My favorite chapter so far. (That I've written.)
The orange flames rose into the starlit sky. It seemed unreal, somehow. And in the middle of the circle of flames lay Siri's body, every detail of her face visible to Obi-Wan. He had spent hours memorizing that face, tracing every detail. He did so again now, for the last time. Had they made the right decision, all those years ago?
Obi-Wan stood off the one side, slightly shaking. He could feel his hands trembling, but did not try to stop them. What was the point of being strong, if he would just become weak? What was the point of even living if he had to carry this great pain? It was times like these, when jedi masters killed unarmed prisoners and bounty hunters killed jedi masters, that Obi-Wan trembled. It was times like these when Obi-Wan thought back to his creche days and the joy of being Qui-Gon Jinn's padawan with sadness and longing. Jedi did not long. It was also times like these, when jedi friends who had been killed lay on the pyre, when everyone who he had known was gone. It was times like these that Obi-Wan Kenobi felt like giving up.
It had been two days since she had been killed, two days since Obi-Wan had returned to the temple as an empty shell. For two days he had haunted the halls of the jedi temple. He had not spoken to Garen or Bant. People had come up to him, giving comfort. he did not want it, and Anakin sent them scurrying away with a glare. Jedi did not scurry.
As Obi-Wan stood there, it was all he could do to keep tears from sliding down his cheeks. Jedi stood around the pyre, in complete silence. Siri's one-time padawan did have tears dripping down her cheeks. And standing there, on a warm summer night, with one of his best friends in ashes, Obi-Wan looked back.
"There's so many of them," Obi-Wan said to Siri with awe. They were alone in the playroom, having been assigned to clean up. The master had ushered the other younglings out the door, calling that she would be back in a few minutes. Siri and Obi-Wan did not like clean-up, and were going to procrastinate as long as possible. Really, the master should have learned from past experience.
Siri agreed wholeheartedly about the stars. "Yeah! Do you believe Master Colin 'bout there being a system for every one?"
"Yup! And I'm gonna be the first one to see them all!" Obi-Wan boasted.
"Nuh-Uh!"
"Uh-Huh!"
"Are not!" Siri crossed her arms. Obi-Wan crossed his.
"Xani said so!"
"He did not! Padawan Xanatos?"
"Yup!" Obi-Wan looked quite proud of himself.
"Humph," replied Siri, apparently deciding that the senior padawan's opinion was to be trusted, and doing a very passable imitation of Master Yoda in the process. She glared for a moment longer, then uncrossed her arms.
Obi-Wan did too, and they went back to stargazing. "I wish I could fly," Siri said suddenly.
"Me too! I could fly away and be among the stars forever!"
"Yup! And you can come too," Siri added generously.
"Let's go now!"
Excited, the two three-year-olds ran around the room, arms outstretched and flapping and making zooming noises. Then, however, Obi-Wan caught sight of a master striding past the doorway. With a surprised squeek, he attempte to stop only to crash into Siri who was looking behind her. Both younglings flew backwars, Obi-Wan landing in a bucket of mop water and Siri landing in the giant pile of blocks.
Obi-Wan tried to get up, only to find out that he couldn't. "I'm stuck!" he wailed.
"I'll help!" Siri scrambld up from the mess of scattered blocks and zoomed over to Obi-Wan. She yanked on his arm, and he sprawled out onto the floor. Siri, however, flew backwards and crashed into the shelf full of the artwork everyone had made out of crystals using the force. It started to tip over. Obi-Wan thrust his hand out, trying to steady it with the force as they had done earlier that day with blocks. However, Obi-Wan had no dea of the enormity of that power. The shelf was shoved back into the wall, and through the wall. It crashed onto the floor on the other sid of the wall, creating a hole to reveal a very aggrieved Master Yoda laying the table for a master and a padawan who both looked quite relieve to escaped the diminuitive master's notorious cooking.
"Xani!" cried Obi-Wan, scrambling past Siri and attatching himself to the surprised eighteen-year-old's knees.
"Hello Obi-Wan," said Xanatos, prying the sopping wet youngling off of the abused joints and lifting him onto his hip. "Why are you all wet?"
Obi-Wan blushed and said nothing. He peered over Xanatos' shoulder at the senior padawan's master. "Hi Master Jinn," he said brightly.
"Hello little one. Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"Nope! Siri and I got cleanup- oops." He looked over guiltily at Master Yoda, who was leaning on his stick threateningly. "Sorry?" Obi-Wan offered.
"Humph! When located near the younglings for protection, destroyed your quarters become. Finally, after about 700 years, figure out why the original owner of these rooms, the bedroom bigger than the kitchen made. Humph!" he limped away towards the open door.
Xanatos and Qui-Gon's eyes were twinkling, and Obi-Wan bubbled with laughter. Yoda turned and glared for a moment, muttering about younglings, then continued his slow process towards the doorway, and safety.
Obi-Wan looked to Siri, who looked quite affronted to have been forgotten, then noticed the creche master standing in the hole to the playroom, one eybrow raised and hands on her hips. With a squeal, Obi-Wan squirmed out of Xanatos' arms, grabbed Siri by the hand, and pulled her out the doorway that Master Yoda had just left through. Xanatos burst into laughter behind them. When the creche master arrived at the dorm, Obi-Wan and Siri were fast asleep.
Obi-Wan came back to reality when something wet dripped onto his hand. It was a tear, shining silver in the light from the flames and from the stars. Obi-Wan still wanted to fly away.
The orange flames rose into the starlit sky. It seemed unreal, somehow. And in the middle of the circle of flames lay Siri's body, every detail of her face visible to Obi-Wan. He had spent hours memorizing that face, tracing every detail. He did so again now, for the last time. Had they made the right decision, all those years ago?
Obi-Wan stood off the one side, slightly shaking. He could feel his hands trembling, but did not try to stop them. What was the point of being strong, if he would just become weak? What was the point of even living if he had to carry this great pain? It was times like these, when jedi masters killed unarmed prisoners and bounty hunters killed jedi masters, that Obi-Wan trembled. It was times like these when Obi-Wan thought back to his creche days and the joy of being Qui-Gon Jinn's padawan with sadness and longing. Jedi did not long. It was also times like these, when jedi friends who had been killed lay on the pyre, when everyone who he had known was gone. It was times like these that Obi-Wan Kenobi felt like giving up.
It had been two days since she had been killed, two days since Obi-Wan had returned to the temple as an empty shell. For two days he had haunted the halls of the jedi temple. He had not spoken to Garen or Bant. People had come up to him, giving comfort. he did not want it, and Anakin sent them scurrying away with a glare. Jedi did not scurry.
As Obi-Wan stood there, it was all he could do to keep tears from sliding down his cheeks. Jedi stood around the pyre, in complete silence. Siri's one-time padawan did have tears dripping down her cheeks. And standing there, on a warm summer night, with one of his best friends in ashes, Obi-Wan looked back.
"There's so many of them," Obi-Wan said to Siri with awe. They were alone in the playroom, having been assigned to clean up. The master had ushered the other younglings out the door, calling that she would be back in a few minutes. Siri and Obi-Wan did not like clean-up, and were going to procrastinate as long as possible. Really, the master should have learned from past experience.
Siri agreed wholeheartedly about the stars. "Yeah! Do you believe Master Colin 'bout there being a system for every one?"
"Yup! And I'm gonna be the first one to see them all!" Obi-Wan boasted.
"Nuh-Uh!"
"Uh-Huh!"
"Are not!" Siri crossed her arms. Obi-Wan crossed his.
"Xani said so!"
"He did not! Padawan Xanatos?"
"Yup!" Obi-Wan looked quite proud of himself.
"Humph," replied Siri, apparently deciding that the senior padawan's opinion was to be trusted, and doing a very passable imitation of Master Yoda in the process. She glared for a moment longer, then uncrossed her arms.
Obi-Wan did too, and they went back to stargazing. "I wish I could fly," Siri said suddenly.
"Me too! I could fly away and be among the stars forever!"
"Yup! And you can come too," Siri added generously.
"Let's go now!"
Excited, the two three-year-olds ran around the room, arms outstretched and flapping and making zooming noises. Then, however, Obi-Wan caught sight of a master striding past the doorway. With a surprised squeek, he attempte to stop only to crash into Siri who was looking behind her. Both younglings flew backwars, Obi-Wan landing in a bucket of mop water and Siri landing in the giant pile of blocks.
Obi-Wan tried to get up, only to find out that he couldn't. "I'm stuck!" he wailed.
"I'll help!" Siri scrambld up from the mess of scattered blocks and zoomed over to Obi-Wan. She yanked on his arm, and he sprawled out onto the floor. Siri, however, flew backwards and crashed into the shelf full of the artwork everyone had made out of crystals using the force. It started to tip over. Obi-Wan thrust his hand out, trying to steady it with the force as they had done earlier that day with blocks. However, Obi-Wan had no dea of the enormity of that power. The shelf was shoved back into the wall, and through the wall. It crashed onto the floor on the other sid of the wall, creating a hole to reveal a very aggrieved Master Yoda laying the table for a master and a padawan who both looked quite relieve to escaped the diminuitive master's notorious cooking.
"Xani!" cried Obi-Wan, scrambling past Siri and attatching himself to the surprised eighteen-year-old's knees.
"Hello Obi-Wan," said Xanatos, prying the sopping wet youngling off of the abused joints and lifting him onto his hip. "Why are you all wet?"
Obi-Wan blushed and said nothing. He peered over Xanatos' shoulder at the senior padawan's master. "Hi Master Jinn," he said brightly.
"Hello little one. Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"Nope! Siri and I got cleanup- oops." He looked over guiltily at Master Yoda, who was leaning on his stick threateningly. "Sorry?" Obi-Wan offered.
"Humph! When located near the younglings for protection, destroyed your quarters become. Finally, after about 700 years, figure out why the original owner of these rooms, the bedroom bigger than the kitchen made. Humph!" he limped away towards the open door.
Xanatos and Qui-Gon's eyes were twinkling, and Obi-Wan bubbled with laughter. Yoda turned and glared for a moment, muttering about younglings, then continued his slow process towards the doorway, and safety.
Obi-Wan looked to Siri, who looked quite affronted to have been forgotten, then noticed the creche master standing in the hole to the playroom, one eybrow raised and hands on her hips. With a squeal, Obi-Wan squirmed out of Xanatos' arms, grabbed Siri by the hand, and pulled her out the doorway that Master Yoda had just left through. Xanatos burst into laughter behind them. When the creche master arrived at the dorm, Obi-Wan and Siri were fast asleep.
Obi-Wan came back to reality when something wet dripped onto his hand. It was a tear, shining silver in the light from the flames and from the stars. Obi-Wan still wanted to fly away.
Me: Okay. I have been begged and begged by rexsgirl123 to write this story. It's a one- shot so don't expect more. Quay!
Quay: Spottedpelt does not own starwars the clone wars only her OCs. Shelby belongs to rexsgirl123.
Me: on with the story before she has my head.
Shelby's pov
As I walked down the school hallway I noticed him. He was standing there at the classroom door talking to one of the teachers. His short hair was obviously dyed blond. His eyebrows were black. His chocolate brown eyes shined as he laughed at something someone else said.
I hadn't realized I had been staring there gawking at him until my teacher told me to go to my seat.
Quay: Spottedpelt does not own starwars the clone wars only her OCs. Shelby belongs to rexsgirl123.
Me: on with the story before she has my head.
Shelby's pov
As I walked down the school hallway I noticed him. He was standing there at the classroom door talking to one of the teachers. His short hair was obviously dyed blond. His eyebrows were black. His chocolate brown eyes shined as he laughed at something someone else said.
I hadn't realized I had been staring there gawking at him until my teacher told me to go to my seat.
Anakin: "Master, there must be some mistake, I mean how come you never told me?" Obi-Wan: "I told you now, didn't I?" Bree waited patiently beside the balcony, near the lake. Her purple skin glistened in the sun. Anakin thought about working side by her side. Then again thought it was a bad idea.
Obi-Wan: "I will leave you two alone to talk."
Anakin: "Bree, right?" Bree: "Yes." says Bree with an English accent.
Droids start attacking, Anakin wishes his master was there with them. Bree immediately turns on her purple lightsaber quickly.
Obi-Wan: "I will leave you two alone to talk."
Anakin: "Bree, right?" Bree: "Yes." says Bree with an English accent.
Droids start attacking, Anakin wishes his master was there with them. Bree immediately turns on her purple lightsaber quickly.