Obi-Wan was not lost, but he still had no idea where he was. The place surrounding him was a mystery and familiar all at the same time. It was almost as if he had been to this place in another life, but no matter how hard he tried; he could not remember where he was. He knew only that wherever he was, it was a place that was filled with sorrow. There were bright flames before him that did not give off any light, but seemed to only add to the darkness. He looked around to the crowd that surrounded him, noting the familiar faces; the Emperor, Master Yoda, Maser Windu, Senator Amidala, and countless others. They were all in deep sorrow. They were all at a loss.
Instantly, the facts clicked within the Jedi's mind. He was at a funeral, but a funeral for whom? Obi-Wan tried desperately to see through the flames, to see the figure of the body that laid within; but when he heard a small cry resonated from beside him, he couldn't help but to stop. He looked down to the small boy that stood beside him. Obi-Wan knew that he had never seen this boy before in his life, but he couldn't stop his actions. Slowly he reached out his hand and placed it on the boy's small shoulder. The boy flinched slightly at the sudden touch before turning to face him. A pair of bright tear filled blues eyes met his gaze and no matter how hard Obi-Wan tried he could not look away. He could not explain it, but he felt such a deep connection for the boy before him. A connection he had never felt in his whole life, not even with his own Master, Qui-Gon.
The boy brought his small hand to his face, wiping away his tears. "What will happen to me now?"
Again, Obi-Wan could not stop his own actions. His hand tightened around the small shoulder. "The Jedi Council has given me permission to train you." Obi-Wan replied softly. "You will be a Jedi." Obi-Wan's eyes flashed open as his body jerked upright waking him up from his slumber. His hands clamped onto the sheets that surrounded his body while his mind began to answer his unspoken question. It was a dream. It was only a dream… but was it? Obi-Wan disagreed with what his mind was telling him. What he saw did not feel like a dream, but he also knew that they were not memories. He had no recollection of that funeral or the small boy. It was all a mystery.
The pounding in Obi-Wan's head was becoming almost unbearable and when he failed to recover any answers within his mind, it only became worse. Tryimg to ignore the pain, the Jedi laid his head into his hands, calling out into the Force for an answer. The imagine of the small blued eyed boy was engraved into his mind making the dream impossible to forget. After receiving no answer from the Force, Obi-Wan pushed himself up from the hard bed and quickly dressed. He needed answers and there was only one person that could help, Master Yoda.
Obi-Wan moved through the Rebel Base quietly, attempting to keep away from the early morning staff that would stop him. Thankfully, the few people that were awake did not seem to notice him and it was with great ease that Obi-Wan made it to Master Yoda's room without a signal stop. The Jedi Master thanked the Force when he felt the small Jedi Master's Force signature on the other side of the door, fully awake.
Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan knocked on the door softly before opening it and slipping into the room. The green Jedi Master sat on a small chair that was on the other side of the room. His legs were crossed and his eyes were closed, showing that he was deep in meditation. Obi-Wan remained still, waiting for the Jedi Master to become aware of his presence.
"Something troubling you, there is, Obi-Wan." Yoda announced. The Jedi Master did not move or open his eyes, but Obi-Wan took his statement as permission to join him.
"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan replied as he crossed the room and took a seat before Yoda.
"Tell me."
Obi-Wan mirrored Yoda as he sat, allowing himself to feel the Force around him. He did his best to hide how much the dream had affected him, but he was sure Yoda already knew. "I have had a dream, I suppose a vision of sorts." Obi-Wan began. "In this vision, I am at a funeral with many others; such as you, Master Windu, Senator Amidala, and the Emperor. There is a crying boy beside me that I comfort. I tell him that he will become a Jedi. That I will train him." Yoda's eyes opened as his hand rose to stroke his chin. "A connection, you feel with his boy?"
Obi-Wan nodded, almost embarrassed by the fact. He was not one to form connections with others or share such a fact with a great Jedi such as Yoda. Even talking to Master Yoda felt like a piece of himself was failing, like he was not the great Jedi he should be."
"Hmmmm." Yoda frowned as his hands folded together. "Careful, you must be, Obi-Wan. To attachments, connections lead. Attachments, the Jedi way, they are not."
The thought seemed absurd to Obi-Wan. He had felt a connection to the boy, but a formed attachment? No. He did not feel that. After all, he had never even met the boy or knew if he truly existed. He could not have an attachment to a boy that he never met or perhaps made up within his mind, "I understand, Master. But I did not feel I had an attachment to the boy, just…" Obi-Wan paused at a loss for words; he was not sure how he felt. Was Yoda right? Did he have an attachment to the boy?
"Hmmmm. Confused you are, Obi-Wan." Yoda stated.
"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan admitted. "This has never happened to me before. I feel that I did not see the future, but the past. But this past has never happened, I have no memory of this event."
"Telling you something, the Force is." Yoda nodded. "Listen you must."
"I understand, Master Yoda." Obi-Wan answered, "But is there nothing I can do?"
Yoda slowly shook his head, somewhat surprised that the usually wise and pacient Jedi had allowed such a vision to shake him. "Take time, these things do." Yoda responded. "Know this, you do."
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