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I haven't read Jedi Apprentice books for almost 5 years, so forgive me if this seems a little off.
Chapter One: Foreshadow
Obi-Wan Kenobi bolted upright, gasping, choking on his own breath. Shaking his head to clear the fog of sleep from his mind, he glanced around his room frantically.
A soft knock on his door made him jump. He stifled the urge to cry out, to hide.
"Padawan? Are you all right?" Qui-Gon Jinn's familiar voice floated through the relatively thin walls.
Try as he might, Obi-Wan could not shake the feeling of dread that gnawed at him, a feeling that only grew stronger at the sound of Qui-Gon's voice. He found he could not answer his Master's question, which still hung uncertainly in the air.
"Obi-Wan? I'm coming in there," Qui-Gon said worriedly, even as he keyed the door to open. He stepped powerfully into the room, intending to stride straight over to his young Padawan, but stopped as he saw the look on Obi-Wans' face, and felt the fear that pervaded their bond.
"Obi-Wan, what is it? What's wrong?"
Obi-Wan bit his lip, trying to remember exactly why he felt this way. "I'm...not sure, Master. I think...I think it was a bad dream..."
Qui-Gon tread softly over to his apprentice, noting the seemingly involuntary stiffening of his body. What sort of nightmare could have caused Obi-Wan to be so afraid of him? "What happened in this dream, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon inquired as he sat on the edge of Obi-Wans' sleep- couch.
Obi-Wan blinked and shook his head again, more forcefully this time. "I--can't remember," he said, his voice soft with confusion. "I think...something was wrong. You were...wrong somehow...I don't know," Obi-Wan sighed unconcernedly. "I'm sorry to have woken you, Master."
Qui-Gon wasn't ready to drop this night demon that haunted Obi-Wan so readily, but he saw the weariness in his apprentices' eyes and nodded. "Nonsense, I was already awake. Would you like me to stay here with you until you are asleep?"
Coward, Obi-Wan told himself as he nodded to Qui-Gon, who impulsively reached out and squeezed his shoulder.
Obi-Wan bit his lip and closed his eyes, half praying for no more dreams to come. Mercifully, he felt sleep come upon him almost immediately and sighed, giving himself over to it.
Qui-Gon watched as his young apprentices' features relaxed, the worried knot between his eyebrows melting away. He smiled slightly as he felt the peace of sleep through their mental bond, and sent a wave of comfort to Obi-Wan.
He stood, spared one more look at his charge, and strode quietly from the room.
I haven't read Jedi Apprentice books for almost 5 years, so forgive me if this seems a little off.
Chapter One: Foreshadow
Obi-Wan Kenobi bolted upright, gasping, choking on his own breath. Shaking his head to clear the fog of sleep from his mind, he glanced around his room frantically.
A soft knock on his door made him jump. He stifled the urge to cry out, to hide.
"Padawan? Are you all right?" Qui-Gon Jinn's familiar voice floated through the relatively thin walls.
Try as he might, Obi-Wan could not shake the feeling of dread that gnawed at him, a feeling that only grew stronger at the sound of Qui-Gon's voice. He found he could not answer his Master's question, which still hung uncertainly in the air.
"Obi-Wan? I'm coming in there," Qui-Gon said worriedly, even as he keyed the door to open. He stepped powerfully into the room, intending to stride straight over to his young Padawan, but stopped as he saw the look on Obi-Wans' face, and felt the fear that pervaded their bond.
"Obi-Wan, what is it? What's wrong?"
Obi-Wan bit his lip, trying to remember exactly why he felt this way. "I'm...not sure, Master. I think...I think it was a bad dream..."
Qui-Gon tread softly over to his apprentice, noting the seemingly involuntary stiffening of his body. What sort of nightmare could have caused Obi-Wan to be so afraid of him? "What happened in this dream, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon inquired as he sat on the edge of Obi-Wans' sleep- couch.
Obi-Wan blinked and shook his head again, more forcefully this time. "I--can't remember," he said, his voice soft with confusion. "I think...something was wrong. You were...wrong somehow...I don't know," Obi-Wan sighed unconcernedly. "I'm sorry to have woken you, Master."
Qui-Gon wasn't ready to drop this night demon that haunted Obi-Wan so readily, but he saw the weariness in his apprentices' eyes and nodded. "Nonsense, I was already awake. Would you like me to stay here with you until you are asleep?"
Coward, Obi-Wan told himself as he nodded to Qui-Gon, who impulsively reached out and squeezed his shoulder.
Obi-Wan bit his lip and closed his eyes, half praying for no more dreams to come. Mercifully, he felt sleep come upon him almost immediately and sighed, giving himself over to it.
Qui-Gon watched as his young apprentices' features relaxed, the worried knot between his eyebrows melting away. He smiled slightly as he felt the peace of sleep through their mental bond, and sent a wave of comfort to Obi-Wan.
He stood, spared one more look at his charge, and strode quietly from the room.