The 10 year old eyes darted in seemingly every direction at once. Anakin Skywalker had seen many galactic species on his home planet of Tatooine, but Coruscant never ceased to amaze him with the even greater spectrum it held in the upper levels alone! He struggled to overcome his urge to stand and watch while Obi Wan's strides kept him ever pressing forward.
This particular trek through the city was in search of the Selonian, Kren Po. He was said to have information leading to the Sith. After Obi Wan had defeated Darth Maul on Naboo the Jedi, under Yoda's advice, acknowledged the threat of another Sith. Always two, there are. These words rang in the ears of Jedi, young and old alike.
But the Sith were not the only enemy that the Jedi had. Even now a tainted blade spun in the hands of a dark cloaked figure. Black eyes piercd through the crowd, marking the back of the Chosen One. End the younglings and padawans, and the order will cease to exist. The sinister plot was graphed out in Kren Po's mind. He had drawn out his first victim.
Stealing through the crowd, his stealth guided him deftly past the young boy. He lifted his blade just long enough to slit the exposed neck, and in the same moment disappear back into the crowd.
Anakin spun at the sensation of cold steel, his hand reaching for the fresh wound. A shiver ran down his spine at the sight of blood streaking his palm. It wasn't until he felt push of the crowd however that he realized his feet had stopped their pursuit. Forgetting the incident, he wildly scanned ahead for the rusty brown robe of his master.
It didn't take long for him to catch a glimpse of it disappearing into an alley. He quickened his steps to catch up to Obi Wan. As he rounded the same corner, he felt a strong hand take hold of his shoulder. Raising his eyes, he met those of his master. "Try to keep up, young one. Getting lost in Coruscant is not the hardest thing to do."
"Yes, Master." An involuntary shudder once again ran down Anakin's spine, his head tipping back as he felt himself lose his balance. He caught Obi Wan's arm, steadying himself. Obi Wan spun his head back to his padawan, a hint of worry clouding his gaze.
"Anakin?" His red eyebrow raised, his voice carrying over his unspoken question.
"I'm alright, Master. Just out of breath... I believe?" Anakin knew this was not a feeling his body was accustomed to. He was cold save his neck, a fire raging where he had been cut. A tightness crept along his chest, catching his breath in his throat. He was able to shake it off before worrying Obi Wan further.
"We've almost reached the coordinates provided by the council. Keep your guard up. Not all Selonians favor the Jedi, though many do."
"But I thought this one was giving us information that would lead to the Sith?" Anakin raised his tone in question, still unsure about the acceptance the Jedi received amongst different species. He shook his head to try and release the dizziness that was creeping in.
"Yes, that is the transmission we received but... Anakin, is everything alright?" Obi Wan halted, setting one knee on the damp walkway. He placed his large hands on his padawan's shoulders as another cold shudder ran through Anakin's veins.
Sweat trickled down from his forehead. A sense of unease fell heavy between the young Force bond that Master and Padawan shared. "Neck... burns..." In a matter of moments, Anakin's eyes rolled back and he collapsed into Obi-Wan's arms.