The Heir
PG
Disclaimer: I don't own SW or JA
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Whatever Qui-Gon had expected, this wasn't even close. Obi-Wan's mother, Adele Kenobi, and his father, Michael Kenobi, were much like the houses he had seen on the streets. Formal, clean, and eerily close to perfect. The white button down blouse and the gray skirt that Adele was wearing were both free of wrinkles and stains. The blouse was buttoned to the top collar button and the skirt went down just below the knees coming to meet gray and white stockings. Michael wore a gray tunic just as clean and perfect as Adele's.
The atmosphere was eerily calm, stiff and unbending. Qui-Gon was beginning to see why Obi-Wan didn't want him to come. His parents did not react with happiness and hugs, but instead, a mere grunt and nod; their clothes may have been perfect, but their manners were far from what he had expected. Adele had merely said that supper would be served soon and they could talk then.
They were now sitting at the table and Qui-Gon noticed that Obi-Wan hadn't even touched his plate; in fact, the boy was staring at his mother, his eyes piercing hers.
"Where is Owen?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, who?" Michael Kenobi asked.
"Where is my brother?"
Qui-Gon was shocked; Obi-Wan had never said anything about a brother. However, this was not his place, not at this moment. Soon he realized that there hadn't been any answer. Both Kenobi's merely looked down at their plates.
"Is he with Keira? Did you send him there also?" Obi-Wan asked, his face calm, but Qui-Gon could feel the anxiety building up in his padawan. He sent soothing waves of calm towards his padawan who did not look at him, his eyes now piercing his father's. Qui-Gon had never seen such depth into those eyes before; it was as if green and blue were swirling together. He would have much to talk about with his padawan.
"Kiera doesn't exist. She's not real Ben," Adele said to Obi-Wan calmly.
"Ben isn't my name. You sent her away, the day before the Burning Day. You sent her away because she wasn't like you, just like you sent me away. Did you send Owen away on Burning Day?" The way in which Obi-Wan spoke was an angry, yet silky voice. His master had never heard him speak like that before.
"Owen is not his name. It was wrong of us to listen to a freak. Your brother's name is Raoul, and he is not a freak, he will not only become the heir, he will be the eldest son that we always wanted. Unlike you and that girl. Besides Burning Day is coming soon," Michael Kenobi shot back.
Had Obi-Wan been holding a fork, Qui-Gon was sure that he would have thrown it, fortunately Obi-Wan merely stood up and began to leave the room.
"Where are you going?" Adele asked.
"To see the rooms," Obi-Wan replied without turning around.
"Excuse me," Qui-Gon said as he rose from his seat.
/ There was smoke everywhere. Spots of red decorated the barren ground. Above the din of the screaming frantic cloud was the sound of a child crying.
"You are not my burden anymore! Go with the Jedi over there!"
"Momma, I don't wanna go, please!"
"You are dead to me Ben. Go!" /
He had found the boy, but no trace of the mother. He had found Obi-Wan when he three years old. He never knew.
He had followed Obi-Wan to a black steel door. A silver serpent eating its tail was made onto the door. Obi-Wan placed his hand on the blue palm lock and the serpent's tail came out of the mouth and the door opened.
Obi-Wan glanced at Qui-Gon. "They couldn't have changed the lock without me, so I can only assume that it has stayed the same."
Qui-Gon looked into the room and gave a low whistle as he looked at Obi-Wan with an incredulous look. "This is your room?"
"No, that's why the door opened up for me and nobody else."
"Respect, Padawan."
Obi-Wan did not answer.
Qui-Gon was in awe at his padawan's room. It was more like a corridor than anything else, marble statues were aligned at the sides, lights looking up to show the faces of men and women. Each figure held up a smaller figure in the right hand whilst the left held a wooden torch.
"I don't like my room."
Qui-Gon looked at Obi-Wan who was walking down towards a white chair, throne, actually. He caught up with Obi-Wan, who was now looking at the inscriptions carved into the ebony chair.
"What does it say, Padawan?" He could tell that Obi-Wan knew the language that was written.
"For the child of disgraceful union
Of who will come to be the Heir
What we hold true and dear
He who will destroy the last demon
With his deep strong white power."
Obi-Wan lightly ran his finger over the arm of the sallow chair. "My parents have waited for years for their so-called last demon to be destroyed. That's why they let me in today. They're waiting for their savior."
"So-called demon?" Qui-Gon asked gently; he hadn't heard his padawan say so much about his family before.
"Metuo translates directly 'to fear,' or 'to dread,' or 'to be frightened of.' Aduro means 'to set fire to,' 'to kindle,' or 'to burn.'"
"Burning Day, what is that?"
"Did you wonder why there is no one on the streets? Why there aren't any children running around? That is what fear of the unexplained did to this world. It must have been Burning Day a few days ago."
The Jedi Master was rendered speechless.
"You found me on Burning Day; they couldn't burn me. I was to be their white light, their savior. My mother found out about my powers the day before and brought me away from the pyres. She said I wasn't her burden anymore."
Something clicked in Qui-Gon's head. "You, you're the…"
"Yes Master, I am the Heir, and the last demon is my twin sister, Kiera."
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A/N: well, that was mean of me…oh well…I swear the story will pick up pace eventually, but there's not gonna be much humor in this story anymore. Sorry for the wait for the update. Hope u liked it.