25 Obi-Wan's Master [Part 2]

It was just like as he had seen before.

Yan Dooku knew how bright of Light his elder brother was. That said, to first-hand experience the intensity of it and feel how willing it is to consume and destroy is terrifying. The feeling of which made the raven respect his brother's Korun friend, Mace Windu, for being able to stand this actually directed at him.

Sith hells, even at the current moment where Tord did not target them made every single person in the Healing Halls back away as the silvernette came forward towards the dead body of the small opal eyed boy. The Force was crackling in pain, sorrow and anger while something similar— but not—had purple lightning arching around the silvernette and icy cold frost come from Tord.

Clear crystal tears were running down the devil horned man's face and Yan Dooku, along with everyone else, was startled to see what happened next.

A flashing burst of white light appeared and began to glow from both the ground and that of above them. With the light, Tord glowed as he touched the body of Obi-Wan and pulled the boy to his chest.

A sad tearful yet gentle smile marred Tord's face while he lovingly kissed his son's face. Tears were steadily dropping on the boy and the silvernette's feelings could easily be felt which had all that were watching hold in their breaths and hope that whatever happens next that they won't be killed.

Yan Dooku being so near to his nephew's body and the range of the distraught elder, was able to hear Tord say one word— "「Revival」"— and watch as a glowing silhouette of large white wings abruptly appeared and spread out.

Golden light then enveloped not only Obi-Wan's body but every single person that was in the Temple. Warmth and the powerful rush of living energy flowed into everyone's veins. With it, those who were injured were healed. Those who had illnesses were cured. Those who were in long/short periods of coma that rested in one of the Healing Halls wards woke up. Most of all, those who were dead were now back alive and whole—uninjured and as if nothing had happened to them.

The Force which had screamed before in pain, sorrow and agony now sang a bright tune. Then, all of those who were able to witness such a mystifying event watched Tord's wings disperse in a flurry of luminescent feathers and the silvernette slump into unconsciousness as Obi-Wan began to cough while opening cerulean opal eyes and hoarsely say, "Mama???"

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It had been a month now.

It had been a month since Obi-Wan experienced what it meant to die and find how his mother brought him—and along with everybody else—back to life.

Every single person who was within that Temple that day felt his mother's amazing power and with it the damage (the lives which were endangered) Qui-Gon had made was saved. After that day, the Temple's Halls of Healing were cleared out for a few days—all the patients were cured after all and only began to have clients for them after a week��� save for the silvernette which quietly slept in a bacta tank to recuperate after whatever it was that he had done.

Fast asleep in a healing trance while the medicinal properties of the bacta did whatever it had to do, Obi-Wan came to his mother's side whenever he had the free time when he wasn't being instructed by his uncle Yan or his grandfather (Master Yoda). The matter of him getting a new Master was still being discussed but it was obvious enough that his previous mentor Qui-Gon Jinn wouldn't be receiving a Padawan of his own for the foreseeable future after the dreadful incident.

The Force itself now had stopped placing its trust on the tall brown-haired Jedi and Obi-Wan was glad because of it. He was glad because he would be as far away as he could from the man and the possibility of him studying under the tutelage of his uncle or grandfather is now clear to anyone's eyes. For all that has happened, letting him study under either of the two would already be a great boon since he was with family.

Yet, what Obi-Wan wanted was to have his own mother to be his Master.

After all, he knew that it wasn't stated in the Jedi Code nor the laws of the Order that a parent cannot teach their child. There was no written rule that prohibited it.

That for all those years, that he felt that he was lost and was near losing the hope of being a Jedi, it was always the soothing calm voice of his mother which assuaged his fears and gave him the strength to not give up. It was his mom which made him all the more eager and determined to be better and have the qualifications of being a Jedi Guardian like his mom.

"Mama, when would you wake up?" Obi-Wan asked quietly as he pressed his hand against the cool glass of the bacta tank.

Opal eyes waited as if the question he just gave would be answered back by the smooth lilt of an upper class Coruscanti accent and that a beautiful smile appear on the unconscious elder's face. Hearing none, small fists clenched and Obi-Wan pressed himself closer to the glass. His Force signature then pushed itself desperately against the tranquil light that gave no mention of being affected.

"Mama, please wake up. I need you. I need you to still tell me that you love me. I need you to give me more of your hugs. I need you to tell me more stories about our home planet—the one where our blood as an Obelia came from—the one you call Earth. I need you to teach more of our abilities, our tradition, and our culture.

Mama, I need you. I need you please. I love you," the blonde boy begged as he sobbed and used his Force signature to bring the silvernette back to him.

"I need you please. I need you to come back and be my Master."