A/N: This is just a reminder that Obi-Wan is only a few years older than Anakin in this story, putting him around 14 years older than Azel. Azel and Anakin are about 9 years apart, of course, and Azel is ~20. If the Obilynn age difference weirds you out, I'm sorry you gotta deal for now *hint hint spoiler cough*

Anyway, someone asked and I wanted to make sure I clarified that again. Thanks for reading!

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Azel allowed the Force to guide her through the Temple. She has to admit, she feels much more confident wandering the halls with someone who actually knows the halls.

When they reached a particularly dark hallway, Azel flickered on her flashlight. She jumped at the sound of a lightsaber buzzing to life. Looking back she saw Obi-Wan holding out his weapon before him, his features glowing blue. Extra light, he'd said.

They walked down a hallway before Obi-Wan stopped in front of a closed double-door, Azel stopping with him. He looked at the doors long and hard as if contemplating something.

"What is it?" She asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.

"I use to come here to meditate," he told her. "Before I lived on Coruscant, I lived with my family on a less populated planet. We were able to see all the stars in the sky, and all the ships that flew close enough."

Azel heard the nostalgia in his voice, and couldn't help but relate. Tatooine is a dustball, but the stars in the sky are something to admire. She remembers when she stargazed as a child, dreaming of a brother she would never know.

Obi-Wan opened the doors, and walked inside with his lightsaber leading the way.

Inside is a room, and nothing more. It has a dome ceiling, and a very small, and tall, stand at the center.

Azel approached it with a frown, and then looked at Obi-Wan. He had closed the doors behind him, and started tinkering with a built-in wall compartment next to the doors.

"Given that this planet is nothing but city lights, it makes it difficult to see the night sky. But the Jedi always thought it would be important to know the geography of the galaxy. So," as he spoke, Obi-Wan removed something small from the compartment and then closed it. He approached Azel and the narrow pedestal. "We had this room to study and admire."

Azel was about to ask what he means, but Obi-Wan beat her to it by placing the object, which is a small translucent ball, on top of the stand before her.

The moment it touched, the entire room lit up.

Azel jumped in surprise, and looked around in awe. The entire room is aglow in a blue light, and floating around them are small and large blue dots. They range from the size of a coin, to the size of her fist.

Obi-Wan shut off his lightsaber, clipping it to his belt. Azel turned her light off as well. "This is our galaxy," he told her proudly.

A large smile lit up Azels features. "This is amazing," she said as she continued to look around. "It's no wonder you came here to meditate." She walked around the room, reaching her hand out to touch the floating stars and planets. Her hand went right through them. Still, the smile never left her face.

"Where are we?" She asked curiously, and looked over to him. Obi-Wan moved towards a spot not far from his position at the center. Azel followed, standing in front of him and a floating orb.

"Right here," he said gesturing to the planet that is right between them, and eye level with her.

"And where is Tatooine?" She asked.

Obi-Wan moved towards the side of the room, nearing the wall, and stopped before a planet and system with two suns.

"Amazing," she whispered, not quite meaning to. Obi-Wan watched her as she reached her hand out and let her fingers fall through her home planet affectionately. She bit her lip in thought.

"This place," she began sadly looking around the room. "It is so wonderful, and it was my brother who-"

"That wasn't your brother," Obi-Wan is quick to reassure. He stepped closer and placed a hand on her shoulder. "He was gone long before that," he told her.

She looked down at the flashlight in her hands, "I'm sorry I came here without telling you, I should've come to you first."

Obi-Wan smiled fondly at her. "You should have," he agreed gently, dropping his hand. "But I'm glad you forced my hand." Azel looked up at this. "Otherwise I may have never worked up the courage to come here again."

The two stared at one another for a long moment, blue eyes locking with blue eyes. Obi-Wan never knew that blue eyes could look so warm. He has seen plenty in his lifetime, his own included, and they all seemed to look the same. But these blue eyes in particular, they're nothing like his own which lost their vibrance due to witnessing just too much. They're nothing like her brothers, who happened to have very expressive eyes in any situation; from the glowing excitement to see the woman he has missed over the years, to hardened and cold when making calculated decisions in war.

Azel stared at him with contradictions. Her eyes defied everything logical about the cool tone. Hers are as bright as the day-time sky; they glow with kindness, dance with fiery ferocity, and radiate warmth. It makes him think of his lightsaber blade and how despite its cold color, is loaded with threatening heat.

His blade could cut him in half in an instant, and Obi-Wan knows that Azel holds the same power in her eyes. She could destroy him, and he would let her if it simply meant she continues looking at him like that.

Azel reached her hand out and took one of Obi-Wans in hers, making his lips part in a silent gasp. He looks down at their interlocked fingers, seeing and feeling Azel squeeze his hand once. He notes how warm she feels, and how soft her skin is. He especially notes how their hands fit together just right, as if they were made to hold the other. Obi-Wan looks back up at his beautiful contradiction, his lightsaber girl.

"Will you show me all the places you visited?" She asked in that angelic voice she possesses. Genuine interest flickered through the Force, as well as some apprehension from fear of rejection.

Now that simply won't do.

"Of course," he told her, squeezing her hand back reassuringly.

Obi-Wan went on to show Azel around the galaxy within the room. Their hands stayed joint together, and their arms brushed as they moved about the room. Obi-Wan told her about the planets he visited, and explained how each star system is different from one another.

"This one here," Obi-Wan walked them over to another system on the far side of the galaxy. He pointed to a planet far from the systems sun. "It was one of the very first missions I went on with my master."

Azel dropped her head to his shoulder, and listened to him tell the story. Obi-Wan dropped his voice to a softer tone when she did this, and noticed she stifled a yawn in the process. However it didn't hide her interest from the topic based on her constant questions about what happened and how Obi-Wan dealt with it.

Once the story was done, and Azel was out of questions, Obi-Wan found his head leaning against hers. He closed his eyes, enjoying the closeness she brought, before he spoke the words they're both dreading.

"We should keep moving," he whispered. "We still need to find out why the Force brought you here."

She squeezed his hand tight, making Obi-Wans heart swell affectionately. "Okay," she said, pulling away. He worried she would pull her hand away as well, but she didn't.

Obi-Wan pulled her along to place away the galaxy orb in the wall. They both relit their sources of light before walking back into the hall.

They traveled a ways through the Temple. They went through corridors, hallways, up and down some stairs, and through a mess hall before Azelynn felt the Force fluctuate and grow stronger in a specific direction.

Azel led them until they ended up outside a smaller hallway. The plaque on the wall states that it is Living Quarters Sector B. The Force flowed strongly in this hallway, and Azel knows instantly that she is almost to her destination.

She started to move, but stopped when she noticed Obi-Wan has not moved with her.

"What is it?" She asked him, stepping closer to him so their arms aren't outstretched between them.

Obi-Wan isn't looking so well in the glow of his lightsaber or her yellow light, in fact he looks rather pale.

"I know where you are going, and I don't know why I didn't see it sooner." He spoke gravely.

Azel frowned, and then looked down the hallway. There are doors staggering from one wall to the other, each one has a plaque with a name on it. The first initial to the first name, and full spelling of their last.

Azels heart skipped in her chest, coming to the same realization Obi-Wan has.

She met his clouded gaze. "You don't have to come," she explained to him while releasing his hand. She tried to ignore the chill she felt without his hand in hers.

Obi-Wan didn't say anything, or even look at her. He simply stared at the floor with a pained expression. She knows this is hard for him. This was his home, his entire life, and now he is reliving it as they walk through the grand halls. 

Azel internally sighed, trying not to feel too guilty. The sooner she does this, the sooner they can leave.

She turned away from him, and began walking down the hall. She scanned each door, looking for one name in particular, and stopped when she found it. Her heart thumped in her chest as she took in each letter.

A. Skywalker

Her brother. This is her brothers room.

She stared at the name for a long time, debating if this is such a good idea. Her brother is dead, and in his place is a man of pure evil, why would she put herself through the torment?

Because the Force has led her here, and for a reason. If not for her own curiosity and desperate need to know who her brother was, then for some purpose within the Force itself. There is something here, something behind that door.

Obi-Wan came up beside her, the hum of his lightsaber loud in the hallway, and its color painting the labeled door a blue hue.

She looked over to him. "Alright?" She asked him in a whisper.

Obi-Wan smiled tightly, and took her hand in his, reclaiming its rightful place. "Now I am."

Despite herself, Azel felt her cheeks tint pink. She bit her lip and looked down to her feet, hiding her face.

Obi-Wan watched her, feeling heavily satisfied that he got such a reaction out of her. He tried not to smile too widely.

"So, your brothers room?" He said, pulling her back to the situation before them.

Azel nodded, looking back up at the door and staring at the name. She gazed at it thoughtfully, but wore a frown on her face. Obi-Wan could see the contemplation in her expression, and understood why.

"Before word spread about the new Sith," she began softly. Azel spoke slowly, seeming to think upon each word before she said them. "I wanted nothing more than to know who my brother was. When I discovered what happened, I mourned him. I fought with myself about ever looking up to him, for ever believing in the Jedi, and for the longest time I didn't understand who I was.

"I made my peace with it, and moved on. I focused on freeing myself from slavery and finding my mother. Up until this point it has worked. I've been pushing the thoughts of him away when I discovered who you were, and when you found out who I am. I'm making it a point to train and be better than him. To be strong enough to find my mother and restore the Skywalker name.

"But now I'm standing here, and none of that seems to matter anymore, because now I am closer to knowing him than I ever have been before. Even after everything that has happened, there is still that part of me desperate to know--desperate to open that door and understand." Azel looked at Obi-Wan, tears shining in her eyes. "But the worst part is that I will know more about him, and still never know him. And I will never know why he did what he did."

Obi-Wan listened to her, and watched her with sympathy and guilt. He can feel her sadness radiate off of her, and it mixes with his own.

The truth is, he knows her brother--knew her brother, probably better than anyone. He didn't want her to know that though, not yet anyway, in fear that she will connect the dots that he may know what happened to her mother.

But... she never even asked if he knew him. If she had outright asked, he would've told her... right? He wants to believe he would. Yes, I knew him he plays in his head but actively leaves out that he raised and trained him. Obi-Wan internally scolds himself for being so deceptive.

Perhaps she already assumes Obi-Wan knew him. She knows Obi-Wan was a Jedi Master, as well as Master Yoda. She probably knows already that they had made acquaintance, but not to what extent. He wonders why she never asked him, but his answer is already there in everything she just said. She's been pushing Anakin aside, trying to be better than him, trying to focus on her now.

Azel shakily pressed the button to open the door, and Obi-Wan is hit with the Force Signature of Anakin. Not Darth Vader, just the pure and untainted Anakin that he remembers from long ago.

Obi-Wan deactivated his lightsaber to lean himself up against the door frame.

Azel gripped his hand tighter and grabbed his arm, awkwardly still holding the flashlight, to steady him. "What is it? Are you alright?" She questions him worriedly.

Obi-Wan nodded his head. He wasn't prepared for that.

Obi-Wan isn't a fool, he knows Anakin rarely ever lived at the Temple, especially after discovering he married Padmè. He doesn't believe Anakin has touched this place since before the Clone Wars, and if he has after that it wasn't often.

Which still begs the question, why did the Force call Azel here? He's beginning to wonder if this is such a good idea.

He wants to voice his concern, but stops himself. For starters, he wouldn't have a good explanation. Aside from that, Azel is already inside.

He followed her carefully and watched her every move. She examined the space with curious eyes. The room is the same layout as any other room in the Temple: a kitchen, living space, bedroom and bathroom. The color scheme is also the same, consisting of grays and whites. Obi-Wan felt the familiarity of it, and remembers his own room in the Temple looking exactly the same.

Azel ran her hand over the back of the couch thoughtfully before letting it fall back to her side. Obi-Wan saw the dust fall from the couch as she pulled away to move towards the bedroom.

"Anything?" He asked her as she moved into the bedroom and examined it.

Azel sighed, shaking her head. She moved over to the wardrobe and opened it. Inside are Jedi tunics in dark colors, consisting of leather and cloth. She ran her fingers over them, feeling the fabric rub against her skin. A small smile crept up to her lips. At least she knows what her brothers taste in clothing is like. Much like her, he opted to pick dark robes. Azel picked them because they are nothing like the colors on Tatooine, maybe Anakin did the same.

She moved over to the desk in the corner. The entire top is covered in little gadgets, mechanical pieces, and small wooden carvings. Azel picked up one of the wooden sculptures, admiring the handy work. It's shaped like a flower, but one Azel has never seen before. It's heavily detailed, and the petals curve and flow elegantly. 

"I should've guessed he would be crafty," she said fondly, thinking about her own love of working with her hands. 

Obi-Wan stood behind her, looking at the small object in her hand. "That's a Nubian flower."

Azel looked over her shoulder at him. "A what?"

"From the planet Naboo." He said, face and voice void of any emotion.

Azel looked back down at it. "Oh," she muttered. "Would it be strange if I kept it?" She asked him casually. She doesn't have anything of her brothers, not even a picture, so to have something of his would make her feel just a little bit closer to him.

When Obi-Wan didn't answer, Azel looked over at him. He is examining the object thoughtfully. "Not at all, but I have an idea. May I?" He held out his hand for the flower, Azel handed it to him.

She watched as Obi-Wan looked over the flower closely, and then moved over to the desk. He took one of the sculpting tools and started grinding a small hole through one of the petals.

"What are you-"

"Trust me," he interrupted calmly.

Azel swallowed and watched him continue his work. Once he was finished, he turned to her. 

"Are you still wearing that necklace I got you?" Azel nodded her head, and pulled it from beneath her robes neckline to show him. "May I have it?"

Azel eyed him skeptically before taking it off and handing it to him. Obi-Wan undid the clasp and then looped the flower through the string. The flower dangled with the Jedi trinket, almost entirely overlapping it. Azel smiled at her charms as Obi-Wan brought the necklace up to her neck and clasped it around her, he is careful not to catch her hair in the process. Azel stared down at the two trinkets fondly. 

"Now you have a piece of your brother always with you." Obi-Wan said, his expression a bit forlorn. 

Azel smiled happily, and gripped the objects tightly. "You're some kind of wonderful, Obi-Wan Kenobi." She whispered without realizing. As soon as she processed the words she spoke, a blush grew on her cheeks. She chanced a look up at him, and saw a soft expression on his face. 

"You're some kind of beautiful, Azelynn Skywalker." He replied, his eyes never once leaving hers. 

The blush only intensified on her cheeks, and the smile grew on her lips.

Before Azel could respond, something occurred in the Force. She felt it surge and pulse around her like electrical waves in the air. The first few seconds it occurred wasn't terrible, but then it intensified and throbbed through her head causing her to gasp and squeeze her eyes shut in pain.

"Azel?" She heard Obi-Wan ask from somewhere. The pulses continued to intensify, making her head feel like it is about to explode. Azel grabbed both sides of her head, and continued gasping out in pain. Her legs began to quake beneath her, and distantly she is aware of falling and being caught by Obi-Wan. 

The pain kept growing, the Force kept pulsing, and her head started to receive shooting pains like a blaster is going through her skull repeatedly. She's vaguely aware that she is screaming now, and that Obi-Wan is trying to talk to her, but the pain is too much.

Then it all stopped. The relief from the pain is instant, but when she opens her eyes she is no longer with Obi-Wan. Instead, she is standing somewhere else in the Temple, and the sun is shining through the windows basking her surroundings in a golden glow. She can feel the warmth from the rays, and the warmth of the Force flowing peacefully.

The Temple looks nothing like it does at night. Jedi walked to and fro, making Azel stare in awe. One person came straight towards her, but Azel didn't see him in time to move away. Luckily she didn't have to, the Jedi walked straight through her like she isn't there.  

Azel couldn't believe her eyes.

But the scene changed quickly, and now she stands before a boy with short blond hair and a thin braid falling over one shoulder. He is wearing Jedi robes, and is looking up at someone behind her. Azel turns around and sees Obi-Wan standing there. He is young, perhaps only five years older than the small blond boy. His hair is far shorter than anything she has ever seen, and there is a youthfulness to his appearance that makes him glow. However his eyes are clouded with sadness.

He approaches the boy and drops down before him to be eye level. They speak, but Azel doesn't hear what they're saying. Based on the pout forming on the little boys lips, it must be something he doesn't like.  

Her surroundings change again. She is standing before the little boy and Obi-Wan again, but this time they are in a room with padded floors. They are sitting cross-legged on the floor facing one another. Still, Azel can't hear a thing. It looks like Obi-Wan is trying to show the boy how to meditate, but the boy is too rambunctious to focus. 

She thinks about the Obi-Wan she knows now, and how he has the patience of a saint. He must've gotten it from somewhere... but even here he is the perfect picture of calm as he tries to get the boy to stop fidgeting. 

Azel is placed in another scene with both boys. This time they are sitting together on a couch playing holochess. The little boy makes a particularly good move, resulting in Obi-Wan reacting with hand gestures and a shake of his head. The little boy throws his head back laughing. Obi-Wan watches him and smiles, his shoulders jolting a little with laughter as well. It warms Azels heart watching them laugh together, and makes her wish she could hear them.

When the scene changes again, and the boy is older. Perhaps the preteen age. He is slightly taller, hair a little longer, and face less gentle. He is holding a lightsaber awkwardly as if he has never used one before. When Obi-Wan walks over from behind Azel, she realizes he actually hasn't. Obi-Wan begins to explain things to him with lots of pointing and demonstrations with his own weapon. The boy swung the lightsaber around a little more, getting use to the weight of it in his hands. 

Now they are on the couch again. The projector is running a film, and the boy has his head in Obi-Wans lap, fast asleep. Obi-Wan is running his fingers through his hair and watching him fondly. After a moment, Obi-Wan moves himself to lift the boy bridal-style and carry him into the other room to tuck him to sleep.

Different scenes continued to play before her eyes, most of them very repetitive. It's a cycle of both boys meditating, sparring, and laughing together as they continue to grow. Despite the repetition, she doesn't feel trapped in the cycle. She knows the Force is showing her this for a reason, and that there is an end and point to it all. 

She feels content watching the two of them. Their closeness reminds Azel of she and Arrin--they do everything together, rely on one another, and are closer than friends. They're family. 

It wasn't until the boy lost his Padawan braid and grew longer hair that Azel realized he looks achingly familiar. 

The familiar man is asleep on the couch now, and Obi-Wan is maneuvering himself off of it, not to disturb the man. He pulls a blanket from a cabinet and lays it over him. Azel smiles affectionately at them. The boy is much too big for Obi-Wan to treat him as he did when he was little and carry him to his room. Obi-Wan says something Azel can't hear before retiring to his own room for the evening. She imagines Obi-Wans soft voice whispering goodnight to him.

Now they're laughing together again. They are somewhere in the Temple that Azel has never seen before. Obi-Wan reaches out and rubs his hand in the mans hair, messing it up thoroughly. The man looks annoyed and swats Obi-Wan away. He says something that makes Obi-Wan laugh a full belly laugh, warming Azels heart and making her smile wider than she ever has before. She's never seen him so happy, or even laugh in such a way before.

"I remember this moment," a voice speaks from behind her. Azel jumps and even gasps out loud in surprise. She turns around to face... the exact man that Obi-Wan is laughing with right now.

She looks back and forth between the two of them before she faces the one staring at her. 

"How are you there? How are you talking to me right now?" Azel asks him nervously.

"The real question is, who are you and why are you here?" He shoots back, his deep baritone flows like smooth silk. There is a small frown between his brows in evident confusion. 

"I don't know why I'm here. I was just--" she cut herself off, unsure if she should tell this... person? Yes, he is real. She can feel his energy, his essence, which is very much alive and present. It's different from the projections the Force created for her to see.

"I am really here if that is what you're wondering," he says, nearly echoing her thoughts. "Just as much as you are. And that is really me, but from a long time ago." He gestures to his Force projection-self.

She knows he is telling the truth, that is not the problem. The problem is that there is something off about him. It could be that he looks familiar and she still can't seem to place why, or it has to do with how his Force signature is... blank. It's there, that much is obvious, but it's also absent. There is no light, like Azel feels in Obi-Wans, there is no dark like she imagines for a Dark Force user, and there isn't a balance of the two. It's almost like it's being hidden behind a wall or pushed aside so his Force energy can't be read. 

"Haven't figured it out yet?" He asks. His tone of voice sends chills down Azels spine. 

"Figured out what?" She questions, hoping he can't actually tell what she is thinking. Azel double-checks that her walls are up securely. They are.

The man moves to stand beside her, staring at the scene that Azel turned her back on. Azel follows his movements by turning to face it as well. Both Force projections have stopped walking and are talking now, Obi-Wan in particular is looking rather amused. 

"He's teasing me about my hair right now," the man informed her, crossing his arms. "He thinks I'm obsessive-compulsive about it."

Azel smiles at the two of them and can't help but ask, "are you?" with a raised eyebrow.

The man gives her a sideways glance before looking back at the memory. "Not as much as he is," he says and just as as he does his memory-self reaches out to attack Obi-Wans hair. Obi-Wan is faster though, and catches the mans wrist. However the man only goes at him with his other hand, and successfully muses the blonds hair. The man begins laughing at Obi-Wans perturbed expression.

Azel giggled watching them, and the man beside her has a hint of a smile on his lips. However, it's gone just as quickly as it came when he looks at her.

"I'll answer your question when you answer mine," he decides.

Azel frowned, thinking about his previous question. "I can't answer your question when I don't know what I'm suppose to figure out-"

"Not that question," he says quickly. "Who are you?"

Oh, that question. "Azelynn," she says automatically. 

"Azelynn what?"

Azel swallows, unsure if she should answer that honestly. She watches Obi-Wan and this man talk together, and smiling. It warms her heart knowing Obi-Wan was once so happy, and part of it had to do with the man standing next to her.

She looks over to him and examines him, trying to figure out how she knows him. Perhaps if she can figure that out, then maybe she can deem him trustworthy. Obi-Wan may have trusted him once, but that was a long time ago. 

"Does Obi-Wan know you're still alive?" She asks him. "You were Jedi together, but they were all killed."

The man sighs and then closes his eyes, rubbing at them with his gloved hand.

"Yes," he says after a moment.

"He's never mentioned a padawan." Azel says curiously. 

"I can't imagine he would," he states bitterly. "You should ask him about it sometime." He grits out. She can see his jaw clenching and unclenching beneath the skin. 

"I just watched the two of you grow up together. You were a big part of his life, why wouldn't he ever bring it up?" She's thinking out loud now, and didn't plan on getting an answer and is surprised when she does.

"Maybe he has but you didn't realize it."

Azel stares at him. He is frowning at the scene from his past now. His arms are still crossed, making his chest look bigger and shoulders more wide. He appears tense, like the scene and conversation are making him uncomfortable.

Perhaps it is. 

"You didn't answer my question," he says, looking her in the eye. His intense gaze surprises her. His eyes are blue, and hold much wisdom and power. They hold something else too, something threatening. Azel looks away, feeling intimidated. 

"I know," she mutters. 

That's when she notices his robes. She has been seeing them his whole time without actually seeing them. She recognizes them. Azel supposes she just saw them when she was doing her impromptu Jedi robe shopping in the Temple. That's not quite right though, she knows them from somewhere else. They're dark, and a mixture of cloth and leather...

Oh.

Oh.

She didn't see them when finding her own robes, she saw them when she opened the wardrobe in her brothers room.

"Tell me yours," Azel demands, voice sounding surprisingly even but sharp.

He is staring at her again, eyes calculating. "Anakin," he says. 

Azel snaps her head away from him, and covers her mouth with one hand. 

"Ah, so he did mention me." Anakin says to her, sounding amused. 

Oh Kriff. Oh Force. This isn't happening. This can't be real. 

"Something like that," she whispers. Obi-Wan failed to mention that his ex-padawan slash best friend slash man he raised also happens to be her own brother as well as-

"Vader," she says aloud looking up at him. 

His face went blank at that, eyes gone cold and void like the name triggered something within him. 

It's then she remembers that he is truly present with her. That one of the most dangerous men in the galaxy is standing next to her in whatever this Force vision is, and she has no way of getting out of it.

"Who are you?" He asks again, voice lowering an octave. She has never heard someones voice drop so low before. It almost sounded robotic. 

And suddenly she knows exactly where she knows him from. She had that dream about him. He choked a pregnant woman and fought Obi-Wan on that burning planet. 

This isn't her brother. This is Darth Vader, the Sith who killed all the Jedi, the face of the Galactic Empire. 

Oh by the Force, I need to get out of here. 

She started backing away from him, but he only followed her. 

"You're the girl Krennic was speaking about from Ryturn," he began as they stepped in time with one another. "He said you were a powerful Force Sensitive, and I didn't believe him until he said Obi-Wan was with you. Why else would Obi-Wan be out causing trouble unless it has to do with the Jedi?"

Azel found herself backed into a wall. She swallowed thickly as Vader stood above her, and placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head. His eyes met hers, and they held something predatory about them, like an animal trapping its prey.

"Is he training a new generation of Jedi?" He interrogated. 

"Just me," she whispered, feeling terrified. Her hands are shaking at her sides and her fear is clear in her trembling voice and the Force around them.

"Why no one else? Why just you? What is special about you? Why are you strong enough to be here with me?" 

Azel doesn't know if she should answer him, but he already knows so much--too much. If she doesn't answer him, he will only grow more angry. If she does answer him, the Empire will have more information and put she and Obi-Wan in danger. 

Azel glanced over at the projected Obi-Wan. The smile hasn't left his face and his eyes are alight with pure happiness. Her heart constricts at the sight of him.

He also completely betrayed you, her mind supplied. 

That doesn't matter right now, she pushes the thought aside. I won't let the Empire win.

Azel stared into the empty pits of Vaders eyes, and glared at him. She summoned all of the Force she could, searching within it for an answer as for what to do. 

Everything in her screamed to fight him, but she doesn't know how. Azel doesn't stand a chance against Vader. Even if she fought him and got away, where would she go?

"Get away from me," she practically growled at him, her voice dangerously low.

Vader smiled at her, he actually smiled. "Good, use your anger. It will make you strong."

He still didn't move, so Azel made him. She shoved him back so hard that he is halfway across the room before she realizes she didn't even touch him. She took that opportunity to run.

She doesn't know where she is going, or if she is even capable of going anywhere with whatever memory or dream she is in, but she runs to the exit at the other side of the room. She makes her way through a corridor, down a flight of stairs, and to another massive corridor before she stops.

Azel pants heavily, trying to catch her breath. She looks behind her to see if he's followed her. If he has, he hasn't caught up yet. She takes a short moment to try and get her breathing under control. She needs to come up with a plan, and a good one. 

Her heart is racing, but she doesn't think it's from the running or adrenaline. Tears sting her eyes, and her stomach is in knots. She's vaguely aware that her hands are still shaking, and her breath is coming out in short trembling puffs. 

Azelynn? She hears a voice call to her. Azel jumps, and almost starts running again, but her mind is faster. She recognizes that voice as none other than Obi-Wans. 

"Obi-Wan?" She says, and looks around her. 

Behind you! His voice calls out in a panic. Azel turns around and jumps at the sight before her. 

There stands a thing in a black suit and mask. It breathes loudly through its mask, air whooshing in and out with robotic breaths. Its eye sockets have hints of read in them, or maybe its her imagination.

Darth Vader, her mind supplies. There were rumors that he walked around in a suit with a respirator, but she didn't believe they were true. She wasn't sure how they could be. However, there he is standing before her. She wonders how he was a clear human one moment and is now this thing the next. 

Azel you need to run, Obi-Wans voice cuts into her thoughts. It is then that she realizes he is speaking to her through her thoughts. She doesn't know how he is doing that, but she can't question it right now.

Azel turns around and runs. She hears Vader chasing after her, and even hears the sound of a lightsaber activating. Azel panics, and lets out an audible whimper before she starts to pump her legs faster down the corridor.

Turn right when you reach the end, mental Obi-Wan guides her. Azel does as she is told, and turns only to find herself running down another long-stretch. 

Where are you taking me? She asks him. 

To me, he tells her. Turn left up here.

Azel does as she is told, and she is beginning to recognize these parts of the Temple. She turns a few more corners and then she is at another corridor, except this time she sees Obi-Wan at the end of it. She stops to let out a sigh of relief. 

However, it is short-lived because Vader is right on her tail. He dove for her when she stopped running. 

Look out! Obi-Wan mind-supplied. Azel jumped out of the way and started running for Obi-Wan, Vader not too far behind her. 

You need to run too! She internally yelled at him. He either didn't hear her or ignored her because he started running at her instead of in the opposite direction. What are you doing?

Trust me.

Azel finds the irony in the statement, but ignores it for the time being. Mostly because she is running for her life, and also because there is still another voice in her head saying I do.

When Obi-Wan finally reached her, multiple things happened at once. The two of them collided into one another, each catching the other. There is a bright flash before they collapse on the floor together. 

Azel realizes two things in that moment, they are safe from Vader and her head is throbbing once more. 

The two of them are panting on the floor of the darkened Jedi Temple. Obi-Wan is the first to sit up and look at Azel. She is curled in on herself and clutching her head.

"Azel?"

"Hurts," she says as she curls in on herself even more. The pain is just as excruciating as when she was thrust into the memories by the Force. 

"Can you stand?" He asks her, but just as the words leave his mouth, Azel falls unconscious.