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-Obi-Wan-

"You are strong and wise Anakin, and I am very proud of you. I have trained you since you were a small boy. I have taught you everything I know, and you have become a far greater Jedi than I could ever hope to be."

Obi-Wan smiled in his sleep at this memory, as he waved goodbye to his old padawan. Quickly the scene changed, it moving to that one forbidden planet Obi-Wan would never hope to see again: Mustafar.

The roaring lava echoed in his ears, the clashing of the two lightsabers rang in his head. He wanted to scream to pull himself out of that mess, to bring Anakin to the Light Side, to rewind, and restart, bring balance to the Force.

Sweat began to build up on his forehead, as he saw Anakin lay on the landing pad, angry at him, angry at himself for all the things he's done. He remembered he saw Anakin blacked out, just before he had left the planet's atmosphere, and he knew he wanted to rush out and help him, but it was too late.

He thought back just a moment before Anakin had blacked out, back to what he had said to him.

"You're... You're right. I am no longer the man you trained... I'm better."

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"No!"

Obi-Wan awoke, breathless and drenched in his sweat. He rubbed his hands over his face, sickened with the fact that this kept happening over and over every time he seemed to sleep. He sat up in his bed and threw the blankets off, kicking his legs over to the side, and sitting there.

He sat in deep thought, running his fingers through his sweaty hair, dwelling on the fact that he couldn't get what happened out of his head. Just in a matter of days, several Jedi had been killed, the entire Jedi Order had been vanquished, and the alive ones had been sent into exile, to hide, and only because Anakin decided to join Darth Sidious to save the one he loved. Unfortunately, she had died after childbirth, giving up that there was no point in living. If she had lived, she would go into exile as well, hiding from Darth Vader, Obi-Wan was sure of it.

He sighed. If only Anakin had told me, I would have trusted him, he thought, staring at the ground.

For the past few nights, Obi-Wan had reoccurring nightmares and dreams, either from his old master Qui-Gon Jinn, or from the battle on Mustafar, or the sights of seeing Jedi slaughtered in the Jedi Temple.

He stood up, massaging his temples as he had not gotten sleep in a long time, but lost his balance as he stood up. He regained it, walking to the other side of his home, slipping his Jedi robe on, along with his brown Jedi boots, he walked outside of his hut, which he had found abandoned in the Dune Sea, and found a spot, and sat down. 

Obi-Wan looked up, seeing all of the stars, remembering only a few words Anakin had told him all of those years ago, "I wanna be the first one to see 'em all!" he chuckled at his thoughts, knowing Qui-Gon had heard those words too. 

In the back of his mind, Obi-wan had always been telling himself that Anakin was indeed, the Chosen One, yet however, Anakin had indeed turned to the Dark Side, leaving the Force in darkness, so he had not believed anymore that Anakin was the Chosen One... but what if his child had been? Could he be connected to the prophecy somehow?

Obi-Wan shook his head, in denial of his thoughts. In all honesty, Obi-Wan had been in doubt for quite some time now, and he had just now been upfront about it to himself. Obi-Wan continued to look up at the stars, wondering if Qui-Gon could see him now, or if master Yoda had any contact with him yet, since his training. Obi-Wan closed his eyes, in a deep thought. He began to feel his way through the Force, letting it guide his mind, leaving his thoughts in peace. 

Beautiful memories began to flood his mind, most of them of his childhood with Qui-Gon Jinn, and training Anakin when he was a small boy, and then of course, with Satine. He remembered one of his proudest moments in teaching Anakin when he successfully found his Kyber crystal and created his lightsaber for the first time. Quickly, the scene shifted, the memory faded away, bringing back a memory that he and Anakin shared, yet Anakin was more attached to: Ahsoka leaving the Order. He remembered how angry Anakin was, and how guilty he felt. For several weeks Anakin had felt nothing but remorse, guilt, and betrayal. He huffed, squinting his eyes more, and shaking his head, trying to get rid of those awful memories. 

He had to accept the fact that he was no longer General Kenobi, but instead was indeed a hermit, hiding in the desert, protecting Luke Skywalker, his best friend's son. That was his duty, assigned to him from master Yoda. He would follow master Yoda's directions, and he would be wise about it too, just as he had been about everything else. He would create a new identity for himself, to lose his thoughts about the Clone Wars, and to become a new human being: Ben Kenobi. He chuckled to himself, knowing that it wasn't exactly the most hidden name he could think of, but it would do for right now.

Interrupting Ben's thoughts, he heard a sound, no, a scream, a cry for help. He immediately shot open his eyes, frantically looking about the dark, barren desert. He saw nothing. I must be going insane, he thought, his heart racing. Ben took a deep breath, and returned back to his thoughts, shaking his head, as he knew his mind must've been messing with him. 

Suddenly, he heard it again, that voice. Who was it? Curious, Ben didn't open his eyes this time, and continued further into the Force. He felt around, as if he was an old man searching for his lost glasses. He continued down the path, feeling around, moving towards the voice that grew louder and louder with each step he took into the Force. As he grew closer, he began to realize that the voice was very familiar... A clone?

He trudged more carefully this time, getting closer and closer when all of the sudden he couldn't hear anymore screaming. He opened his eyes, and found himself immersed into the dream. He looked around at his surroundings and saw many clones being slaughtered, one by one, but who? Who was doing this? He got up off of the ground in his dream and found himself walking among cold metal flooring, and many crates surrounded him, full of... holocrons? Immediately he recognized where he was: A Jedi Outpost, he and Anakin used to stop by them all of the time during the Clone Wars, mainly to refuel or change clothes if they needed to. He reached out to one of the clones to ask who they were fighting, but as soon as his hand went to touch him, it went through the clone. I guess they can't hear me either then, he thought, looking at the clones.  

He moved around them diligently, searching for the evil man who were slaughtering them. As he was moving along, that's when he felt an evil tug, a familiar darkness he's only felt before: Darth Vader. Ben whipped around, seeing Darth Vader lifting up many clones with just the shear power of the Force, and twisting their necks around like it was nothing, as if he just had torn blades of grass apart. He gasped, yelling, "No!", running to Vader, to stop him, to stop all of this madness, to bring back Anakin. He pulled out his lightsaber in his dream and lurched forward to Vader and drove his lightsaber into his body and pulled it back out, but Vader didn't budge. He didn't collapse like he expected him to do, but he just stood there, taunting Obi-Wan, like an antelope standing in front of a tiger, the tiger needing to pounce on to it's prey, but he knew it was too far away. 

Vader's yellow Sith eyes turned from the dead bodies, to Obi-Wan, who was now on the floor, panting. Vader knelt down beside Obi-Wan and put his hand on his back, rubbing it. Vader smirked, pleased that he saw his former master kneeling before him.

"It's okay, Obi-Wan. I have the whole situation handled," he remarks. 

Obi-Wan whipped away from Vader, out of reach, holding his lightsaber in his hand. He looked up at Vader, his physical appearance still Anakin, but darker, as he had new armor, and new robes. "Why are you doing this?! What have you done with Anakin?" he asked out of breath, still fearfully shaken.

"Oh don't worry, he's still in here. I'm battling with him every day... he's a good fighter that man. But every time, I'm winning... and I'm doing this... " Vader leaned in closer now to Obi-Wan, his lips close to his ear. "For power."

At that moment, Obi-Wan felt a burning sensation go through his body, as he saw his own lightsaber had been taken from him and stabbed through him by Vader. Obi-Wan took his last vision of Vader, before he collapsed on to the ground, knocked out cold.

Ben's eyes shot open, his body shaking from fear, darkness, and cold. He had never been exposed to that much darkness before. He could feel the cold radiating off of Vader. Whatever happened to Anakin? How could he do this? Thoughts of betrayal kept racing through Ben's mind, as he lay there on the desert sand, shaking, curled up in a fetal position. All of his life he was trained to let go of his fears, to never be afraid, but he never thought he'd be afraid of his friend, now his enemy. 

Obi-Wan lied there with such stricken fear, that he didn't want to move, as he had no idea what to do. Would he contact somebody? Did this actually happen? Did Darth Vader actually murder all of those people? Many thoughts raced through his mind, still oblivious to why everything happened so quickly... he's never felt so much pain, suffering, and power in one sitting before. 

He had dreams like those before in the past, but never so life-like. Why was this happening now? Was it a sign? 

Ben got up from his position, and retreated back inside his hut, to sit, and meditate for the rest of the night, to calm himself, and relieve himself of those harmful memories, and dreams, slipping back into a quiet realm. 

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"Jedi don't have nightmares," -Anakin Skywalker