Four - The Healer

They had survived and in truth little had changed in their day to day life. Master Luminara Unduli and her apprentice had survived the great purge, but healers were needed everywhere and so they had vanished into the worlds on the galaxy, still practising their arts, but not as Jedi. Not anymore.

They had come to this world less than a cycle ago and their task lay ahead of them. A pandemic had ravished the land and although the worst was passing, there were still those in need of care. She walked among the sick, stopping here and there to offer comfort, surreptitiously using the Force so that her patients healed quicker but not so overtly that anyone would notice. Her padawan was resting; she had taken the night shift and had earned her reprieve from the echoes of pain that filled the hospice and the city beyond its walls, so she was alone when he came.

He did not stride into her ward with purpose, he did not announce himself to her, not wanting to reveal what she was to these people if he could not draw her away. Instead he lingered by the door and let his presence within the Force slowly wash over her. When she felt the light brush of his aura reaching out to her, she turned to the door and saw him for the first time. She did not know him, had never known him, but part of her recognised him. He nodded to her and walked back though the door.

She followed him out.

He led her down the corridor and out into the morning light. He stopped and waited for her to catch up with him, patient and assured she would come.

'I will not pull you away if you feel you are needed most here,' he told her without introduction. 'But I have come to tell you, you are needed out there also. War makes casualties and healers are needed.'

'War? We are at war again, Master Jedi?'

'The Republic rises again, Master Luminara, and the Jedi must fight for those who cannot.' He bowed. 'I leave it to you.'

He left her in the morning light, walking away, just as he had arrived, unobtrusively. She watched him leave, her eyes on the street even after he had left her sight. She knew who he was. He was the Jedi knight that had slain a Sith on Naboo more than ten years ago. The first Jedi to do so in a millennium, and him just an apprentice at the time. She remembered him then, and wondered why she had forgotten such a man. Why it seemed that the whole order had managed to forget such a remarkable Jedi. He had disappeared she knew, but no one had seemed to notice at the time or remark on his leaving. Something had kept him from all their thought, the Force perhaps, protecting him from notice so that he would survive and come to them all now to save those that remained. Healers were needed, here and everywhere else in the galaxy, but she missed her brothers and the Jedi in her cried out against the Empire and his evil. She took one deep breath of morning air before turning back to go inside. She had an apprentice to awaken and a legend to follow. His name, now firmly in her heart, would not be forgotten again. She whispered it to herself as she walked along, tasting its strength and the Light that seemed to blossom with its utterance.

'Obi-Wan Kenobi,' she said, knowing that this name would change everything.