregnant?"

"No, none of the cells combined."

I sighed.

"Thank you, very much."

The droid flew away, and I whispered in Padme's ear what I had been told. She had an aroma about her that enticed me, calling me to my 'male instincts'. But my Jedi ideals were above that, so I pulled away from her quickly, as fast as I could.

"That's terrible!" She said, her face in pure shock. "What could have happened to her?"

"Who knows, hopefully she'll tell us on her own time."

"I think she's waking up."

I watched as she began to stir.

We explained the events of the other day to her, Anakin hanging on her every word, waiting for some sort of amusement. I continued to try and put the pieces together, becoming more and more annoyed that I couldn't figure out what happened to her. Finally, I gave up, and tried asking her when we were alone.

"What happened to you?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" She asked apathetically.

"Why are you like this? Why don't you care?"

"Should I care?" She asked, looking at me. "Should I enjoy myself when I know I'm going back on the street?"

"You're not going back on the street." He said. "Master Yoda believes that you..."

"Who's Yoda?"

"He is the strongest Jedi to ever live. He has answers to almost every question. And he also believes that you have the highest amount of mediclorians that he has ever seen."

"Mediclorians?"

"Yes, they give life to everything, they give Jedi their powers."

"Okay, so?" I asked. "Everyone knows that your special school only takes toddlers."

"He wants to make an exception."

"Why?"

"Because he wants someone to teach you."

"Why?"

"Because he believes that with the right instruction you can become the most powerful Jedi in the world."

"I don't want to be a Jedi."

"Why not?"

"Because I'll feel trapped, and there's no way out. There's no way to be Jedi and to be free." She sighed. All she wanted was freedom. But she couldn't make it like that. That's not how it would work.

"Kyra, you have potential beyond anyone's." I said, sitting on her bed. "You need to wake up and use it, because one day the whole galaxy will be looking for the Chosen One, and you won't be there. I know you've been let down. Do you really want an entire galaxy of people feeling like that because you wanted to be free?"

"Well, what if I'm not the Chosen One?" She snapped. "I won't be letting anyone down, but I'll be wasting your time."

"Yoda has requested that you train with Anakin and I for the time being." I said, standing up. "You don't have to believe me, but you do have to be there."