Reminiscence: A Star Wars Fanfic

Chapter 1

44 BBY
Naboo
Theed Palace

There was a celebration.

Colors, lights, glowing orbs—

Anything that could have been used as a celebratory object was handled as such. As he looked around, he saw people dancing and smiling and cheering.

He produced his own smile in hopes of joining in the feeling.

It failed.

Sure, he could maintain his imagine in public, and that of the Jedi's, but every fiber of his being was crawling with a sickening sense of failure and shame.

Obi-Wan Kenobi's eyes flicked around the crowd. He had been taught to analyze everything. The slightest misplaced humanoid, a rogue weapon, anything that could be used for violence would be treated as hostile until proven innocent. Of course, everyone was whooping with untarnishable delight. That made an odd person someone who was acting normal.

He kept scanning, wanting there to be something physical that he could fight. There had to be someone who would dare challenge this new peace, and he would snuff it out.

Obi-Wan shut his eyes tightly, trying to block the powerful thoughts that pegged him. He reminded himself that the Dark Side was giving him those thoughts and temptations.

Yes, he had been taught to recognize violent situations, but he had been instructed to handle them diplomatically. It was one of the first lessons his master Qui-Gon had taught.

And now he was gone.

Where did diplomacy come into place when it came to the Sith? The monster had struck down Qui-Gon Gin with no remorse, seeking only a temporary quenching to his radical bloodlust.

Despite all his training, Obi-Wan still felt angry. He had been allowed to mourn over his master. Sorrow was tolerated among the Jedi. The belief that the Jedi Master was now one with the Force should give cause to rejoice, or so the Jedi said. But anger was not tolerated. He was angry at the monster, even though Obi-Wan had slain it. He was angry at the those who had abandoned them in their time of need. The Jedi knew there was Sith activity, yet they resolved to only send a single master-padawan unit.

Most of all, Obi-Wan Kenobi was angry with himself. He had no cause to be angry, he knew, but that fury still lingered. He watched helplessly as his master was run through with a red lightsaber. The crystal that powered the light-sword was just as dark and twisted and evil as the creature that had wielded it.

He glanced down. Anakin Skywalker was grinning. The boy was clapping with the crowd enough to be polite but not so much as most of the audience. His padawan braid, the one Obi-Wan had done himself, signified his logic. Now that Anakin was a padawan, he had to hold himself higher that common folk. The boy's arrogance surprised Obi-Wan. Especially for a former slave, Anakin seemed to revel in his abilities.

The idea that he might be the Chosen One had not helped deflate his ego.

The two had grown close in their short time together. Obi-Wan had spoken to Anakin several times before he became his padawan, but their bond as master and apprentice had drawn them closer, and Anakin had confided in Obi-Wan on more than one occasion.

"Master," Anakin had looked up at him inquisitively. "Do you think I will ever become as powerful as Master Yoda?"

They had just left the official induction ceremony of Anakin becoming a padawan. The boy had sported a brand-new braid barely a few centimeters long. "I believe you have the potential for it. Why do you ask?"

At first, the boy had looked hesitant to answer, but Obi-Wan reassured him. "You know you can talk to me, Anakin. What is it?"

Anakin had sighed. "I always wanted to be powerful enough to free my mom and heal Arrai. If I'm as powerful as Master Yoda, I can!"

Obi-Wan had noticed the desperateness in his voice. The way the child averted his eyes, the downcast tone of his voice, all those factors pointed toward a boy who had started out rough. Because of his last, Obi-Wan had a feeling Anakin would do nearly anything to secure a stable future.

The trumpets had faded. The delegates and other important officials were stepping down off the risers. Anakin jumped after Queen Amidala.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan noticed the boy walking close to Padmé. "We are going this way."

Looking a bit disappointed, Anakin followed his master toward the docking bay. The entire way into the ship, Anakin prattled on about the different amusements he had gotten from the singing and dancing of the peace festival.

They had only taken a small ship. It held a few different compartments: a few living quarters, a mutual kitchen, a small living space. It was large enough for the two-day ride back to Coruscant.

"Master," Anakin began, looking at the different controls in the passenger's seat. "Do you think I could see my sister when we get to the Temple?"

Obi-Wan had no definitive answer. "Possibly," he was careful not to get the boy hopeful just in case the scenario was a let-down. "We'll ask first thing when we land."

That seemed to satisfy the padawan.

Two days on a ship could be boring for some, but Obi-Wan found the trip to be a fascinating learning experience for both passengers. Anakin's questions never ceased, and Obi-Wan reflected on many of his teachings and memories.

By the time they arrived, Obi-Wan did not have to fake a smile. He could not honestly say that he was at peace with himself or that he was over the situation, but, with the boy's help, perhaps he could make the most of it.

{A/N:

Hey guys! So... if you've noticed, I'm taking directly from my old books.

Btw, I just saw Rogue One, so I am not emotionally stable.

Also, I wanted to ask if y'all wanted me to give author's notes and commentary. I like telling you guys what I think about my own chapter and what I was going for, but I personally do not like author's notes. I always skip over them and I disregard them. So let me know! Do you want me to give you a small glimpse of what's going on in my head?

Also, I wanted to let you guys know that these short chapters will probably be what most of the books consist of. I'm writing another book where I do much longer chapters, but I want to do really short ones for this book. Let me know what you think: do you think I should try the longer route? Or should I stick to the short and sweet segments?

Thanks guys! And may the Force be with you. After y'all see Rogue One, hit me up! I'm dying to talk about it!

But, until then,

Peace, love, and
~Art}