A/N It was a bit of a struggle to write this chapter, not going to lie, so I hope it turned out okay. I would love to know what you thought about it.

Obi-Wan exited his Galatic history lesson into the wide corridor of the Temple, he was answering Bant's questions about his meeting with Master Yoda after his latest vision where he was stood with thousands of men all with identical faces. When he heard a derisive snort behind him, Obi-Wan turned and looked up at a fellow junior Padawan, Fendah Keal, he was a human with dark brown hair and grey eyes that always seemed to judge the younger Padawans. Fendah seemed to think because he was almost eighteen, and therefore almost a senior Padawan, that he was better than the younger Padawans.

"You still run to Master Yoda about your visions like a youngling?" smirked Fendah.

"So what if I do?" countered Obi-Wan sharply, "Master Yoda is the wisest Jedi in the Order, why shouldn't I discuss my visions with him?" He felt Bant stop beside him and felt her unease in the Force. While Fendah never bullied anyone out right, his sharp comments always left a sting. Fendah also seemed to like to target anyone who was a member of a Councillor's lineage, as he was not, and with both Obi-Wan's great-Grandmaster and Grandmaster being members of the Council, Obi-Wan was a prime target.

Fendah shrugged with a sharp smile on his face, "well if you think your Master won't mind you never learning to be independent. Carry on always asking for advice." With that Fendah turned and walked towards the refectory with a mocking little wave. Obi-Wan felt his stomach churn, objectively he knew Fendah was only trying to get under his skin, but Obi-Wan had recently thought that he was too dependent on his Master and Masters Yoda and Dooku. The three Masters had been working on raising his self-confidence and it must have been frustrating for them, most Masters and lineage members helped with visions, academic work and lightsaber training. Not a lack of managing emotions and feelings.

"Obi shall we go and get some lunch?" asked Bant. Obi-Wan turned to see the concern shining in Bant's large eyes.

He shook his head and forced a smile on his face. "I'm meeting my Master in our quarters for an afternoon of meditating." After waving a goodbye to Bant, Obi-Wan hiked his shoulder bag on his shoulder feeling his datapads gently knocking against his hips. As he walked through the corridors of the Temple, he lost himself in his thoughts and as much as he didn't want to admit Fendah was right, the older Padawan did have a point. He was fourteen now and at this stage of his apprenticeship, after being Qui-Gon's Padawan for two years, he should start to become more independent.

Obi-Wan entered the quarters he shared with his Master and hung his outer robe and shoulder bag on the coat rack beside the door. He then walked into the kitchen just as his Master was placing their sandwiches on the wooden table. Qui-Gon looked up and smiled at him, "perfect timing Padawan. How were your three lessons this morning?"

"They were very interesting Master. In Galatic history we were discussing when the Jedi Order first assisted the Republic in negotiating planet entries into the Senate," he commented as he took his usual seat. They chatted about their mornings while they ate their lunch, Obi-Wan soon forgot about his encounter with Fendah as he listened to his Master describe how he and Master Windu were on creche duty and assisted the younglings with paint time. Obi-Wan chuckled as he pictured the stern Master of the Order sat beside a group of younglings painting on flimsi sheets.

After lunch, the Master and Padawan sat themselves comfortably in the centre of the living space on the meditation mats Qui-Gon must have set out before lunch. As Obi-Wan settled himself on his mat, with his legs crossed and his hands resting on his knees as he closed his eyes. He let himself sink into the depths of the Force and let it guide him. He drifted aimlessly in the Force feeling calm and relaxed, when suddenly he heard himself call out for his friend Padawan Rialni Agdix, the urgency of his voice made him feel like he was on a mission. He heard Rialni scream his name as he felt something knock into him, stealing away his breath, he felt someone clutch onto his robes as the young voice screamed in terror. Suddenly, his vision was filled with a murky brown and he couldn't draw enough air into his lungs.

Obi-Wan gasped as his eyes flew open, as he panted, trying to draw enough air into his lungs, his gaze skittered around the room. Taking in the familiar presence of his Master and their belongings scattered around the living space. He looked across at his Master and noticed the tell-tale signs of his Master drawing out of his own meditation. Obi-Wan hastily composed himself and tightly shielded any traces of his vision, so as to not let his Master catch a glimpse.

As the two of them completed their late afternoon tasks, Obi-Wan found his thoughts straying to his vision while he attempted to complete some homework. It was confusing, it wasn't normal for his visions to only be sound based until the last seconds, and even then, his vision was filled with a murky brown colour, not faces or a landscape. He decided to put the vision to the back of his mind for future consideration if he had it again. Also, it was confusing that his friend Rialni's voice had been in the vision, when on missions, if another Jedi joined them, it was always a Master and their Padawan who were diplomats like himself and his Master. Rialni and her Master were Jedi who worked on humanitarian missions.

Over the next week, the vision did not appear again and Obi-Wan almost forgot about it as he prepared for his Galatic history exam. Once the exam had been completed and he treated himself by getting an early night, much to his Master's amusement. His sleep was disturbed that night by the same vision that contained Rialni screaming his name and him being unable to breathe. The next morning, he sluggishly entered the kitchen and heavily sat on his chair, instead of reaching for the cup of tea his Master had already poured for him, he just stared at it. The brown colour of the tea was unnervingly close to the murky brown from his vision that prevented him from breathing.

He jumped when a hand came to rest on his shoulder and squeezed. Obi-Wan looked up into his Master's midnight blue eyes, his Master frowned at him in concern. "Obi-Wan? Did you have a vision while you slept?"

Seeing no point in lying to his Master, Obi-Wan nodded. "Yes Master," he mumbled tiredly as he rubbed his eyes with his hand. Whenever he had visions in his sleep, they always left him feeling tired.

"Would you like to discuss it with me? Or shall I comm Master Yoda?" asked Qui-Gon as he sat in the chair beside Obi-Wan's, his hand already reaching for his comm link.

Obi-Wan was about to nod, when he remembered Fendah's taunting words and his own resolve to become more independent. "No thank you Master, I'm alright."

His Master appeared shocked for a moment, before the surprise on his face was hidden away. His Master smiled and nodded, "if you are sure Padawan." Obi-Wan just smiled and nodded, it was time to evaluate his visions on his own. He also felt that he was more than capable to dissect his vision alone, he had been given enough advice from Master Yoda over the years since his first vision when he was four years old.

Obi-Wan felt confident in his decision, until later in the day when his Master informed him, they would be going on a mission with Rialni and her Master the next day. Terror gripped him and he very nearly confessed about his vision to his Master, but he didn't want to go running to his Master like a youngling. So, instead he discussed his vision with Rialni when they were on the ship on their way to Jafan. It helped discussing his vision with Rialni, she was much like him and they came to the conclusion that the murky brown of his vision seemed most likely to be something natural and Jafan was a planet that had suffered natural disasters before. So, they decided to stick close to each other and keep watch for any signs of a natural disaster. This way Obi-Wan still felt independent, but also, as Rialni featured in his vision, he felt they would both be prepared for what potentially could happen.

Obi-Wan laughed as he and Rialni joined the local Jafani younglings as they ran around the meadow. He noticed Rialni was keeping a careful watch over the youngest of the group as they were not taller than the long wispy grass and could get lost amongst the grass. Feeling a small tug on his hand, Obi-Wan looked down at the youngling who had become attached to him over the past three days. Eenda clutched his outer robe with her free webbed hand and pushed herself against his side. Obi-Wan knelt down so he was at eye level with Eenda, her aquamarine eyes flickering between him and the other Jafani younglings nervously.

"Do you want to join the game Eenda?" he asked softly as he rested his hand on Eenda's hairless head.

Eenda shook her head and if it was possible pressed herself against his side even more as she rested her head on his shoulder. Rialni smiled as she walked over to them, obviously noticing Eenda's nervousness with the other younglings running around and screeching as they played together.

Rialni knelt beside him and smiled at Eenda, her green eyes squinting a little as she smiled. The other Padawan held out a purple flower with wide petals making the flower almost as big as the palm of his hand. Rialni held it out to Eenda and the young Jafani took it carefully from her with a smile and then using the long stem, Eenda tied the flower around her wrist. The young Jafani looked around her and then grinned as she picked a similar flower to the one Rialni gifted to her, expect this one was blue, the colour almost matching her skin tone. Eenda held the flower out to Rialni, but then frowned slightly as she noticed the short stem, meaning Rialni wouldn't be able to tie it around her wrist.

Rialni took the flower with a grin and pushed it into her hair, just above the top of her Padawan braid on the right side of her head. "Thank you so much Eenda," she smiled. Rialni then turned to Obi-Wan, "looks like you're the odd one out Obi-Wan."

Just as he was about to say that he did not need a flower thank you, Eenda had picked another blue flower and began to gently push it into his hair, in the same place Rialni had placed hers. "It matches your eyes," Eenda said softly.

"Thank you for the flower," he said as he smiled at Eenda, causing the young Jafani to beam in pleasure.

Rilani coughed into her hand, "softie."

Without looking at his fellow Padawan, Obi-Wan shoved her, causing Rialni to fall onto her right side. Eenda giggled at the antics of the Padawans, she then held out a hand to Rialni, while her other was still clutched onto Obi-Wan's robe. "Can I show you my favourite place in the meadow?" she asked shyly.

"Of course, you can!" Obi-Wan responded eagerly, he pushed himself to his feet as he helped steady Rialni with a slight use of the Force.

"Lead the way!" exclaimed Rialni with her usual wide grin plastered on her face.

The three of them ambled across the meadow, with Eenda pressed against him, Obi-Wan could feel her relax the further they got from the other excitable younglings. At first, he and Rilani had been worried that Eenda did not have any friends in her village, but after they sat and talked with Eenda on their second night at the village they discovered she had lots of friends, she just didn't like playing with her friends when they were being loud. The two Padawans had been relieved at this, the thought of the sweet youngling having no friends was something they didn't want to think about. And with a best friend like Quinlan Vos, Obi-Wan definitely understood wanting some quiet time away from loud friends.

As they walked further away from the village and playing younglings, Obi-Wan felt his Master's amusement down the training bond and just sent a wave of contentment back towards his Master. This really was a great mission to be on. For a change there were no stuffy politicians, no one firing blasters at them and no grieving beings to comfort. They were checking on the success of Jafan's healing process and the mission had left him with a smile on his face. His Master also seemed to feel light hearted, this mission probably brimming with the strength of the Living Force, something that always left his Master feeling happy.

"Here!" exclaimed Eedna, as she pointed one of her webbed fingers towards a tall tree, that cast a wide dark shadow of shade over the edge of the meadow. "I can climb a tree if I want, or I can just sit in the shade and watch the clouds," said Eedna.

Rialni stepped away from them and stared up at the tree with a smile on her face and then she turned back to Eedna, the sun shining down on her black hair, the blue flower standing out against the darkness of her hair. Suddenly, Obi-Wan heard an almighty roar just as the Force screamed a warning. Rialni's green eyes widened in shock, no doubt feeling the same warning. They heard Jafani parents screaming for their children just as Obi-Wan turned to his left and saw a wall of mud tumbling down the nearest hill, heading straight for them. His throat tightened, he knew what was about to happen, he had already seen it in his vision.

OBI-WAN! His Master screamed down their bond.

Obi-Wan didn't respond, there was no time to do anything, so he clutched Eedna tightly against him, feeling the youngling shake in terror against him. He outstretched his free arm towards his friend, "Rialni!"

Rialni ran towards him and just as she grasped onto his hand, the wall of mud slammed into them. As tightly as Obi-Wan tried to keep hold of his friend, Rialni was ripped away from him with a terrified shout of his name, "Obi-Wan!"

As the wall of mud consumed him, he heard Eedna scream in terror. He wrapped himself around the youngling tighter, his own painfilled cry drowned out by the roar of the mudslide, just as it made something in his arm, the one he had grasped onto Rialni with, crack. Obi-Wan panicked as, just like in his vision, he was unable to draw enough air into his lungs.

Then he knew nothing but darkness.

Qui-Gon knew, from the time the mudslide buried his Padawan to when Obi-Wan and Eedna were dug out of the mud, was only fifteen minutes. However, to him it felt like many hours had passed. He used his training bond with his Padawan to track where the mudslide had dragged his Padawan. After locating Obi-Wan, the villagers helped him to dig Obi-Wan and Eedna out, some with their bare hands. The two children were in the process of being placed on stretchers, their faces covered in mud and cuts. It seemed Obi-Wan had been able to protect Eedna from the worst of the mudslide, the youngling's aquamarine eyes flickering open as her parents cried in relief as they knelt beside her stretcher. Between their sobs, Eedna's parents thanked Qui-Gon for his Padawan's actions. While Qui-Gon was thankful for Eedna's safety, he wondered about the cost to Obi-Wan that ensured her safety.

Qui-Gon knelt beside his Padawan's head and hastily opened his Padawan's mouth to scoop out the mud that was clogging his Padawan's airway. He breathed a sigh of relief as he heard Obi-Wan cough as he gasped in a steady breath, still unconscious. His gaze scanned his Padawan, noting every injury that wasn't covered up with mud. One of Obi-Wan's arms was bent in an unnatural angle and it appeared he had suffered an injury to his left hip, probably from the force of the mudslide hitting him.

From the corner of his eye he watched as Trass located his own Padawan in the debris of the mudslide, he flinched hearing the guttural cry of grief that ripped its way from Trass's throat as Trass lifted the mud-covered body of Rialni out of the depths of the mud. Trass carried Rilani towards the group, his brown eyes wide in shocked grief as tears streamed down the face of the usually composed Jedi Master. Qui-Gon watched as Trass refused the help of the Jafani and clutched Rialni closer to his chest, her black hair turned brown as it was covered in clumps of murky brown mud.

Qui-Gon closed his eyes and looked back down at the unconscious form of his own Padawan, he absentmindedly brushed his thumb across Obi-Wan's cheek, smudging the mud that appeared to be hiding small cuts littered across his Padawan's cheek. He then reached out and grasped Obi-Wan's Padawan braid, he stroked down the braid, pulling clumps of mud off the braid knowing how proud Obi-Wan was of his braid and its beads. Qui-Gon looked back up and watched as Trass's robe flittered in the breeze as he carried Rialni towards the village's medical building, the Padawan's mud covered legs swaying limply. As Obi-Wan's stretcher was lifted up, Qui-Gon gently clutched Obi-Wan's hand, he was beyond grateful to the Force for sparing his Padawan but he wondered how he was going to be able to look Trass in the eye. One Padawan had been saved, but another had been lost before her time.

The first thing Obi-Wan was aware of was that he could breathe properly. The next thing he was aware of was pain. His right arm between his wrist and elbow hurt badly, but the worst pain came from his left hip. He groaned in pain and tried to open his eyes but they felt heavy and he almost let himself sink back into unconsciousness where the pain would fade away. Then he felt a wave of concern from his training bond, the same time a caring hand was placed on his forehead. Fighting against the pull of unconsciousness, Obi-Wan struggled to open his eyes, he blinked and then flinched at the bright light and white ceiling. Suddenly, the hand on his forehead was placed over his eyes and he heard the deep voice of his Master ask to dim the lights.

When the hand was moved back to his forehead, Obi-Wan re-opened his eyes and blinked until his eyesight cleared so he was looking up at the worried face of his Master. Qui-Gon's hair looked unkept and usually smiling face was creased by a frown.

"M'st'r…" he slurred. He swallowed and tried to find the strength to speak again, but his throat felt raw and it hurt just to breathe.

"Easy Padawan," soothed Qui-Gon as he ran a hand through Obi-Wan's hair. "The Healers are about to sedate you and place you in a bacta tank."

Obi-Wan tried to nod in understanding, but his Master's hand that rested on the top of his head prevented him from doing so. He then remembered what happened in a flash, recalling Eedna's terrified scream and Rialni calling his name. With his throat still hurting, Obi-Wan turned to his bond with his Master. What happened to Eedna and Rialni?

His Master leaned closer to him, his elbows resting on the edge of the medical bed. "Eedna is considered a miracle in the village thanks to you. Your actions saved her from serious injuries. She is just in shock and has cuts and bruises. She is being kept in the medical building for observations. You are considered a hero Padawan mine." Obi-Wan felt himself blush at the praise and noted his Master's amusement at his reaction, then Obi-Wan felt his throat tighten seeing the amusement drain away from his Master's face. The midnight eyes above him shinned with sadness and Obi-Wan knew what was coming, oh by the Force did he wish he was wrong. He felt his own eyes begin to fill with tears as his Master began to speak. "I'm very sorry Padawan…but Rialni died in the mudslide."

Obi-Wan flinched in pain as his body jolted as a sob ripped itself from his throat. It couldn't be true, it couldn't. He and Rialni were being careful after his vision. This wasn't supposed to happen. It's my fault, it's all my fault.

Qui-Gon's heart broke as he heard his Padawan's grief-stricken words through their training bond. It's my fault, it's all my fault. Unable to listen to his Padawan's sobs and grief-stricken words, Qui-Gon pushed a sleep suggestion down their training bond. Very quickly he watched as Obi-Wan's eyes slipped closed and with a shaky hand he wiped away the tears from his Padawan's face. Sensing one of the Jafani Healers at the doorway of the private room Obi-Wan had been placed in, with a bacta tank ready in the corner of the room. Qui-Gon cupped Obi-Wan's cheek and brushed his thumb under his Padawan's eye, he then stepped back and let the Healer sedate Obi-Wan and place a breathing mask over his face.

Watching as his young Padawan was placed into the bacta tank, Qui-Gon was worried about his Padawan. His words of grief suggested more than just grief-stricken words at the loss of a friend, they were filled with guilt. He took a deep breath and not for the first time since he had uncovered his Padawan from the thick mud, he wondered what the mudslide had cost his Padawan. He had seen many beings over the years suffer from survivor's guilt, he had hoped his Padawan would be spared the experience. His Padawan was always kind and caring towards other beings, he was self- sacrificing in his protection of others and he always felt preserved failures deeply.

Qui-Gon swallowed back tears as he sat heavily in a chair in front of the bacta tank and watched as his Padawan swayed in the blue liquid. He looked up at his Padawan's face and wondered about the effects of the mudslide. Obi-Wan's body had been pulled from the mud, but had his mind? Seeing and feeling Obi-Wan's grief and guilt over Rialni's death made Qui-Gon fear that he still had much to do to save his Padawan beyond healing wounds.

His Padawan's terrifying words echoed in his mind. It's my fault, it's all my fault.