The Heir
PG…for now…
Disclaimer: I do not own SW or JA
A/N: I am soooo sorry for the wait. I realized I had nowhere to go because the story is still forming in my mind. Enjoy!

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/ 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."/

A long pause seemed to linger heavily in the air. "I don't understand," Qui-Gon said. Not for the first time, he was utterly confused but now he was also quickly regretting his decision to meet Obi-Wan's family.

Obi-Wan sighed. "Master," he said, "look at the smaller figures in the statues hands."

Each figure had a lithe body and looked like humans except for the eyes, which were circular and all one color due to the crimson jewels. "They don't look that much different from any other human…except for the eyes," Qui-Gon said.

"They aren't," Obi-Wan responded, his voice hollow, "the demons are different because they…we…we have…powers that they don't. They don't trust us and think we should all die before we can wreck havoc on the galaxy."

Qui-Gon shuddered at his padawan's tone and the carelessness of how he spoke about what was happening. He chose not to mention anything. "What powers? I've never seen you use any powers…well…apart from your jedi training."

At that Obi-Wan allowed a small grin to pass, but to his master's disappointment, it faded away quickly. "I guess I never really wanted to use them. I was afraid. I felt like I was some sort of freak for being able to do these things. When I was younger, every once in a while it would spring out from nowhere. I would find myself staring at a part of the crèche and once it kind of sort of caught on fire."

"That was you?" Qui-Gon exclaimed. "The Council had no idea what had happened. They still don't know what happened!"

Obi-Wan's face burned bright red. "I didn't mean to, just like I didn't mean to burn all the food in the kitchens a couple of weeks ago."

"Wait a minute…a couple of weeks ago? I thought you said you lost control when you were younger?"

"Well, I learned to control it for the most part…"

"Padawan," Qui-Gon began but Obi-Wan interrupted him.

"But I've rarely done it since!"

"Since a couple weeks ago!" Qui-Gon was very quickly getting a headache; his padawan was some sort of 'heir,' had powers he had never heard about, and was quickly finding out that Obi-Wan was responsible for much of the wreckage of the Jedi Temple that had been redone.

"No, since I was young, in crèche."

"Padawan," he began again. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

Obi-Wan looked at the floor. Qui-Gon lifted his chin up to meet his eyes, his eyes glittered with shame. "I'm sorry, Master."

"For what, Padawan"

"For all these years of lying to you, of never telling you anything about this. And for doing everything in my power to keep you from finding out."

"My padawan, it is not your fault and you do not need to be sorry; had I been in the same position I most likely have done the same thing. However, can you tell me what we do now? I must admit, I do not know much about this planet or its history. I believe a native to this place would know what to do better than a stranger."

"I need to find my brother. Find out what happened to him and what they're training him to do."

Qui-Gon was taken aback at how quickly his padawan took charge. He would be a great leader one day.

The temple was a fairly new one, white marble spiraled into a circular dome and spires seemed to try to reach the clouds. Qui-Gon would have whistled had he had that skill; it was something he kept quiet about although Obi-Wan had tried numerous times to teach him how to, but he was a stubborn man. Qui-Gon shook himself out of his reverie as they approached the doors…and the guards. "Do you have a plan, padawan?" he asked.

"Plan? What plan?" Obi-Wan said in mock confusion. Joking aside he said, "I'm just going to walk through the doors. You know, like how most people get through buildings, through the doors."

Qui-Gon prayed that Obi-Wan honestly had a plan. He trusted Obi-Wan with his life, but many of his padawan's plans had been quite suicidal. Obi-Wan grinned as he sensed what his master was thinking.

They approached the guards, two guards to be exact; each one wore white flowing robe and held a crossbow. Their faces were covered with the same white material so that only their eyes could be seen. "Halt," came both voices.

Obi-Wan walked up to the guards, his posture erect. "I am Ben Kenobi. You will let me pass." The fear was evident in the guards' eyes. "Yes, your Highness. Forgive us for our rudeness."

Obi-Wan said nothing as the doors opened and began to walk through with Qui-Gon at his side, who let out a sigh of relief he hadn't even realized he was holding; this world was full of more secrets than he ever expected to find out about his padawan.

Inside the temple was the same white marble as the outside. It was eerily clean, just as it was at the Kenobi house, or whatever they called it. There were stairs leading to a white marble throne and Qui-Gon could see a figure on the throne, however it was impossible to decipher whom it was; the stairs were so high.

Obi-Wan continued marching forward towards two more guards, both dressed in the same robes but carrying vibroblades. The guards crossed them as he approached. Not to Qui-Gon's surprise, Obi-Wan looked nonchalantly at the vibroblades and looked from the weapons to the guards. "I am Ben Kenobi." Their eyes widen in surprised and quickly uncrossed the vibroblades, letting him pass. However, they crossed again when Qui-Gon tried to follow him.

Obi-Wan turned to the guards and spoke in a language that Qui-Gon had never heard of before. "Sapientes laete vivunt." Whatever Obi-Wan had said it worked and they let him through. He walked the stairs with Obi-Wan and the form of the figure sitting on the throne seemed to take shape. It was a boy a couple years younger than Obi-Wan and the resemblance was striking. However, the boy's hair just brushed his shoulders and his eyes were a deep brown, but other than that, the two looked almost the same.

"Ben," the boy said, his voice flat and accusing.

"Hello Owen," Obi-Wan said.

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A/N: That was cruel of me to leave it there, but I honestly don't know how this next scene is going to play out. Please Review, I find them encouraging and helps me write more quickly. Oh, and I know I said there wasn't going to be all that much humor in the story, but it just wont go away, so I'm going to try to balance the humor and the angst. Trust me angst lovers…its coming!

Translations:

Sapientes laete vivunt – Wise men live happily