Three - The Exile
Long years.
Long years and dark times were his legacy. The wisest being amongst the wisest of the galaxy and he had not seen this end. The Darkness had so blinded them all, blending with the shadows and leaching out the light that it touched until none was left. He felt every bit his eight hundred years as he left behind the life he knew in ashes and smoke to live a life of exile. He had not known and now all was lost but for two bright new souls. A heavy burden for them to inherit, but worlds cloaked in Darkness was the alternative, so while he would spare them the life they would lead, he knew it was not within his power.
He journeyed far though the stars until he came to a world so alive in the Force his own Force signature would be hidden from all those who would come to look. And they would look, of that he was certain. In escaping from Sidious, the once Grand Master of the Jedi Order had made himself known to the Sith: they knew he yet lived and they would come for him. Best to live quietly, best to live in solitude, best to simply just live. He had sent his only companion, Qui-Gon Jinn to live on a desert world while he would dwell in swamp and ruin. Apart they would wait for the time to rise again.
He made his home, ready to wait a lifetime for hope to rise again. But, it was hope that found him. Not a year after the great purge a new Light stirred and then it came for him. Out of the night of Dagobah, a ship came, silent and grave in its purpose. It landed close to his home, carrying to his door a lone man. He strode from the ship, every line of his bearing screaming Jedi and the Force of the planet calling out in welcome. He left his ship and knelt before the diminutive Jedi master. Yoda gazed on a face he had not seen for more than ten years and knew that hope was not years away but in the man before him. A man lost to the Jedi in grief and abandonment and yet here he was, when he was needed, ready to stand with his forsaken brethren, unburdened by bitterness or regret because he was and always had been a Jedi.
Gone was the boy Yoda remembered, gone was anger and fear, and in its place was calm and a connection to the Force so strong that Yoda marvelled to see it.
'I have come,' was all he said.
Yoda looked upon him and smiled.
'A true Jedi you have become; difficult task it is which lays before you.'
The man nodded, understanding what it was that the Light was asking of him and believing that he would succeed and the Dark would fall again.
'Then come inside and tell me your plans you will,' the ancient master said, turning to his dwelling, knowing the man would follow. Without looking back he said. 'Missed you I have, Obi-Wan Kenobi.'