He was back in the clearing again. Actual dragonflies flew around him, their smooth, colorful reptilian scales contrasting with their pupil-less, insect eyes. It was a magnificent sight, and Obi-Wan couldn't help but smile as he watched one fly up to him, delicate wings moving so quickly they were just a misty blur. When it darted past him, Obi-Wan spun round in an effort to not lose sight of it, only to freeze when he saw the waterfall.

When the water cascaded over the edge, the sound of the water hitting the pool below sent rhythmic and soothing waves through his body, which was a welcome change to the sounds of blaster fire and the sounds of the dying he was used to while fighting on the front lines. The glowing crystals that layered the bed of the pool were also visible beneath the surface of the serene water, blue and green fireflies casting stunning reflections in the ripples. The trees and shrubs that surrounded the waterfall and the vast clearing it was located within rustled in the calm breeze, while rich green and bright blue moss covered the slippery rocks that littered the sides of the waterfall like a patchy blanket.

So many stories were whispered through the wind - so many memories. All of them were filled with laughter, with innocence and love. Times spent playing, hiding and laughing; even swimming mischievously in the dark, stars lining the sky like diamonds on velvet as twin moons shone as bright as suns. Times where he had thought nothing would change. Times where everything had been innocent - times where everything had been perfect.

But that was a long time ago.

Obi-Wan's eyes fell to the ground, his eyes squeezing shut in pain and grief. His fists clenched at his sides, shaking as he tried to regain his composure. Before he knew it, he was whispering the Jedi code to himself, chanting it quietly even though he knew it would do no good. After all, he wasn't like them, like the other Jedi.

He just tried to be.

"Ben." Obi-Wan spun round at the sudden new voice, his azure lightsaber activating in his hands. As soon as he saw her though, his fighting stance relaxed and he lowered his lightsaber.

"Mother?" The women in question smiled at him, oh how he missed that smile, walking across the rich green grass as she did so. She was just how he remembered her, before everything had happened. Her red hair flowed down her back, elegant jewel clips keeping it in place while her sea blue eyes shone with love.

"Hello, my son." For a few seconds Obi-Wan stood frozen, staring at her in disbelief as she walked, as graceful as ever, up to him. "My beautiful boy, how you've grown." His mother lifted her hand to his face, rubbing her soft, delicate fingers across his cheek, a gesture she had done many times before. For a few moments, he leaned into her touch, deactivating his lightsaber as he closed his eyes, cherishing the comfort her touch offered. However, he realized that even if he wanted it to be real, it wasn't. It took him all his inner strength to raise his hand and grab her wrist. He leaned away, tears forming in his eyes, though they didn't fall.

"You're not real. You're not really here. Y-You..." Obi-Wan swallowed, looking straight into his mother's eyes, eyes exactly the same color as his. "You died."

"I know." His mother lowered her hand away from his face, her eyes now sad and full of sorrow. "You have to listen to me. She is in great danger. They are coming for her."

"Who are coming? And who are they coming for?" His mother didn't answer him but instead she turned around and began to walk away, her long sea blue gown trailing through the bright flowers and vibrant grass behind her.

"Wait, Mother!" Obi-Wan called, running after her. When he grabbed her arm, she spun around, her whole body morphing into a swarm of blood red birds; flying higher and higher, up into the sky. Obi-Wan stood there, in the quickly darkening clearing, transfixed as his dream turned into a nightmare. The green grass blackened all around him, ash falling from the skies as the trees burst up into writhing flames that reared up into the sky. The swarm of birds dived and spun, tossing and turning, until they formed a shape all too familiar. The symbol of the Sith.

Obi-Wan woke up panting, his heart racing a hundred miles a minute. He looked around, seeing that Anakin and the rest of the clones were still asleep. The sun was just coming up, pink and purple colored hues lighting up the horizon. Putting his head in his hands, he tried to control his shaky breathing. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Then someone put a hand on his shoulder.

For the record, he did not scream. No, it was more of a surprised yelp – he was just shocked that's all. Whatever the case was, he hoped that Anakin hadn't heard it. He would never hear the end of it. Luckily, it was Ahsoka, who for her part looked quite shocked at his reaction, and if Obi-Wan didn't know better, really concerned.

"Force, padawan! Don't do that, you could of given me heart attack!" he panted, now stood up, leaning on one of the smooth and lean, purple trees. He took a few moments to calm down, Ahsoka still examining him with a troubled gaze.

"I'm sorry Master Kenobi; I didn't think I'd scare you." She explained, walking forward tentatively, as if any sudden movement would startle him again as if he was some kind of spooked animal. Leaning his head back against the tree trunk, Obi-Wan let out an exhausted sigh, bringing a hand up to rub his face.

"Just don't do it again, understand?" Ahsoka nodded in response.

"Of course, Master Kenobi. Are you ok? You didn't have a...nightmare did you?" And just like that, Ahsoka saw Obi-Wan immediately tense, all his carefully constructed walls rising up in seconds. He turned to look at her, an annoyed expression spreading across his normally passive features.

"I'm fine young one, so stop pestering me." Ahsoka almost flinched when he called her 'young one'. He normally only called her that in serious situations but the way he said it this time was as if he was trying to insult her. She felt like he was trying to say you're too young, so stop trying to understand things you know nothing about. Ahsoka hated it when people treated her like a child. Obi-Wan knew that, so why did he deliberately say it that way? Ahsoka had no idea, but Obi-Wan didn't seem to want to tell her either, as he started walking towards the forest with no intention of telling her why.

"Wait, Master Kenobi! Where are you going?" She yelled after him, taking a few steps forward.

"For a walk, I'll be back soon. Do not follow me Ahsoka." Obi-Wan called over his shoulder, the last part sounding more like an order than a request. She watched his quickly retreating form for a long time before Anakin's voice broke her out of her shocked state.

"What's Obi-Wan doing? Where is he going at this hour?" Anakin asked groggily, standing up from his comfy spot on the floor.

"I don't know Master. Said he was going for a walk. I think I may have angered him." Ahsoka replied, face screwed up in concern and deep thought.

"Why, what did you do?" Frowning, Anakin walked over to her, glancing at Obi-Wan as he disappeared into the forest.

"I don't really know that either." Ahsoka paused, taking her time before turning to face Anakin. "Master, I think he may have had a nightmare."

"What do you mean?" Anakin looked as concerned as she did, though she could tell he was trying to hide it.

"He woke up panting – I could sense his distress from the other side of the clearing. If he has been have nightmares, or even visions..." Ahsoka trailed off, looking up at Anakin who immediately caught on to her thoughts.

"It would explain why he's been so distracted lately. And exhausted." Anakin finished for her, glancing back to the forest, Obi-Wan no-where in sight.

"Exactly. What are we going to do? I mean, when I asked him about it just now, he got all defensive and stormed off. I don't think he'll open up to us. Willingly, anyway."

"I don't know snips. I'm sure we'll think of something." Ahsoka didn't look convinced, and Anakin didn't either even though he was the one who had said it.

Obi-Wan strode through the alien forest, twigs and fallen leaves snapping and crunching beneath his leather boots. He wandered aimlessly, not really taking any notice of where he wanted to go except away from Ahsoka's questions. He didn't mean to get angry with her – it wasn't her fault. He shouldn't have gotten angry in the first place, he was a Jedi for crying out loud, one that was part of the Council. No passion, no emotion: that was the Jedi code.

Obi-Wan stopped dead in his tracks, taking a moment to sigh. His fists clenched at his sides, rage coursing through his veins as he eyes slammed shut. Why did his dreams continue to be so damn cryptic? If he knew what he was being warned about, maybe he could do something. The Sith were coming for someone, that was clear, but who?

And then, of course, there was Anakin and Ahsoka. With his past haunting him like a vengeful ghost, he was finding it harder to keep his emotions under lock and key. He was also starting to run out of excuses to tell his former padawan and grandpadawan, his lies and forms of twisted reality no longer satisfying their thirst to know the truth. It was becoming more and more likely they were going to find out about everything that had happened, a past Obi-Wan did not want to share. The whole situation made Obi-Wan's emotions run wild again, his years of training to control his emotions going out the window. He was a General in the Grand Army of the Republic, a Jedi Master but inside?

Inside he felt like a padawan.

Force, he wanted to scream, to roar and yell until his throat went hoarse. He wanted to blame it all on the galaxy, on the Republic, that although he may want to deny it, was just as corrupt and messed up as the Separatists. He wanted to blame the Jedi for being ignorant and arrogant enough to let it get this far, for not seeing the return of the Sith and the war that followed. They were supposed to be peace keepers, for force's sake.

But more than anything, he wanted to go home. For years, he had made the Jedi Temple a place he could call home and equally a place where he could find family. However, blood is thicker than water, and his blood called for him to go home, to his home world; a planet of rich forests and rolling hills, towering mountain ranges and magnificent cities. He wanted to walk among the people, the laughter and the joy. More than that, he wanted to see his brother again.

Obi-Wan let out a deep breath, his body relaxing as he regained control. The more positive emotions of family had helped him gain balance, even if an underlying sense of sorrow and longing was laid underneath them. After a few moments, he opened his eyes but the iris' weren't the normal crystal blue. They were silver. Glowing silver.

He blinked, and just like that, his eyes were back to normal, as if it had never happened. No one saw it, so no one questioned it. Obi-Wan himself just took more deep breaths, leaning his head back and looking up at the purple tinted sky. He would have stayed like that too, relaxed and peaceful, if not for the voices. Specifically, battle droid voices.

"Do you think we'll find anything out here?"

"We're supposed to guard the perimeter against any external enemy forces. What do you think?"

Obi-Wan ran to hide behind a nearby tree, keeping his body low so he wasn't spotted by the droids. There were two of them, both with blasters, and it looked like they were on patrol.

"Err... Yes?"

"Definitely yes. Come on, the General will be arriving soon." The droids began to walk away but knowing he needed to find out how they had found them so fast, Obi-Wan followed them. He didn't know how long he followed them for, but he spent most of his time ducking behind trees and hiding in bushes. If the droids had been paying attention though, they probably would have seen him. They weren't very smart for droids. Obi-Wan didn't complain though.

Eventually, they left the forest, revealing a sight that made Obi-Wan's blood run cold. Two separatists war ships were in the sky, a battalion of battle droids on the ground. It looked like they were using the clearing as a base of sorts. Obi-Wan's feeling of dread only increased when he spotted Grievious' personal fighter ship as it flew down, landing in the centre of the throng of droids. He didn't have to wait long before Grievous emerged.

The Separatist General jumped out of the cockpit, marching with his hands behind his back to the droid commander. As always, his yellow eyes scanned everything, his mechanical limbs making loud clicks with each step he took as his feet hit the ground. Obi-Wan made sure he ducked underneath the vegetation when Grievous' eyes scanned the area he was located in. Knowing he needed a better viewpoint, Obi-Wan began to climb a tree after Grievous had turned his attention elsewhere, climbing high enough into the canopy so he overlooked the whole control platform, which Grievous was heading for.

"Sir, Count Dooku wishes to speak with you." The Commander droid informed.

"Put me through." Grievous ordered, turning to the control panel set up in the middle. Count Dooku's holographic form soon flickered into life.

"Grievous, I assume the preparations for attacking Selencia are well underway?" If the sight of the battle droids and war ships made Obi-Wan's blood run cold, Dooku's question made his heart stop beating within his chest. Obi-Wan knew what Selencia was – it was a planet, his home. And then he realized something else - Giac. This meant he was in danger.

This did not bode well.

The Separatists must be just using this planet as a rondavu point to gather troops and supplies. Selencia was part of the Republic and if taken, would prove a valuable base for the Separatists. You could attack from all directions since Selencia was located in the middle of the galaxy, even before the formidable sky trenches were taken into account. In addition, Selencia was a planet that was incredibly strong with the force, thousands of force sensitives living there making it like a gold mine for the Sith.

Oh, so this was what the dreams were about Obi-Wan realized. When his mother had told him 'they were coming for her', she hadn't been talking about the Sith coming for someone, no, she talking about how they were coming for something – they were coming for Selencia. The planet had just been personified, like how Anakin personified R2 into being male when technically he was an 'it'. Again, he found himself thinking why had the force had to be so cryptic when warning him through his dreams? He could of learnt of this sooner.

"We are on schedule sir." Grievous answered, bowing his head.

"Good because I have another mission for you. Skywalker and Kenobi's ship was damaged when escaping our capture, the hyper drive malfunctioned and sent them into hyperspace. They could be anywhere, including this system. It would be in our favor to keep your eyes open." Obi-Wan didn't like where this was going, especially when a droid interrupted the Count.

"Actually, general, we detected a crashed ship last night." Spinning round, Grievous growled at the droid.

"What! Why didn't you inform me?" Grievous snarled, looming over the much smaller droid.

"Our troops examined the area. There was no one there." It quickly answered, trying to back away. Not that it did much good.

"That doesn't mean they are dead you idiot!" Grievous roared, bashing the droid out of the way. "Get patrols out looking for them NOW!" the Separatist General ordered, pointing to a terrified droid. Obi-Wan decided now was the time to leave. He had to warn Anakin and Ahsoka, and then he had to get R2 to contact Giac. He was about to climb down too, when the branch he was stood on creaked and snapped beneath him. Oh no.

The branch fell from beneath him, cracking loudly as it snapped, sending him falling to the ground. There were a few agonizing seconds where he was freefalling, desperately reaching out for anything to grab onto. Then the force answered his prayers, his hand managing to grab hold of a branch as he fell, his hand reflexively holding onto it for dear life. He hauled himself up with a groan, his arms hanging over the other side of the branch, when he suddenly froze.

Silence.

Looking up, he saw that all the Separatist droids, including Grievous, were staring at him. It was the General who broke the silence, his face set in a snarl.

"Kenobi." Damn. Today was definitely not his day. "Well, what are you standing there for? Kill the Jedi!" Grievous barked, gesturing to Obi-Wan. The Jedi in question eyes widened in fear as dozens of blasters were aimed at him. Thinking quickly, he let himself drop to the ground as dozens of blaster shots hit the spot where we had just been, sending splinters of wood flying in every direction. He pulled his lightsaber from his belt and activated it in one swift motion, blocking further shots that were aimed his way. He backed away, knowing he could not win this battle. Heck, even Anakin wouldn't like these odds.

So he did the only thing he could do: he ran.

He ran back through the thick forest, making sure he went in the opposite direction he had come from as to not lead the enemy to Anakin and Ahsoka. He ducked under blaster shots as he ran, sliding under fallen tree trunks or jumping over them, jumping from rock to rock and even once or twice jumping and using a tree branch to swing to safety. He knew how to run in forests; he'd done it often enough in his younger years for it to come naturally.

Finally, the forest opened up, only to reveal a tall ravine, a sudden drop stopping him in his tracks. A river ran at the bottom, a few rocks falling into it as he stopped at the edge. Seconds later, Grievous and a dozen droids broke through the purple tree line.

"No where to run now, Kenobi. Surrender and I might consider sparing your life." Panting heavily, Obi-Wan turned around to face Grievous, who was slowly making his way towards him like a predator cornering its defenseless prey.

"Whoever said anything about running?" Obi-Wan asked, a smirk tugging on his lips. Then he stepped backwards, off the edge, falling down to the water below. Seeing what he was about to do, Grievous ran to stop him too late, only just seeing Obi-Wan fall into the gushing water far below.

When he hit the water, Obi-Wan nearly gasped in shock at how cold it was. However, years as a Jedi had taught Obi-Wan how to not only control his emotions, but his body too. It was lucky that he managed to keep in control as he didn't resurface immediately, the force of the current pulling him further under and ridding him of the chance to gasp for air.

The problem was that darkness surrounded him on all sides, water rushing past his ears as it carried him further, the fast current preventing him from swimming successfully in any direction. It made his heart pound in his ears as his body started to panic, unable to find an escape to the dark depths of the watery hell. The water had dragged him down to the river bed by now, sand and sediment upturning and spreading through the water like smoke when his body made contact. Obi-Wan tried to grab the hard, jagged rocks that were littered everywhere across the river bed as he was pulled past them, but the current was too powerful and the rocks were too slippery, meaning every time he managed to grab hold, his fingers slipped away, along with his hope.

To make matters worse, the rocks were an even greater danger, threatening to break his bones or tear through his flesh when he crashed into them. In fact, on time Obi-Wan didn't manage to dodge one in time, the savage force of the water pulling his leg across the sharp tip, creating a jagged gash along his leg. Obi-Wan had to fight the instinct to cry out in pain, the wound gushing blood. It all happened in seconds and then he was spinning again, rolling and rushing through the water as it carried him at a precarious speed. All he could think was he was going to drown, that he needed to breathe, he needed oxygen-

Obi-Wan gasped for air as he was suddenly pulled to the surface of the water, his lungs scrambling to fill up with precious air. He desperately tried to stay above the surface, although several times he was nearly submerged again. His eyes instantly searched frantically for something to grab onto, to get him out of the water and onto the banks. The bare, towering walls of the ravine surrounded him on each side of the river, offering no help since they were completely flat, with no places to grab onto. Then, like a miracle of the force, Obi-Wan caught sight of a old, gnarled tree, its branches reaching over the river. He instantly used the force to direct him towards it, finally gaining some control over the strong current. When his body crashed into the branches, his hands successfully getting a strong hold, Obi-Wan let out a deep breath he didn't even know he was holding in.

Exhausted, Obi-Wan barely climbed out of the river and onto the bank, collapsing onto his back as soon as he made it to dry land. A wince of pain escaped him when he moved his leg, causing him to sit up to try and assess the damage. When Obi-Wan pulled away the torn fabric of his trouser leg, wincing at the pain it brought, he grimaced at the sight of the gaping, jagged gash as it bled furiously. Knowing he had to stop the bleeding, Obi-Wan tore away a piece of his tunic, before wrapping it tightly around the wound. After it was done, he collapsed back to the ground, his breathing still rapid and frantic. Cuts and bruises covered his body and at some point he had bashed the back of his head, the wet blood mixing with the cold water that had left his hair, and his clothes for that matter, thoroughly drenched. The fabrics clung to his body just as much as his hair did, and for a moment, Obi-Wan couldn't think how his day could get much worse. He scowled at the violet tinted sky above him, really dreading the trek back to the camp.

It was then that he noticed a large bird was watching him from the safety of a rather tall tree, its numerous eyes staring at him with great intensity.

"I think we can both agree the force hates me, can't we?" He asked it, fully knowing the bird wouldn't answer. Instead, it just tilted it's head at him, letting out a high pitched sqwark. Then it flew off, leaving Obi-Wan alone with his numerous injuries. He realized that even though everything hurt, he had to get back to Anakin and Ahsoka. He couldn't talk to birds all day - he had to get up.

Obi-Wan moved slightly, trying to sit up again but the action only sent jars of pain through his leg, making him grit his teeth to avoid crying out. He collapsed back to the ground, this time slamming his eyes shut.

On second thoughts, maybe he would just stay here for a bit, rest his eyes, catch his breath. Anakin and Ahsoka could look after themselves. He'd get up in a minute...

Once his heart stopped pounding in his ears, that is.

General Grievous looked over the edge of the cliff, down to the river that was rushing far below. He hadn't seen Kenobi resurface, making a part of Grievous think that the Jedi Master had finally perished. However, Grievous had fought Kenobi enough times to realize the Jedi had a hard time at staying dead. The only way to know for sure was to see his corpse and right now, Grievous did not have that luxury.

"Keep searching for Kenobi. I want his body found and at my feet, understand?" Grievous growled at the nearest droid, who nodded nervously. The Separatist General turned around, walking back the way they had come, with his hands clasped behind his back. "And somebody send a group to find their camp. I will not let him ruin everything!" He snarled over his shoulder, slamming his feet down more furiously than he needed to as he walked. He would find Kenobi. The Jedi will not ruin what they had planned: he will see Selencia burn.