Hello, everyone! I'm back with a new chapter/part thingie for this story! The thing is, all of these chapters are so long that I split them into parts because there was no way that I was gonna have you guys read over 7,000 words for the first chapter. Heck, I wouldn't ever do that unless it was just some freakishly long one-shot. O.o

Anyways, thank you for giving me the time of day to read this chapter - it really means a lot, especially since I want this story to do well. :)

And yes, every single person in this story is human. You might be wondering what some of the non-human characters from The Clone Wars might look like, but don't worry, I'll give you the appearance description soon, when Obi-wan actually meets those non-human characters. (I know that some of you guys were curious about what Ahsoka might look like. :) Don't worry, I won't wander too far from her original appearance.)

Palpatine also can't use the Force, (sorry, if any of you guys were counting on that,) but he'll be the same, cruel, manipulative person that he was in the Star Wars fandom.

With that said, enjoy!

Chapter One. The Force Wielder's Call

Part two of chapter one.

"Here - hollyhock and feverfew for Lady Percival and this," Qui-Gon placed a small bottle on the table. "Is for Sir Owen. He's as blind as a weevil, so warn him not to take it all down at once."

Obi-wan nodded and picked up the delicate bottles. He was just about to walk out the door when Qui-Gon called, "And Obi-wan?"

The young man turned around expectantly.

Qui-Gon's face was solemn as he said, "I need hardly tell you that the practice of any form of the Force will get you killed."

Obi-wan nodded quickly and with that, headed out of the room.

He walked down the stairs and balancing the bottles in his hands, he began the deliveries.

•◊•

Once finished with the last of his errands, Obi-wan walked out of the castle and into the square. The sun had reached its peak and Coruscant was alive with activity.

Obi-wan stretched out his arms just as he heard a man yell across the square, "Where's the target?"

"There, sir?"

Obi-wan turned to see a group of young men (who were probably not that much older than himself,) standing a few feet away from a pale wisp of a man who was holding up a target.

"That's into the sun," one of the men was saying.

The man who was holding up the target—the victim—looked up at the sun and frowned. "It's not that bright." He commented.

"A bit like you, then." The man retorted with a smirk.

There were a couple of guffaws from the man's ring of friends and Obi-wan watched with a wince as the victim set his eyes downcast.

"Put the target on the other end, shall I, sir?" Was the victim's only remark.

The man grinned and nodded. Obi-wan watched steadily as one of the man's friends whispered, "Teach him a lesson."

The man held up a knife and twirled it around in his hands with a devilish laugh. "This'll teach him," he murmured and with a casual toss of his arm, the knife hit the target, startling the poor victim.

Obi-wan frowned as the man with the knives held out his arms. "Hey, hang on – don't stop! I told you to keep moving, let's have some fun!"

The victim's face paled even further and he shuffled backwards, still holding the target.

The man grinned and he threw another knife. "Go on, run! We want some moving target practice!"

Obi-wan sighed as he watched the victim tumble around the square, ducking the knives with a short cry as each one hit the target.

This was an idiotic practice – who did this man think he was, anyways?

Striding forward, Obi-wan lifted a hand. "Hey, come on, that's enough." He said firmly.

The man looked up and Obi-wan could see his face properly.

He was actually quite decent looking, and Obi-wan wouldn't have been surprised if he was one of those big-shots who spent most of his time with women.

For one, the man had bright, blue eyes that was filled with a reckless sort of happiness and a small scar ran over one of them which gave him a somewhat rugged appearance. He had a fair complexion and chestnut colored hair and though he looked bright enough, Obi-wan automatically disliked him.

"What?" The man asked, confused.

"You've had your fun, my friend." Obi-wan replied, managing a small smile.

The man walked forward. "Do I know you?" He asked.

"Um…I'm Obi-wan," Obi-wan extended his hand halfheartedly.

"So I don't know you." The man replied, not bothering to take the hand. Obi-wan's hand dropped to his side awkwardly and managed a shrug. "No." He said.

"Yet, you called me friend." The man narrowed his eyes.

Obi-wan nodded and pressed his lips together. "That was my mistake." He said.

"I think so." The man replied with a smirk. Obi-wan was beginning to like this man less and less.

"Yeah," Obi-wan nodded again and without thinking, he continued, "I'd never have a friend who could be such an ass."

As he turned around to walk away, he heard the man reply, "And I'd never have a friend who'd be so stupid!"

Obi-wan stopped slowly in his tracks and let out a sigh.

"Tell me, Obi-wan…do you know how to walk on your knees?" The man asked, crossing his arms.

"No." Obi-wan replied, looking at him in the eye.

"Shall I help you?"

Obi-wan shook his head. "I wouldn't if I were you." He murmured.

"What are you gonna do?" The man snorted and outstretched his hands.

"You have no idea," Obi-wan replied softly.

The man grinned and took a step back. "Be my guest! Come on!" He spread out his arms.

Obi-wan paused, staring at him. If only he could just –

"Come on!" The man challenged with an even wider smile.

Obi-wan set his jaw and swung his fist only to be quickly stopped by the man's hand. He was suddenly pulled to the ground and he heard his opponent whispering in his ear, "I could have you thrown in jail for that."

Obi-wan struggled under his grip and spat out, "Who do you think you are, the king?"

He heard the man laugh and he replied, "No, I'm his son. Anakin."

Obi-wan felt his heart plunging and he was suddenly dragged away from the square.

•◊•

Obi-wan's head was reeling as he was thrown across a cell in the dungeon. He ran a hand through his hair and sat down on the ground, his heart beating rapidly in anxiety.

What did he just do? Had he really just tried to punch the king's son?

Obi-wan closed his eyes and with a groan, he fell flat on his back on the cell's cold floor.

•◊•

The witch's plan was working. She was still disguised as Lady Glyyn and no one would suspect a thing. She smiled gracefully at the guards of Coruscant as she swung off her horse. She could hardly contain her excitement as she entered the throne room—soon, King Palpatine would pay dearly for taking her beloved son.

"Lady Glyyn," the king smiled warmly. That didn't fool the witch, though—his eyes were as cold as stone. "Thank you so much for coming to sing at our celebrations."

The witch gave a pleasant smile and curtsied. "The pleasure is all mine." She replied sweetly.

"How was your journey?" Palpatine asked.

"Oh, the time it took." The witch said delicately.

"It's always worth the wait," the king replied with a laugh.

The witch gave a small chuckle herself and folded her hands in front of her. "It will be," she murmured with a pleasant smile.

•◊•

"Obi-wan."

Obi-wan's eyes opened and he stood up abruptly, looking for the voice's speaker. He found no one at his cell and frowned.

"Obi-wan."

There it was again! Obi-wan quickly stood up and backed away a couple of steps. He looked around the walls suspiciously. Was someone whispering to him through the stone?

Obi-wan slowly walked towards the wall and pressed his ear against the cool stone. He looked like a fool, for everyone knew that the walls were too thick, but Obi-wan didn't care. Who was calling him?

"Obi-wan?"

Obi-wan quickly straightened and grinned when he saw Qui-Gon standing at the doorway of the cell. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as Qui-Gon said, "You never cease to amaze me. The one thing someone like you should do is keep your head down! What do you do? You behaved like an idiot!"

Obi-wan winced. "I'm sorry," he said. "I won't do it again."

Qui-Gon sighed and rubbed his brow. "I managed to pull some strings to have you released." He said quietly.

A wide smile immediately spread across the young man's face. "Thank you!" He whooped joyfully. "I won't forget this."

Qui-Gon smiled dryly. "Well, there is a small price to pay."

Obi-wan frowned, bewildered.

Minutes later, he found himself at the stocks and managed to mutter a small, "Oh, God!" before being pelted with fruit.

He quickly ducked his head, automatically wincing as his neck strained against the wood. He heard Qui-Gon laughing lightly in the background and yelled a sarcastic, "Thanks!"

Obi-wan cringed as a potato hit his head – honestly, did these people care about food shortages?

He spat out some seeds and remnants from the fruit as the crowd quickly dispersed in look for more objects to throw at him.

"Oh, that is disgusting." He muttered to himself as he looked down at his spit.

Obi-wan suddenly heard someone clearing a throat next to him and he turned his neck slowly to see who it was.

A young woman with dark, curly hair and warm, brown eyes was standing beside him with a sympathetic smile. "I'm Padmé," she said hesitantly, once realizing that she had been seen. "I'm erm…Lady Ahsoka's maid."

"Right." Obi-wan smiled and managed to stick out a hand that wasn't quite as wet as his other hand. "I'm Obi-wan, although most people just call me idiot."

Padmé giggled and shook his hand. "No, no, I saw what you did." She said. "You were so brave."

"Or stupid," Obi-wan added halfheartedly, adjusting his position on the stocks.

Padmé smiled sadly. "I'm glad you walked away, though. You weren't going to beat him." She stated matter-of-factly.

Obi-wan rolled his eyes. "Oh, I could beat him." He muttered.

"You think?" Padmé asked humorously. "Because you don't really look like one of those big, strong kinds of fellows."

Obi-wan raised an eyebrow. "Er…thanks." He said awkwardly.

Padmé's eyes widened and she shook her head, a flush creeping to her cheeks. "Oh, no, I'm sure you're much stronger than you look!" She reasoned hurriedly. "It's just…well, Anakin's one of those real rough, tough, save-the-world kind of men."

She looked up at Obi-wan and bit her lip. "And you're, well…"

"What?" Obi-wan asked, puzzled.

"You don't look like that." Padmé replied awkwardly.

Obi-wan chuckled softly and gestured to Padmé. She took a small step towards him and he whispered, "I'm in disguise."

A smile slowly spread across the maid's face and she let out a laugh. She quickly composed herself and then continued, "It's great that you stood up to him."

Obi-wan smiled halfheartedly. "You think so?" He asked.

Padmé nodded. "Anakin's a bully and everyone thought that you were a real hero."

"Really?"

Padmé nodded. "Yes." She said sincerely.

Suddenly, the sound of people and children reached Obi-wan's ears and he looked up. Sure enough, the crowd had returned with – sigh – fresh baskets of fruit.

"Um, excuse me, Padmé, but my fans are waiting." He said sarcastically and Padmé grinned. "But of course," she said with a small curtsey and quickly walked out of the way.

She gave a quick wave to Obi-wan and he managed a small toss of a hand himself before a tomato splatted across his face.

•◊•

"Want some vegetables with that?" Qui-Gon asked lightly when Obi-wan sat down at the table to have lunch. He had washed out the remnants of the vegetables and fruits from his hair, but he still felt the slimy juice slide down his back whenever he closed his eyes.

Obi-wan, however, looked up and gave a small laugh as Qui-Gon sat down across from him. "I know you're still mad with me," he said as he took his spoon.

Qui-Gon gave the boy a small smile and said, "Your mother told me to look after you."

Obi-wan nodded with a tight smile and mumbled, "Yes."

"What did your mother say to you about your gifts?" Qui-Gon asked curiously, clasping his hands together on the table.

Obi-wan sighed and put his spoon down. He thought on the question for a minute and then replied slowly, "That I was special."

Qui-Gon nodded. "You are special," he said. "The likes of which I have never seen before."

Obi-wan frowned. "What do you mean?" He asked.

Qui-Gon shrugged. "Well, the use of the Force sometimes requires a great amount of strength and training—it takes years to truly master it. What I saw you do was…almost instinctive."

Obi-wan managed a small smile and returned to his lunch. "What's the point of that if it can't be used?" He mumbled.

The older man sighed. "That, I do not know." He replied. "You are a question that has never been posed before, Obi-wan."

Obi-wan frowned and played around with his food a bit before asking, "Did you ever use the Force, Qui-Gon?"

The physician paused and answered, "Palpatine banned such practices twenty years ago."

That's not really an answer, Obi-wan thought but instead asked, "Why?"

"People used the Force for the wrong end at that time. It threw the natural order into chaos." Qui-Gon replied in hushed, lowered tones. "Palpatine made it his mission to destroy everything that had to do with the Force back then. Even the Force Wielders."

Obi-wan's frown deepened and he dropped his spoon in protest. He had heard of such Force Wielders from people—they were supposed to be the most powerful Force users that the world had ever known. Actually, Obi-wan had heard that the Force Wielders weren't even really human.

"What, all of them?" He asked, eyes wide.

Qui-Gon grimaced. "There was one Force Wielder that he chose not to kill." He said quietly. "He kept it as an example. He imprisoned it in a cave deep beneath the castle where no one can free it."

"Now, eat up. When you finish, you'll have to take a preparation to Lady Glyyn. She needs it for her voice." Qui-Gon said, placing a small, dainty bottle of liquid on the table.

Obi-wan gave a small, reluctant nod and finished up his lunch. He grabbed the bottle and ran out the door. It took a while for him to locate where this Lady Glyyn was. Three servants' worth of directions later, Obi-wan managed to find Lady Glyyn's chambers.

He opened the door and poked his head into the room. When realizing that Lady Glyyn wasn't in there, Obi-wan walked in and placed the preparation on a table. He was just about to leave when something caught his eye.

With a frown, Obi-wan looked down at a small book that was covered with mysterious symbols. He could see leaflets poking out of the book and looking over his shoulder, Obi-wan gently turned it over in his hands. It was bound together by string and though it didn't look like much, the young man couldn't help but to feel strangely spooked by it.

He swallowed and was about to flick it open when he heard the sound of footsteps nearing the room. Obi-wan turned around and quickly shoved the book to where its original spot just as an older, indignant looking woman walked in.

Lady Glyyn, Obi-wan thought to himself as the woman stared at him crossly.

"What are you doing in here?" She asked coolly.

Obi-wan, mind still racing from the book, stammered, "I was…I was asked to deliver this." He grabbed the preparation off the table to show Lady Glyyn. He handed the bottle over to the lady and gave her a small smile, hoping that she hadn't seen him going through her book…or whatever it was.

Lady Glyyn took the preparation and gave Obi-wan a halfhearted, silent smile. She nodded and murmured a small, "thank you".

With that, Obi-wan quickly left the lady's chambers. The second he was sure that he wasn't being watched, he turned around to look at the door. He swallowed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. He was almost sure that he had felt a chill in the room.

Obi-wan shook his head quickly and walked out of the castle. He needed to walk around to clear his head a bit. Obi-wan walked across the square and headed into the market. Immediately, the sound of citizens talking and the call of merchants blocked out his thoughts and Obi-wan let out a small sigh of relief. It felt good to get out of the castle for a minute.

He was just beginning to enjoy himself when a familiar voice yelled, "How's your knee-walking coming along?"

Obi-wan sighed and grinding down on his teeth, forced himself to walk along.

"Oh, don't run away!" Anakin said in a mocking, wounded voice.

Obi-wan froze and finally yelled without looking over his shoulder, "From you?"

"Ah, thank God," the prince said, his voice coming nearer. "I thought you were deaf as well as dumb."

Obi-wan smiled incredulously and said, "Look, I've already told you that you were an ass." He turned around to face Anakin, who still wore the same smirk that he had worn earlier that day. "I just didn't know that you were a royal one."

Anakin shook his head and looked back at the small group of men who were standing behind him.

Obi-wan, unimpressed, continued, "Ooh, what are you going to do now? Get your daddy's men to protect you?"

Anakin let out a small laugh and said, "I could take you apart with one blow."

Obi-wan shook his head with a smile and replied, "I could take you apart with less than that." He couldn't stop himself now. Anakin was beginning to bother him like a flea did to a horse and Obi-wan just had to do something.

"You sure?" Anakin asked cockily.

Obi-wan glared at Anakin and without another thought, he took off his jacket. Anakin's friends laughed and the prince himself grinned gleefully. He turned around to look at one of his friends and Obi-wan flinched as Anakin threw a small mace at him.

"There you go, big man," Anakin said teasingly as Obi-wan bent down to grab the mace.

The prince grabbed his own small mace and started to swing it around his head. "Come on, then," Anakin said expectantly.

"But just to warn you, I've been trained to kill since birth." Anakin continued, casually flicking the mace to his other hand.

Obi-wan gave Anakin a forced smile. "Wow." He said sarcastically. "And how long have you been trained to be a prat?"

Anakin made an exaggerated sighing sound and said, "You can't just talk to me like that."

Obi-wan laughed and replied, "Sorry. How long have you been trained to be a prat, my lord?" He mocked a bow and Anakin smirked, shaking his head.

For a minute, Obi-wan allowed himself to enjoy the moment before Anakin's mace came down at his head.

With a grimace, Obi-wan ducked and quickly backed away. They quickly proceeded into the streets of the market and Anakin called, "Come on, Obi-wan! Come on!"

Obi-wan stumbled backwards and with a start, realized that his mace had gotten tangled in a basket. Cursing himself under his breath, he quickly ripped the mace out and ducked once more as Anakin threw his mace down.

"Whoa!" He yelled as a couple of people were forced to run out of the way. Obi-wan stumbled into a fruit stand and quickly ducked, only this time to see that a fruit was smashed into bits by Anakin's mace.

With a grunt, Obi-wan scrambled out of the way and backed out into a small wood pile.

"You're in trouble now," Anakin smirked.

"Oh, God," Obi-wan muttered and looked up to see the mace swinging mockingly around Anakin's head. He looked around to see that no one else was watching, and discreetly motioned the mace to get tangled into a couple of ropes.

Anakin cried out in surprise and with a grin, Obi-wan stood up and ducked out of harm's way. However, Anakin managed to disentangle his mace from the ropes and ran towards him.

Obi-wan glanced around nervously and calling on the Force again, made a block of wood block Anakin from him.

"Oof!" Anakin grunted as he fell to the ground and Obi-wan grinned. He grabbed his mace and backed up a couple more steps right before Anakin righted himself and swung his mace around.

"Do you want to give up?" Anakin asked, slightly breathless from the fall.

"Do you?" Obi-wan retorted. "Do you? Do you want to give up?"

Anakin backed a couple steps away and Obi-wan watched triumphantly as he stumbled into a couple of bags of flour. Obi-wan turned around to look at the small crowd that had gathered around the two young men and grinned. He was about to turn back to Anakin when he caught sight of Qui-Gon giving him a disproving shake of the head.

Obi-wan's smile faded and suddenly, he felt something hit him hard at the back of his knees. Surprised, he turned around to find Anakin hitting him with a broom. Obi-wan didn't have much time to react after that.

He yelled out in pain as Anakin whapped him in the stomach and hit him on the head with the butt of the broom.

Obi-wan fell to the ground and with a small moan, was roughly brought back up to his feet by a pair of guards wearing the crest of the royal family.

"Wait—let him go." Anakin said suddenly, dropping the broom and Obi-wan startled, staring at the prince.

Anakin walked towards Obi-wan and a strange, puzzled look flit across his face. "He may be an idiot, but he's a brave one." The prince paused and shook his head. "There's something about you, Obi-wan. I can't quite put my finger on it."

A/N: Well, look at that. No, Anakin won't be using the Force, either. Sorry again. But he'll still be the awesome, cocky guy that he always is. Or maybe he WILL be Force sensitive. Who knows? Heh heh heh heh...if you guys have any questions, please feel free to send them to me through PM or leave it in the review. :)

Ahsoka: I have a question.

Me: Yeah?

Ahsoka: Is Obi-wan really...like that? Seriously, I never knew that he had it in him. XD

Me: Again, this story kind of takes place when Obi-wan's a bit younger, (and therefore, more rash and reckless, etc.,) so yeah, I suppose he was a bit like that.

Anakin: *snorts* Can't believe it.

Me: Believe it. XD Oh, and we also met Padmé, the awesome handmaid of Lady Ahsoka Tano.

Padmé: *waves shyly*

Me: Obi-wan? Where are you?

Obi-wan: *wincing* Anakin, you need to stop hitting me with the broom.

Anakin: *shrugs* It was fun! XD

Me: Well, if THAT was fun, then doing the review notice should be just as fun, right?

Anakin: What?

Padmé: *laughs* Go on, Anakin.

Anakin: *moans* Review, give constructive criticism, and don't leave a flame. Done. Bye!

Me: Bye, everyone!