Well, since I'm posting this I guess it is full steam ahead for the sequel!

So here is the Epilogue. Hope you enjoy.

The night was peaceful and calm. The wind circled around the Jedi temple, whirling and twirling through the halls, spires and rooms, almost like it was looking for something.

Obi-Wan was getting a glass of water when it came into the quarters. He didn't even have time to react when it swooped on him, rustling his hair and clothing. The glass was dropped and shattered as Obi-Wan threw up his hands in a 'protecting' manner, wondering what the wind wanted. As suddenly as it appeared, the wind left him, going back out the door.

'Come.'

Obi-Wan frowned and looked around, trying to find the voice. No one was there.

'Come, Obi-Wan, come.'

The wind came back and tugged at him again, which was when Obi-Wan realized it was the wind talking. He shrugged it off grumbling, "Alright, alright, I'm coming…" He ignored the broken glass and followed 'the wind,' apparently, out of the apartment.

Through corridors, up stairs, down lifts, around pillars, the wind lead him through the temple. Time seemed to blur and Obi-Wan began tire. "Where are we going?"

"Shh… Come."

"I am, but where are we going?" Obi-Wan sprinted down a corridor, struggling to keep up.

The wind didn't answer but swirled around him before taking off again.

It lead him up the meditation gardens and into the secret clearing, swirling above the small stream. Obi-Wan paused in the clearing. "You brought me here? Why?"

"Come. See."

"See what?" He walked forward to the edge of the stream and peered into the clear water at the rock bottom. "I don't see-"

The water shimmered slightly.

Obi-Wan frowned and peered closer. Something was forming in the water… a picture or something…

"Trust in the Force."

Obi-Wan whirled around. "Master?"

No one was there. He could have sworn he heard Qui-Gon-

The only way to describe it was an explosion of sounds that pierced Obi-Wan's ears. Screams of terror filled his mind and he dropped to his knees and covered his ears, trying to block out the voices to no avail. The screams grew louder before they were replaced with an explosion that seemed to rock the ground beneath Obi-Wan's feet. When he looked up he wasn't in the garden any more. He was kneeling in the dead center of a crash site, with fire and shrapnel surrounding him. People screamed for help, but he couldn't seem to move.

Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut as more sounds filled his mind.

A woman's voice comforted someone, "He may recover… or he may not. It is difficult to say."

"Mysterious, the Force is. Trust it, you must."

Obi-Wan was about to call out in question to Master Yoda when his own voice screamed in his mind.

"What if I don't trust it? It took everything from me!"

"Trust it, you must!"

A younger female voice demanded in a harsh tone "Tion'ad cuyir gar?" Obi-Wan was unfamiliar with the language and did not understand but the voice sent chills down his spine. He opened his eyes and caught a small sight of the woman, but only saw that she was blonde before the scene seemed to melt into a different image.

Qui-Gon stood in front of him, his face different then how Obi-Wan knew it. It was hard, with no friendly light in his eyes and an unwelcome frown. He narrowed his eyes and practically growled, "I have no Padawan."

Obi-Wan screamed.

Qui-Gon sat straight up in bed for no apparent reason. He frowned and tried to recall what he had been dreaming about when a wave of fear and terror came sweeping into his mind from-

Obi-Wan.

He sprung out of his bed and sprinted out of his room and into Obi-Wan's.

The teenager was tossing and turning on his bed, sobbing and crying, the fear just seeming to roll off in waves. Qui-Gon knelt down next to him and shook him, calling to him.

"Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan wake up!"

Eyes flew open revealing a deep gray color as Obi-Wan gasped out. He looked around confused of his whereabouts before seeing Qui-Gon's concerned frown. Then he clung to the man, almost as if he was afraid he would vanish from his sight.

Qui-Gon hugged him, rocking back and forth and mumbling in a soft voice, "It's alright, it was just a bad dream, it's alright, I got you." This continued for several minutes as Obi-Wan sobbed into his Master's arms before he finally calmed down enough to speak.

"I… I'm sorry Ma-master I- I-"

"Shh…" Qui-Gon stroked his fingers through Obi-Wan's short hair, "You're fine, Padawan. It is fine."

Obi-Wan reluctantly pulled out of his Master's safe arms and pulled his knees into his chest. He didn't speak but attempted to release his fears into the Force, with little success.

Qui-gon watched, his heart breaking. He helped Obi-Wan up and led him into the kitchen. He watched his Padawan carefully as he made a cup of tea and handed it to the boy's shaking hands. Obi-Wan quietly sipped his tea, giving time for Qui-Gon to examine his Padawan.

It had been about two years since Obi-Wan had been made Padawan to him and Qui-Gon was a little shocked at the height Obi-Wan had gained. His braid was longer, which made the old Master's heart leap with pride and his skills had improved over the years of training. Meditation problems had been mainly resolved but Obi-Wan would still have a rare nightmare about the unpleasant experience of being trapped in his own mind. This is what Qui-Gon assumed Obi-Wan had just experienced.

"How bad was it this time?" He asked gently.

To his great surprise, the teen shook his head and refused to speak. This was highly unusual. Obi-Wan never had any hesitation about talking to his Master about his dreams before.

"Obi-Wan?"

"I… I can't…"

"Obi-Wan, I'm here to help. What happened?"

"It was… it wasn't my normal nightmare." He set the now empty cup on the table and wrapped his arms around himself. In a soft voice he shakily recited his dream to Qui-Gon, hesitating a few times and pausing to recall exact details. Qui-Gon listened patiently and did not interrupt, sensing his Padawan wanted to get over this quickly as possible.

"-and there was a blonde haired woman who asked me something in… a language I did not recognize. Then-" he suddenly cut off and closed his eyes. He seemed to be debating something in his mind. Obi-Wan whispered, barely audible to Qui-Gon's straining ears, "Then I woke up."

Something had been left out, Qui-Gon knew it. But he also knew that any amount of interrogating wouldn't get it out of his stubborn apprentice. "Sounds like quite a vision."

"It was, Master. I-" Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut, tears threatening to burst again.

Warm and gentle arms hugged him gently as Qui-Gon comforted his apprentice. "Do not dwell on the bad, Obi-Wan. Trust in the Force and everything will work out."

"... How can you be so sure?"

"Because you're here."

Obi-Wan smiled and snuggled closer, closing his eyes. As long as his Master was right beside him, he knew everything would be alright.

As the wind drifted by and the Force gently pulsed, both drifted off into a peaceful sleep, trusting that when they woke, everything would be fine in the Galaxy.

Oh boy...

Tune in next time for: Remember the Force

Sorry, I just had to do that. Final thoughts in reviews please! Any criticism is acceptable (just don't flame. It really helps no one in the long run).