Hey! Sorry for the long wait, I had to try and come up with something to follow chapter 3 and a trial. I don't think I done the best with it but I hope it's ok. Once again reviews are welcome as well as constructive critism. Kind critism, no flaming guys, thanks.

Chapter 4. The first trial.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes to a white ceiling. He opened his eyes feeling fantastic inside; he couldn't say the same for his injuries though. Something just pushed at him to get up.

Wanting, well, needing to get out of his confined prison cell, or professionally known as the Med Bay, Obi-Wan swung his legs over the edge of the bed, the blankets draping over the side, and stood up.

He thought of going for a wonder - and he knew just where he wanted to go.

Satine woke up refreshed and alive on this bright summers morning. Summer in Mandalore was beautiful: The trees were in full blossom of green; traffic was slowed, as people took strolls along the parks or gardens; the sun beamed down upon the palace, it's horizon shining over Sundari.

Getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom, and stopping by the shower, she turned the taps and let the water run out of the hose. She yelped and jumped back as the steaming hot water singed the skin of her hand lightly. Turning the temperature down to a suitable temperature that wouldn't boil her alive, she shed her clothes and stepped into the shower. She let the hot water pour down on her as she soaked her hair. She inhaled the fresh steam as she washed her hair thoroughly. Stepping out and drying herself, she walked back into her bedroom and dried her hair. She didn't feel like putting it up in a bun today. She simply let it hang loose in it's natural curl, just giving it a quick brush to untangle the knots that plagued her soft hair.

The beautiful Duchess decided on wearing her normal midnight blue dress, but just without the head dress. She wanted to feel the wind blow her face and let her hair fly freely for when she went outside on this beautiful summers day.

She strolled out of her room, the two guards who were standing side by side straightening their posture when she was amongst them.

"At ease gentlemen," Satine said gently, giving them a kindly smile. They were quite surprised at the Duchess' choice of not wearing the head dress that she always wore. "You may leave. Get some rest, enjoy your spare time." The guards smiled gratefully at her before turning and marching off. Satine watched their blue robes clad with silver armour vanish around the corner.

Satine then decided that she was hungry. Some good nourishment would ease her now grumbling stomach. Turning and facing the other direction, Satine headed to the dining area.

The huge crystalline doors swung slowly open, revealing a long hallway bathed in light that shone through the stained glass window at the other end. The window, as well as others had pictures of past Dukes or Duchess' - even heroes of Mandalore.

Noticing the balcony door was wide open to the left, she approached the doors and was about to close them, when she spotted a figure standing with its back to her.

It was easily recognizable as a man - and a certain man for that matter. He was fairly tall; just a bit taller than her; had ginger hair, styled into a side fringe, a cream coloured tunic, complete with white but battered generals armour, a red crest on his right shoulder with a lightsaber blade running upwards in the centre - and finally bandages that covered his right wrist, side and leg.

She noticed that he had not turned around. His posture was up right, hands behind his back, fingers laced. He was staring out at the view of the city; sun shining down on him as if a spotlight focused on a celebrity. She made to turn around and leave.

"Don't go." The soft voice gently spome, shattering the silence.

Satine turned her blonde head around, and looked over her shoulder. He had still not turned around. He had known her presence was approaching from when she was outside her room.

"I don't want to disturb you," She responded, still staring at him from behind.

Obi-Wan heaved a deep sigh inwards through his nose before letting it escape past his thin lips.

"Your presence is soothing," He responded in the same tone, still turned away from her, his blue-grey orbs shielded from the sunlight by his pale eye lids. "It calms me."

Sensing something was wrong, she turned her body around fully, facing him completely. "What's bothering you?" She asked him, tentatively approaching him.

Finally reaching him, she stood right beside him.

His eyes were still closed, though his head was slightly dipped as in thought. She leaned on the railing as to get a better look at his face.

He was still the same as when she last saw him on Coruscant, though he had more wrinkles by the edges of his eyes. The eyes were old and worn. Force they had seen so much bloodshed. Obi-Wan was a kind and gentle man; but in war he had to act swiftly and be, sometimes if needed… brutal. He hated what he did, but he needed to protect the galaxy. It was his duty, as a soldier. As a Jedi.

He still looked wonderful though - and the sun that was shining on his face, highlighting his features and pale skin made him look angelic, giving him this unnatural beauty that Satine was positive that many women would find irresistible. In all honesty, Satine found it difficult to resist herself.

"Qui-Gon visited me last night." He answered slowly, his eyes still not focusing on her face.

Her concerned expression turned joyful, her moon like eyes brightened at that name.' Oh Qui-Gon.'

"What did he say?" She asked quickly, her heart leaping in anticipation.

"Nothing that really enlightened me," He responded, his accent heavy with grief and bitterness.

'What had he said to make Obi-Wan like this?'

"What did hesay?" She echoed the question again.

Obi-Wan inhaled again. The wind had drifted a light scent of blossoms towards them. His nostrils flickered as they inhaled the sweet scent.

"He said about Anakin," He answered her. The way he said his name - it was as if he tried not to growl it. He had shakily said the name. What had made Obi-Wan so upset about Anakin. "My own Master, my father, has visited Anakin many times, but not me. Why? Why has he never visited me before now?" He asked himself shakily as tears brimmed his eyes, wetting his bottom eye lashes. His lips trembled, and his upper body shook slightly as he tried his best not to weep.

Satine was shocked. Qui-Gon, who had been a father towards Obi-Wan, had never visited him, but visited Anakin. Obi-Wan saw Qui-Gon as a father. He aspired to be like him. Now Satine saw the betrayal and despair within him that had been bottled up inside him come flooding out. Obi-Wan felt betrayed - she could easily see that. "I - I don't know what to say."

"There's nothing to say," Obi-Wan replied sharply. He turned his head completely away from her. "And there's nothing you can say." The gentle breeze caught his words and carried his whisper towards her ears. Sympathy for the poor man struck her like a slap on the face, or a fist to the stomach. Then it hit her.

"Say, why don't we go for a walk and take this off your mind?" She suggested.

When no response came, she pressed forwards gently. "It will give you time to think," She continued encouragingly. "We can talk about anything you like, or just walk in silence."

Obi-Wan turned his ginger head towards her. For the first time that morning he smiled at her. It wasn't radiant, but in her eyes it was just as beautiful as his other charming grins.

The pair had turned back into the dining room and had breakfast, Satine having a very light meal of fruits and exotics whilst Obi-Wan dined on a piece of Muja fruit and a glass of fresh water.

So later they took a stroll together along the newly fixed gardens. As the two aimlessly wondered, Obi-Wan pointed out a small coffee shop by the street. Linking his arm with hers as her escort, he led her towards it, both of them chatting and happily laughing away as they decided to sit at a table inside, right in the corner, out of the sun and where hardly anyone was. They would be very difficult to recognize should anything happen, and should any suspicous eyes wander and settle on the two.

They ordered a coffee and sat down together, steaming mugs of coffee on the smooth table.

Obi-Wan was still upset about his latest and practically first meeting with Qui-Gon, but the laughing and conversations he had had with Satine brightened his mood immensely.

"So you were going to tell me more about yesterday." Satine said, taking a small sip of her coffee, the strong aroma of coffee beans filled her nostrils as she inhaled.

"Yes," Obi-Wan replied slowly, putting the mug to his lips too. "Qui-Gon said I'd be put to three trials for the next three days, one each night."

"Any idea what these trials are going to be?" She asked him, putting the mug down on the table and leaning forwards out of her seat, her elbows resting on the smooth surface.

"Not a clue," Obi-Wan answered, raising his eye brows. He actually was completely oblivious to these trials, when they would happen, where they would happen, and what on Earth they were. "All I know is that for the next three days, one trial is going to occur; to most likely test my will and devotion."

"I see." Satine said, nodding her head slowly, a serious expression plastered on her face.

Obi-Wan nodded back to her in a silent "yeah.".

Many hours went by, with the couple: the Jedi and the Duchess speaking and strolling along the winding paths, not knowing where they may end up.

Eventually, they ended up at a lake side, the setting sun behind it flashing over the water, making it glisten like millions of diamonds. The orange sky was a perfect fit for the deep blue liquid, and the breeze gently blew along orange, crispy autumn leaves across the grass surface and water.

A tree nearby stood lonely near the water. Obi-Wan and Satine both walked over to it and sat under it, away from the suns heat. They both sat down under it's leaves, their backs pressed up against the bark. They simply settled down and relaxed.

After long hours of blabbering, Obi-Wan had turned around to find Satine asleep next to him, her blonde head resting on his shoulder, blonde locks cascading down from her head and along his shoulder and a quarter of his covered torso.

The sun had completely set now, and the sky was covered in black; grey clouds drifting lazily across the skies. The moon was a quarter shining, illuminating his face in a white light.

Across from him, over by the waters edge, stood a white figure. It was beautiful, strands of light shining off the figure. Obi-Wan slowly stood up, shielding his eyes with one arm, whilst keeping his balance with the other equal. Slowly stumbling and approaching the figure, he noticed that it was a female presence.

He tried reaching out to the figure with the Force, but was pushed back by a presence he felt was oddly familiar.

He squinted his eyes to look closer.

Red hair cascaded down her head and finished between her shoulder blades, her skin was pale, making the light shine off her brighter, completely in contrast to her skin tone and hair colour. No. It couldn't be. She was dead!

"C-Cerasi?" He asked breathlessly, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

The figure twitched slightly, and Obi-Wan reached slightly towards her. She turned around to face him. It was Cerasi indeed. Her features had grown older, around his age still, but she still looked beautiful from when he had been with her back on Melida/Daan.

"Hello Obi-Wan." She said, her gentle voice flowed softly to him.

"H-how Cerasi? You are dead. You were right next to me when you died."

The memory of a thirteen-year-old Obi-Wan and Cerasi came to his mind: the day she was murdered. He still remembered it all; the blaster bolt shooting straight through her chest. He had remembered her body growing cold in his arms as he comforted her about the thought of death.

"The Force took me in," She replied, a small smile lighting up her beautiful face. "I've been with Qui-Gon and have watched you grow into the Jedi you are now."

Obi-Wan couldn't speak. The wind blew gently across them, howling gently as it wisped through the twigs of the trees. Cerasi's copper hair blew across her face.

"Obi-Wan, I know you love Satine, but what about those else you love? You loved me, I figured it out once I joined the Force; you still mourn Siri and love her. Can you keep loving Satine despite those you still love? Are you truly devoted to her?"

"Of course I am!" Obi-Wan answered exasperatedly. He couldn't exactly believe what he was hearing, let alone seeing. But then he remembered what Qui-Gon had said yesterday.

"Really? What about the Jedi?" She continued.

That had Obi-Wan at a stand still. He did truly love Satine, and was deeply devoted to her. He'd do anything for her. But what about his allegiance to the Jedi? He had sworn an oath. He couldn't let that go. He had sworn not to become attached. How he had not been very honest with the Code there. No Jedi was impervious to emotions. Obi-Wan happened to be vulnerable to love. He thought about the shame he would bring to the Order. He would be an embarrassment - sure to be expelled.

But then he remembered what he had said back at the situation on the Coronet.

"Had you said the word, I would have left the Jedi Order."

Then he thought, he could still leave, but at what price? Losing a valuable Jedi during such a dark time? What if the Code was changed? What if he openly admitted it to the council, but negotiated with them? Stuck them in a loop of the fact that even though being in love is illegal within the Order, they need him? He simply came to the conclusion that he was devoted as equally to the Order as he was with Satine.

He pointed at Cerasi and gave her a dark look. "I know what you're trying to do," He began, his voice just as dark. "I see past this fog you have created around me. I'm devoted to my Order just as I am to Satine. Nothing gets in harms way of her or the Jedi. I can, and will control myself."

Cerasi smiled warmly at him, not bothered by him pointing menacingly at her.

"You are a devoted man Obi-Wan. Make sure you stay that way."

Obi-Wan put his hand down and stared straight at Cerasi, giving her a genuine smile.

"I will Cerasi. I may still love you and Siri, but Satine right now fills the vacancy I have inside my heart, for she is alive and well. I failed to save you and Siri, I will not loose Satine."

Cerasi began to fade away into nothingness in front of his eyes.

"Stay strong Obi-Wan."

She evaporated completely before him, leaving a dumb founded Obi-Wan standing shakily on his feet.

"I will see you one day Cerasi." He whispered.

He had seen Cerasi. Was that the test? No. It was Staying strong to Satine and not to stray away for others? He would never! But his Order. He had to stay devoted to one or the other. He loved them both. Now the decision lay before him: Should he choose Honour and duty over love; or choose the Order over Satine?

There we go. I'm sorry it wasn't much of a trial, but maybe that is just the beginning of his first trial hmm... His trial will come, that's part of the beginning. Next is action and of course more on the first trial. I'm sorry, it wasn't like as I had hoped and sorry if it is boring or anything, just needed like a calm slow moving one. I will make it up by posting a better chapter next time guys, and hopefully post it sooner. Oh and thank you, I was shocked and joyful when I noticed 3 chapters and 10 reviews. Thanks guys, review if you like it or have any thoughts or ideas of improvement, it's always taken in and I appreciate it. ;)