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Before - Legends You don't forgive someone because they deserve it, you do it because they need it

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction- Before, Saga, and Beyond' started by Hananiah, Mar 24, 2003.

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  1. Hananiah

    Hananiah Jedi Master star 4

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    Summery: Obi Wan feels out of step after his return to the temple after Melida'/Daan and a coucilling brings back unahppy memories
    Disclaimer: I own nothing!!!!
    Spoilers: JA 5,6,7

    Obi Wan Kenobi glanced at his companion "Thanks for coming" the Jedi
    Knight nodded her blind eyes kind. "Obi Wan I came because I want you to get through this"

    The Jedi padawan nodded, his eyes on his hands, which were slightly shaking
    "What If I can't talk about her?"
    His voice took momentum "What if the words get stuck in my throat and I choke on them,
    or Gods what if I cry?"
    Tahl watched the young man struggle then compose himself, she knew the boy wasn't
    expecting an answer and so she allowed him to continue
    'You should be here Jinn' Tahl thought angrily, 'You're his master and he's
    suffering, yet you say nothing' Tahl hadn't missed the worried glances the boy's
    friends shared and her heart ached as
    she remembered how Bant. Garen and Reeft had come to her quarters and asked for intervention
    Yet the boys master continued on she was
    angry at Yoda for allowing it but soon the master had realised the situation
    and had ordered Obi Wan to attend a soul healer.

    The door opened and an elderly human female approached them, her
    wrinkled face kind "Padawan Kenobi?"
    Tahl pointed at Obi Wan, seeing his unease she gave him a gentle push
    towards the door. Once inside the lady motioned to Obi Wan to take a
    seat in the large recling chair, he did so but just as quickly got up, pacing nervously

    "My name is Jarha" the gravelly voice said, the old women didn't seem
    to notice that Obi Wan seemed disturbed of the chair.
    "Now Ben" she continued in a buisness like mannar "Why don't you sit down and we'll start"
    Obi Wan paused but obeyed, sitting next to Tahl.
    When she called him Ben, Obi Wan flinched as physically struck and Tahl had looked
    since she didn't know that this was the nickname Cerasi had given him.
    Jarah looked over at the lad with kind eyes.
    "Would you prefer if I called you Obi Wan?"
    Obi Wan nodded, and offered nothing more. Where had this boy come
    from? Tahl thought 'Where was the happy boy I remembered, she knew
    that in the presence of Qui Gon the boy seemed alot more subdued but never like this.
    He seemed a small figure to Tahl. His head shaved,
    and the ghastly wound on his forehead, his Jedi robes seemed big on
    him and moved without the grace Tahl was accomsted to.
    "Ok let us talk about Cerasi and Neild for a moment" the councillor was saying

    "She's dead. There isn't anything eles to say." Obi Wan said in a dead voice.

    "You cared very much for her" it wasn't a question.
    "Yes"
    The converasation continued this way with Jahra asking questions and
    Obi Wan answering them with one or two words.

    Qui Gon Jinn, wondered about his quarters, Tahl had taken Obi Wan
    out, but had refused to tell him why,for a minute the force pricked
    and a sense of unease assulted Qui Gon. 'Was Obi Wan ill?" panic shot
    through Qui Gon the intensity surprising him. He knew he had been
    distant lately but he had to be sure that Obi Wan was worth trusting
    again. He couldn't belive the ease in which Tahl had forgiven Obi Wan.
    Something fluttered from underneath a pile of datapads,
    obviously whoever had hidden this paper didn't want it to be found.
    Pulling it out he gasped and sank to the floor. The picture was of a
    girl with cristal green eyes and red hair that fell jaggedly to her
    shoulders. Her face was smudged and bloody but the artist had
    captured the essence of the girl. This must be Cerasi, how Obi Wan
    saw her. For a long time Qui Gon stared at the picture amazed that
    Obi Wan could produce something of that standard. He stuffed it into
    his pocket as the door hissed open and Tahl and Obi Wan entered, Obi
    Wan nodded at Qui Gon and then hurridely left. Tahl pursed her lips
    then sat herself on the couch. Once he was sure Obi Wan was in his
    room he pulled out the treasure.
    "Tahl, Obi Wan drew this"
    Tahl inspected the work, her expression between gr
     
  2. lordmaul13

    lordmaul13 Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    Oct 18, 2000
    He gently closed the door, relunctant to touch anything lest it
    change the memories Qui Gon carried in his heart


    Sad. But very good. Ready for the next post. *hopeful look*

    lordmaul13
     
  3. Padawan_Jess_Kenobi

    Padawan_Jess_Kenobi Jedi Padawan star 4

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    Nov 20, 2002
    Very very nicely written. I love this so far! Its so sad, though. :( Yet beautiful. Marvelous job with the emotions, it flows veru well. Great job! :)
     
  4. Hananiah

    Hananiah Jedi Master star 4

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    Jan 15, 2003
    This part is very short but very important in the stages of Obi Wan's heart

    I think I have posted this somewhere else but for the life of me can't remember where so if this sounds familiar tell me

    Obi Wan Kenobi stepped into the cool hallways of the Jedi temple, as always calmness and serenity floated around him, it felt strange to be in the temple again and not be a Jedi, he was wearing civilian clothes, not his jedi robes, but he knew this was it, this was the last sesion he would have with Jahra, she had said he had been doing well, she was beginning to understand his greif, she hadn't asked him about Cerasi again.
    Jahra had been kind and patient with him, and Obi Wan liked her but he would not miss the gentle probing in his mind, the insistant questions she bombarded him with.
    He wasn't the old Obi Wan Kenobi who had grown up in the temple, wasn't the boy who had meditated and ate lunch with Garen and Reeft or talked for hours with Bant.
    He was a different boy now.
    Older, wiser....colder?
    He wasn't sure anymore, the coldness that had taken over his heart the moment Cerasi had died had not left, if anything it had grown and spread through his whole body, but Obi Wan was used to that by now. Obi Wan sat down on the chair that was specifcally for him and dropped his backpack between his feet, he looked up expectantly at Jahra putting on a face that showed nothing, doing the same with his thoughts, creating a fine transparent sheet over his thoughts so she could see what he wanted her to see. He looked at her artlessly.
    Jahra smiled at him "You have come a long way Obi Wan" she said, gently "And I am very proud of you" she looked at her notes, "We have talked over many things but there is one thing I want to go over" Obi Wan's expression slipped a fraction, a black hole had opened inside, she couldn't be talking about Cerasi, please don't be talking about Cerasi, that was the only way he got through a day.
    Jahra looked him straight in the eye
    "I want to talk about Cerasi"
    Obi Wan was paralyzed, he couldn't move, in his mind he could hear the gunshot over and over again , he felt as if Jahra was talking to him from far away
    How could she do this to him?
     
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