The end is here! Now, if you want to stick to the angst, don't read this, this is the balancing chapter. Since 'balance' is kinda the theme in this story, you know.
Well, anyways, here it is. Hope you like it, and if you already forgot, or if you just really think I own Star Wars: sorry to break the bubble, but I do not. I just wrote the story and this crap you're reading right now.
The Death and Life of Kenobi
Each death brings life, each end a beginning, each night a dawn.
Such is the way of the Force, and the world it holds in it's embrace. Where it takes, it gives, and where it hates, it loves. There must be a balance, in all things that matter.
And ,whether he knew it or not, Obi-Wan Kenobi mattered quite a lot.
The end of childhood was the beginning of being a parent.
A time to pass on all he'd learned, from his Master, from experience.
A time to watch a child grow, fall and rise up. Become better that he ever was, or would ever be.
To share wisdom and stories, and to discover that a piece of his master still lived, inside him, in his teachings, in his words.
Qui-Gon Jinn had never died.
When Anakin began his journey, Obi-Wan learned to live again.
With the end of peace came the path of light. A path he had always travelled, but now, more than ever, found to ease away the visions of blood and the horror in the eyes of men dying.
A time to form a new, stronger bond with the Force, and find solace in its embrace.
A time to form a new, stronger bond with his brother, and find laughter in the times of despair.
To discover that peace could still be found in the still waters and silent forests, in the paths of light.
When Obi-Wan found peace in the Force, the war in his heart subsided.
In the end of it all, just like the winds rush to fill emptiness, a new era began.
A time to, during those dark nights, consider the choices made, and see the suns rise when they were accepted.
A time to remember a boy, a boy who came to him with a promise and left him with one, and to know it was being fulfilled. That another boy was growing up, not far from him.
To discover that Obi-Wan still lived, waiting for his time in the desert, while the world only knew a Ben, the wizard from the Wastelands.
When Luke Skywalker found his destiny, like a phoenix from the stories of old,
Obi-Wan Kenobi was reborn.
~Fin~
There you go! I hope you liked it or something, and that you check out the rest of my stuff: there's not much of it, but the more you review or fave or something like that, the more I'm inspired and motivated to write. Or something.
With love, (or not so much luve but affection in a friendship-platonicky (?) way, depending what kind of a person you are)
PadawannaB