Obi-Wan remained silent. He was not sure why he was acting so out of character, but something was wrong. The dream… the vision had awoken something in him, something he could not explain. "I felt such a connection to him, Master Yoda." Obi-Wan said softly.
"The boy's Master, you were. Why you feel a connection, that is."
At Yoda's statement, Obi-Wan became even more confused. He tried his best to hide his emotions, but couldn't help the shock that echoed in his voice. "I'm the boy's Master?"
"You said it yourself, Obi-Wan." Yoda said as his long green finger pointed out, "You told the boy that, train him, you would. In the vision, the boy's Master, you were." "I don't understand, Master." Obi-Wan admitted again, "How could I train him? The boy was far too old to become a Jedi."
"Far too old?"
"Yes." Obi-Wan nodded. "He had to be older than eight standard years."
"Strange." Yoda agreed. "Too old, to begin training, he would be."
"In my vision, I did, however, tell the boy that it was the Council that gave me permission to train him."
A surprised look overtook the old Jedi Master's face before he quickly regained himself. "Interesting, this is." Yoda spoke softly, "Meditate on this, I must." He paused for a moment, deep in thought, before turning back to the younger Jedi in front of him. "Tell anyone about this, do not. Go, you can, Obi-Wan. Find you when I have answers, I will." Obi-Wan rose and bowed to his Master, slightly disappointed. He had come to Yoda wanting answers but seemed to be leaving with more questions. Obi-Wan could not stop himself from turning back to Jedi, "Master Yoda?"
"Something more to say, you have?" Yoda asked.
"My apologizes, Master." Obi-Wan said softly, "But I must know. Does this mean that the return of the Jedi could be coming? That this boy will be a Jedi? That he may be the answer?"
Yoda remained silent, closing his eyes once again. Obi-Wan could feel the Force spiraling around the old Jedi Master and hoped that with the Force, Yoda would find answers.
It was after a great silence later that Yoda finally spoke again. "Very important, I sense that this boy is. But wait for more answers, we must. Come, I sense more visions will. For now, wait and mediate so that we may find answers, we must. Trying to help us, I feel the Force is."
Obi-Wan nodded as he bowed again to his Master, "Thank you, Master Yoda. I will be patient."
Yoda opened his eyes when he felt that he was once again alone in his room. Only then did he allow his face to become truly concerned. Obi-Wan was not once to become so frazzled with small visions or was he one to have trouble searching for answers. The younger Jedi could usually search the Force for his own answers, but he could not…. but neither could Yoda. The older Jedi had tried, just like Obi-Wan, to call upon the Force to help him, but nothing seemed to give. There were no real answers to the mystery of the boy or Obi-Wan's vision, but one thing was certain. The boy that Obi-Wan saw was…
the Chosen One. The next morning, Padme peeled open her eyes to see utter darkness… and was instantly confused. Recently, she had become accustomed to the darkness that resided with her four walls; after all it was Darth Vader's establishments; but this darkness did not feel like the usual blackness. It seemed to be darker than usual within her room, but her mind refused to piece together an answer of why. She was confused and disorientation due to the state her mind seemed to be in due to her long slumber. She tried to think, but sleep sounded like a more pleasant idea. Brushing away her confusion, Padme settled that maybe the darkness meant she could return to her much needed rest.
That was, until she remembered the cause of her lack of vision, the blindfold.
Instantly, memories of the night before flashed through her mind, reminding her of the strange events that had occurred. She remembered Vader's strange behavior, that he had entered her room but instead of remaining silent, he had somewhat apologized and told her that she could return to work.
Work. I'm allowed to return to work! Sith! How could I forget?
Acting quickly, Padme untied the cloth and threw it onto her bed. She hesitated for a moment before opening her eyes, remembering the reason why she had put the material on in the first place. Darth Vader. Lord Vader was in her bed… or he had been. She was facing him. What if she was still facing him? What if he was still there?
He won't be here! Padme told herself trying to be rational. He has never stayed here before. I have nothing to fear. I need to get ready!
Frantically, she spun herself around to face the clock. 7:15. She had less than an hour until she had to be ready for work. It was going to be close, but she was sure she could make it. Refusing to be late, Padme ran to the fresher, making sure to grab a dress and undergarments before entering. She was not taking a chance of a reenactment with her earlier encounter with Vader after she had showered. The next time that happened, she probably wouldn't be as lucky. After that incident, she promised herself that she would always take clothes into the fresher, because if it happened again, she would surely die.
Pushing the memory to the back of her mind. Padme stripped down quickly and jumped into the shower. The water felt refreshing against her skin and when she began to wash herself, she welcomed the pleasant scent that reminded her of home. It made her feel at ease and peaceful. The scent almost could make her forget that she was in Vader's establishments and not in her apartment.
Vader. Again, the mystery of a man popped into her mind before she could stop it. It seemed like an all too common occurrence recently. Everything seemed to remind her of him. She had always been curious about the Dark Lord of the Sith, but this was becoming borderline obsession. It was almost as if he had taken control of her mind, making sure that he was always there. His imagine lived in every corner and dwindled in every thought. He was taking over her, bewitching her, body and soul, but she was beginning not to mind… at least, in some ways.
Stop. This is dangerous, Padme. She told herself, crushing what she was beginning to think. You need to stop this. After all, remember what he did yesterday.
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