Mythicalrelics

#MysticalRelics- Obi shows off some of his special powers near the element that symbolizes his father/mother. Ani enjoys learning more about his crushes background

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Pausing with the glass half raised to his lips, Obi-Wan blinked at the teen sitting beside him. “Come again, could you repeat that?” He questioned, glancing to Mace to see if he had heard right.

Mace however looked as interested in the answer as Anakin did, his chin propped up on his fist as he eyed the two from the leather armchair Obi-Wan recently bought to replace the old one.

“Can you freeze water?” Anakin repeated, swaying lightly on the couch with his palms down on the furniture, his blue eyes focused on Obi-Wan.

Once, that attention would have been unnerving but… well, Obi-Wan had honestly gotten used to the attention if he was frank about it. And Anakin had for the most part learned to temper his powers and not expose too much of it on someone.

Glancing down into his cup, Obi-Wan swirled the water a bit. “I haven’t really tried it,” He mused, frowning slightly. “But ice is water, so it should be part of my powers now that I think about it,” Obi-Wan took a quick sip to wet his throat and then set the glass down on the caff table on the old coaster. “Why do you ask?”

Anakin squirmed a bit. “I was just wondering honestly, cause I was thinking about how you made me fill up those batteries by summoning a lightening charge and focusing it and that made me think about the things you could do,” Mace narrowed his eyes at Obi-Wan and the redhead covered a cough. Yeaaah, he hadn’t cleared that particular activity with Mace before doing it but oh well. “And water is your domain, so shouldn’t ice be part of it?” Anakin continued, oblivious to his master giving Obi-Wan the stink eye.

Sitting back on the couch, Obi-Wan stroked his chin, thoughtfully eyeing the glass as he smoothed his thumb over his facial hair. “There is potential in it. I must admit, I have never tried but…” He paused, lips pursed as he stared at the water in the glass.

The prospect of controlling ice was something Obi-Wan did not think he could do, that seemed more elemental control than what his godly parent had as domain and ice in itself was rigid.

However… maybe he could direct the water and then freeze it?

He could imagine several instances such a thing could be very useful for.

Pulling the water from his glass, Obi-Wan settled it between his hands, controlling it while ignoring Anakin’s excited little gasp.

Anakin had a tendency to like it too much when Obi-Wan did use the inheritance powers that they shared in their bloodline.

It was easy to hold the water trapped like that, as if it was still in a container.

And as if it was clay and not water, Obi-Wan molded it after a thoughtful little hum, shaping the nubian ship they had landed on Tatooine with so long ago. “I don’t think I can control ice, ice is part of the waters domain but its unyielding, ice does not bend but crumble. I make water bend to my control, I am its master so to speak,” He glanced at Anakin first, to see if the other got it then he glanced to Mace. “However, if I give up the control of it…”

Mace looked fascinated, staring at the water as Obi-Wan made it shift through shapes, all from lighsabers, crystals, Jedi he knew and ships that Obi-Wan was aware of before he settled and focused properly as the water settled on Qui-Gon’s shape.

And there Obi-Wan gave up his control, turning the water into ice as he gave up the water.

A light mist rose from it, Qui-Gon’s defined features for all of them to see as the frost smoke rose due to the difference in temperature.

“Wizard!” Anakin gasped, beaming at Obi-Wan as he glanced from the figure to Obi-Wan, blue eyes wide with delight.

Sending the teen a small smirk, Obi-Wan stood and made his way to the kitchen to place the figure in the freezer.

He’d get a case to keep it in, a chilled one. Qui-Gon would get a kick out of it if Obi-Wan could bring it to the halls to show him.

Sometime, to gain anything, you’d have to give up control of something.

Mythical relics. Does Anakin become more possessive of Obi as he gets older? How does he react to Palpatine saying bad things about Obi?

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Reaching out slowly, Anakin brushed the knight’s hair out of his face, watching Obi-Wan sleep slackened face intently.

The dim light from the open door was the only thing filling the dark bedroom, showing Anakin that the other was once more in the thin sleep tunic he tended to favor late at night and it didn’t escape Anakin’s notice that Obi-Wan had a fuzzy blanket with his duvet, keeping the other warm.

‘He must have used too much Force today during his katas and sparrings,’ Anakin noted to himself as Obi-Wan didn’t even twitch at being touch, his cheek slightly cold to the touch. Becoming bolder at the lack of reaction, Anakin let his fingertips trace down to the other stubbled cheek, lingering on the round brown spot near the corner of his lip. ‘He has so many freckles.’

Each time Obi-Wan went out on a mission to a sunny place, he always returned with new freckles Anakin had noticed, not tanning at all like Anakin did. Even master Mace turned darker when they went to a sunny mission, though not by much but it was enough that Anakin could notice since he spent so much time with his master.

And Depa teased their master all the time about it every time she came over for tea or a meal.

But Obi-Wan was so pale, even now Anakin couldn’t help but marvel at how pale the other was compared to what Anakin was used to when growing up on the dust ball called Tatooine.

The Chancellor had said something about it being because of where Obi-Wan was originally from.

The thought of the old man made Anakin’s nose wrinkle and he pulled his hand back, settling it in his lap as he stared quietly at Obi-Wan. He had told the Chancellor that he would be sleeping at Obi-Wan’s quarters today because his own master had a long night ahead of him due to being on the council.

The Chancellor… had been less than flattering about Obi-Wan.

Anakin didn’t like it, he had always been clingy of Obi-Wan and to hear someone talk negatively of him… it wasn’t wizard at all.

It prevented him from sleeping, which was why he was sitting on Obi-Wan’s bedside.

If Anakin was honest, he might have done this anyhow, even if the Chancellor hadn’t unsettled him.

He liked watching Obi-Wan sleep, as creepy as that might sound to some, to see him soft and content.

And he was content, his sleep was good and deep and if he was having dreams as Anakin suspected from the rapid eye movement under his eyelids, they were good dreams and that soothed some of Anakin’s disquiet.

When Anakin first joined the temple, he hadn’t thought much about the Chancellor speaking with him, outside of being flattered that such a powerful man was interested in him. It was of course due to helping Naboo but still!

It had been so wizard and Anakin was only ten and had missed a lot of context in the Chancellor’s words.

He wasn’t ten anymore, he was fourteen and he understood more, his mind had become more mature along with learning to control his powers and maturing to understand more complex things.

Oh, the Chancellor wasn’t overt about it, but Anakin had come to realize that the way the Chancellor worded certain things put Obi-Wan either in a slightly negative or outright negative way, as if he was a detriment to Anakin’s future and powers.

Not that the Chancellor knew about the powers Obi-Wan was helping him understand and control.

Low be that they were both different and knew what they were, that didn’t mean instant control, Anakin very well knew that and so did that poor salle that he had unfortunately almost burned to cinders when Obi-Wan was teaching him to control his powers.

Not that either of them had expected lightening to abruptly appear when Anakin was focusing but… well, they learned.

Obi-Wan was very careful when selecting a private sparring salle these days, often opting to the sky ones.

Staring down at Obi-Wan, Anakin reached out again to gently run the back of his knuckles over Obi-Wan’s cheek again. He felt his breath hitch a bit with surprise and something else when the other leaned into his fingertips, Obi-Wan letting out a soft puff of air over chapped lips. ‘Has… has he always been this pretty to look at?’ Flushing darkly, Anakin snatched his hand away, biting his lips as he stared wide eyed at the knight. ‘Did I always think he was pretty?’

Moddy, I just finished MythicalRelics and omg the chills went down my spine. This was not where I thought that story was going. Woah. So good, but creepy. Really creepy. What does the High Council decide? Are they too dangerous to let out in the public? Or are they to be given the benefit of the doubt? Honestly, I kind of feel like the Jedi High Council doesn’t do well with giving the benefit of the doubt, lol.

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Its not unusual to see Padawan Kenobi hurrying through the halls.

Not outright running but still more than the brisk walk many Jedi employ if they have a purpose to their walk that will lead them to a meeting of some sort.

And for all that he is a senior padawan, padawan Kenobi has a tendency to hurry hither and tither when he has a goal in mind.

And he clearly has it right now, his face focused and a bag over his shoulder that more than likely contains pads for some lessons.

He might be going to some study session, maybe he has some additional or advanced classes he decided to take on or maybe he’s the teacher for some younglings today as senior padawans that are close to their knighthood often get.

And considering the debacle on Naboo, becoming the first Sith slayer in a century, Obi-Wan Kenobi is expected to become a knight any day now, even without completing all his trials.

What has also become less unusual, is Anakin Skywalker.

And the effect that boy has on Kenobi.

“Obi-Wan!” The blond calls out, excited and joyful, his eyes too knowing with too many teeth in his smile, his voice echoing in the halls even without the boy shouting.

The effect is instant, Kenobi skids to a stop, as if frozen, seemingly unable to reject the call as he instead takes a deep breath and then slowly turns, staying in place with a haggered look as the young padawan bounces towards him.

Only to be stopped by a dark hand coming to rest, taming the excited energy that is padawan Skywalker.

Walking at a more sedate pace with Master Windu’s hand on his shoulder, Skywalker still smiles too widely up at Kenobi, the redhead smiling a tad back before bowing slightly.

But to whom, now that is a good question.

“Padawan Kenobi, apologies,” Master Windu murmured, his hand still settled on Skywalker’s shoulder, a chagrined look crossing the boy’s face. “Do you have time for a small chat?” The master of the order questioned, a brow raised with his question.

Seemingly relaxing, his smile spreading a bit more, Kenobi nods. “Of course master Windu, does this require privacy or…” He trailed off, brows raised expectantly.

Shaking his head, his free hand raising in a dismissive motion, Windu spared a thin lipped smile at Kenobi. “No, here is fine. I was wondering if you had time for some private tutoring for Anakin?” He glanced down, his smile growing slightly as the boy grinned up at him while leaning back into the touch on his shoulder. “His powers seem to be growing and I am… woefully uncertain how to handle them I have to admit. You have a handle on your own, could you lend your guidance and council?” Windu went back to peering at Kenobi.

Ah, and here was the other thing that had become common.

The fact that Kenobi and Skywalker were more.

Half-breeds as they called themselves, parents that were… gods.

Though how much people believed in it, that varied.

Some thought that perhaps the parents were avatars of the Force in some way, but gods and goddesses?

Heresy.

Yet it seemed the council, in their infinite wisdom, had accepted some form of that as truth.

What everyone could be certain of, was that Kenobi and Skywalker were peculiar, different.

Many a master remembered a redheaded boy with too many teeth in his smile after all, not too different from Skywalker even if Skywalker was even more unsettling somehow.

Pausing a bit, clearly thoughtful, Kenobi nodded. “I have a period on mondays in the early evening that I don’t use for anything, if that is acceptable, we can set up something then?” He stated, his hands fiddling with the strap of his bag.

Pausing, clearly thinking, Windu slowly nodded. “That would be acceptable. Unless I’m in a meeting I should be available then and Anakin at least should be. I don’t need to be present at every lesson.” He stated thoughtfully, keeping his hand on Anakin’s shoulder as the boy bounced a bit with excess energy.

Nodding, Kenobi looked a lot more relaxed now, either because he knew why or because Skywalker was keeping his powers to himself.

“Is that acceptable to you Anakin?” Windu glanced down at his padawan, stubby braid swinging slightly as it stuck straight out as he looked up at his master. “You would loose out on one of your free periods.” He warned quietly.

“But I get to see Obi-Wan?” The blond questioned, grinning widely when Windu nodded. “Wizard!” He bounced forward, out of his master’s grip, not that Windu was holding on all that tightly, hugging Kenobi around the waist.

Snorting faintly, Kenobi patted the boy on the head, both amused and resigned looking as he shot Windu a look.

The master of the order just smirked.

There were a lot of things the Jedi order had gotten used to lately and would continue to have to get used to.

MythicalRelics – Y’know, I almost pity the Council. Obi-wan and Anakin have just taken their nice, comfortable worldview and shaken it like a toddler shakes a snowglobe. At least a couple of them are probably having a BSOD moment right about now. XD If it’s not too much trouble (and the muses cooperate), could we get a bit of Mace’s perspective on this mess?

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Its not that he doesn’t believe.

Actually, in all honesty, Mace quite easily believes young Kenobi and his words, doesn’t really need Plo to confirm the man’s mental states all that much.

There has always been something different and strange about him, even for a Jedi.

Something that had been tucked away as he grew older, as if he learned to control it but Mace remembers a young redhead that smiled a bit too widely, remembered glowing eyes in the dark and something a bit too knowing in a too young face.

But its still a hard pill to swallow, especially seeing how much power the boy has over Kenobi.

There is much danger in the boy, untrained he’s still powerful, trained he will know how to conduct that power.

So many shatterpoints.

There is power with becoming a Jedi.

Power that goes to some people’s head, its why one of the reasons they take only young people due to teaching them the dangers of abusing such powers.

He knows they are not the only one to take their members on young, several other Force organizations do so too, though many view the Jedi as baby snatchers.

There is after all a reason they do not go to Bardotta.

That is neither here nor there in the current situation.

What matters right now is a young boy with eyes that are far too powerful and a smile too full of teeth, the smell of ozone in the air around him as power practically crackles and the sight of Kenobi on his knees, his own teeth hidden and his eyes glowing faintly.

He’s not sure what the rest of the council is thinking, but he knows what he is as he stands and moves in front of the boy, staring down into blue eyes.

The whispers of how dangerous a path this is, is clear to Mace, how much this boy could damage not only Kenobi but the order.

And yet…

Slowly, Mace knelt down, ignoring Kenobi for now as he trusted Qui-Gon to at least take care of his padawan for now. Instead he offered his own hand to the boy. “Anakin Skywalker, I offer you a place as my padawan,” He stated, ignoring the murmurs behind him and the sound of Depa standing. He was fully focused on the power of those two blue, glowing eyes. “It will not be an easy path if you accept, there will be sacrifices for the future that you do not understand now. But if you accept, I will train you and if you choose to leave, I will guide you to a new path if so desired. But this is your only chance to accept me as your teacher or leave the temple for another path.” He stated sternly.

He left the decision in the boys hands.

Whatever happened here, whatever else, the boy would know that he choose the Jedi order.

Mace had offered him chances.

The chance to say no and go another way, the chance to say yes and decide later on that he wanted to leave with the blessing of the Jedi council or stay, become one of them.

But regardless, Mace offered this former slave child with too much power and too much strength the power to choose.

And maybe, for all that he had the power that practically lived beneath his skin, maybe no one had ever given Anakin Skywalker a choice before.

Because the boy was staring at him with suddenly wide and vulnerable eyes.

Slowly, ever so achingly slow, Anakin Skywalker put his hand into Mace Windu’s, staring at him searchingly.

Whatever he saw, whatever he was looking for, the Tatooine native found it in the Korun’s eyes because he tightened his grip Mace large hand and stepped closer, moving away from Kenobi, who let out a shuddering breath of relief at the distance. “Please, train me.” Anakin stated, almost a tad shyly.

Tightening his grip on the boy’s hand, Mace smiled slightly. “Then welcome to my lineage, padawan Skywalker.” He stated quietly, feeling several shatterpoints suddenly close and die while others opened up, far into the future.

Mythical Relics, does the Council believe him?

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Finally, master Plo stepped back, smiling gently at Obi-Wan. “I apologize for the intrusion Padawan Kenobi, assessments are something the Council has to preform in unique situations as the one we find ourselves in.” He murmured softly.

Nodding, absently rubbing his temples, Obi-Wan watched Plo return to his chair.

He had never liked to have others, outside of Qui-Gon, in his head.

Mental scarring from the attempted mindwipe made his mind fragile to intrusions.

Thankfully, Qui-Gon took pity on him and reached up, resting his hand to Obi-Wan’s temple, a flash of cooling, healing energy crossing his mind quickly but efficiently due to both his experience and familiarity with Obi-Wan’s mind.

It wasn’t something Obi-Wan liked to advertise, the harm the mindwipe had done to him.

He could also feel Anakin cling even tighter to him but was more focused on the council exchanging quiet words, Plo most likely confirming that Obi-Wan was mentally sound.

‘Or as sound as I can be.’ He thought wryly.

Finally, Master Windu shifted forward, the master staring at Obi-Wan with a pinched look on his face. “If we were to accept this, what does that… make you?” He glanced at Anakin and back to Obi-Wan. “Both of you?” Mace added.

Glancing down at the blond clinging to him, feeling Qui-Gon drop his hand back on his shoulder, Obi-Wan shrugged. “I’m a Jedi, that’s all I ever will be. Half-breed and Jedi. My…” Obi-Wan hesitated, searching for words before sighing. “My origins don’t change what I have grown up to be. I do have powers that I could use but…” He paused again.

“Different they are?” Yoda raised his ears, staring Obi-Wan down.

Staring back, Obi-Wan frowned before reaching out his hand to the table to the side.

Slowly, he shifted, taking a deep breath as he extended only his index finger, twitching it lightly.

The Force warped, shifted and out of the mug on the table, water shot and floated in the air with minimal effort.

Obi-Wan drew it to him, swirling it in front of him.

They all watched, some holding their breath and others just gaping as Obi-Wan in moments made the liquid go from mist to ice to fluid to ice again, twisting the ice into sculptures and forms. “My domain is the water, I feel every ocean and every late on every planet in the galaxy,” He murmured quietly, his voice echoing as the green of his eyes shone unnaturally. “I am every ocean. And the water obeys me.” Obi-Wan twitched his finger and the ice shattered, became mist and floated away.

His action left behind eerie silence.

Finally, Plo shifted forward.” And you, young Skywalker?” He questioned into the silence of the room.

Glancing down at Anakin at his hip, Obi-Wan let out a little choked noise when he tilted his head and smiled, the scent of ozone tickling his nose as his knees once more folded.

Faintly he could hear Qui-Gon call his name, feel the man drop beside him.

But more than that he felt Anakin’s hand on his shoulder. “I’m a storm in the making, king of my brethren and they all belong to me,” He leaned in and nuzzled lightly at Obi-Wan. “But that’s okay. You shouldn’t be on your knees for me. That’s bad for you.” Anakin pushed at his shoulder.

Breathing out sharply, Obi-Wan blinked, feeling like the air had been sucked out of him for a few seconds. “…You’re dangerous.” He whispered, trembling faintly.

Anakin was very dangerous, in particular to Obi-Wan.

The boy had too much power over him due to the nature of their being and for some reason, Anakin was king.

Who the hell was his parent, the idea of such a creature terrified Obi-Wan.

Anakin blinked before shrugging. “Uhu. But that’s alright too,” He smiled happily then blinked at the Jedi council. “What happens now?” Anakin asked, a bit of uncertainty entering his blue eyes.

Swallowing heavily, leaning back into Qui-Gon’s grasp as the man was rubbing at his back, Obi-Wan shakily turned his eyes to the council too.

He knew that the questions were far from over, knew there be more for the future. But what kind of future would it be?

Mythical Relics, does the Council know?

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The sun was so warm and nice as it shone in through the large windows of Naboo’s palace, the queen having been generous enough to give the gathered Jedi council a nice room to hear the debrief of the mission.

Oh, did Obi-Wan say debrief?

He meant interrogation.

Or that’s what it felt like he was to be at least, standing in front of the council masters with Qui-Gon at one side and Anakin on the other, the boy holding onto his hand while pressing his head to Obi-Wan’s hip, smiling up at him.

For all the unnerving qualities Anakin had, he was still a child.

If Obi-Wan was honest, he would have preferred to speak to his master before he ended up in front of the council. But the medic had informed the council once Obi-Wan woke up and was safe enough to take off the supports.

And they had wanted an explanations for the obviously almost impossible things both Anakin and Obi-Wan had been doing.

The connection the two shared that had become obvious with Obi-Wan being able to conduct Anakin’s powers to save Qui-Gon.

The thought must have floated across the bond he could feel between himself and Anakin, because the boy let out a soft, inquiring noise. Raising his hand, Obi-Wan gently petted the blond fluff of Anakin’s newly washed hair, soothing the other half-breed before glancing nervously at the council.

Expectant eyes watched him in return, both from the council and from his master, though Qui-Gon was more filled with concern.

He had more than once asked Obi-Wan if he felt strong enough to be on his feet and had also suggested a hoverchair.

Obi-Wan had rejected the proposal, now that he was awake, he was soaking in the power everywhere and healing himself.

“An explanation you have for us, padawan Kenobi, hmm?” Yoda questioned, leaning forward in his hover platform while raising both brows and ears.

It was so odd to be faced to face with the council all in a line in front of him and not the circle.

Obi-Wan had to mentally shake that thought, it was clear that while he was recovering, his thoughts were still spiraling a bit.

He glanced at Anakin and then let out a deep sigh. “Please understand masters, I meant no harm by holding back information, however,” He got that out quickly, before any of the now stiff councilors could inject. “The Jedi believe in the Force, in the dark, the light and the balance. In our code and in justice and law.” Obi-Wan stated.

Anakin was holding onto him, a low thrum of power echoing from the boy and into Obi-Wan, encouraging his healing.

Master Windu raised a brow at the stewjoni native. “Yes, this much stands true.” He made a vague finger motion, a ‘continue’ move.

Pausing, gathering his words, feeling his master gentle support with a the man settling his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, Obi-Wan let out a shaking breath. “Had I admitted what I knew, I would have been branded a heretic, even as a child and sent away from the Jedi order, the one home I knew. Or I would have been locked up to be studied under the guise of my Force visions becoming too much for me.” He continued.

Depa and Adi exchanged disconcerted expression and Plo tapped his long claws on the chair arm.

But none of them argued against the potential of such a thing.

It made Obi-Wan even more sure than ever that his decision had been right.

And it made him worry for the admittance he was about to commit to even more, despite the evidence of such what he and Anakin was.

Squaring himself, drawing comfort from Anakin being pressed to his hip and Qui-Gon’s supporting hand, Obi-Wan plongued in. “We, Anakin and I, are half-breeds. That is not to say we are not human,” He stated quietly, licking his chapped lips as the sun shone so warmly against his skin. “We are half Force gods, our parents were avatars of the Force in some manner and we are the product of their… unison with humans.”

His words rang into the silence of the room, Obi-Wan could hear birds crowing and chirping in the distance.

He could feel the disbelief and shock echoing in the room, he could feel Qui-Gon’s hand tightening on his shoulder before relaxing, the man gently thumbing his shoulder in comfort as Qui-Gon sent a mix of confusion yet acceptance his way and he could feel sweat roll down the back of his neck.

Glancing down, meeting Anakin’s blue eyes, Obi-Wan swallowed. “Though Anakin is… different to me. I don’t know why but he is… more and I don’t understand it. I am beholden to him.” He whispered.

There was a shift, the swish of cloth and Obi-Wan looked back up only to jerk a bit as he found Plo Koon right in front of him.

The kel dor lifted his hand, pausing as it hovered at Obi-Wan’s temple before raising his brows. “May I?” He stated quietly. “I need to gauge your… levels of awareness.” Plo explained when Obi-Wan blinked in confusion.

A grimace crossed Obi-Wan’s face before he could stop it.

This was the exact reason Obi-Wan had kept his secret for so long.

That the council would have to evaluate that he wasn’t insane or going off the deep end or becoming unhinged.

Still, with resignation singing in his veins, Obi-Wan nodded, giving Plo permission as he lowered his shields for the other to skim his mind, to assert his mental condition.

All the while, he tried ignored the quiet, frantic whispers behind the man of the rest of the council that would judge his future.

Mythical Relics: Oh no, what happened to Obi-Wan?

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Opening up his eyes slowly, Obi-Wan stared at the white ceiling above him as cool wind blew over his arms, just breathing slowly as he took in the situation.

Alright, so maybe he was doing it very slowly but come on, he was so sluggish.

He felt so heavy, as if he had been weighted down and even breathing was sorta painful and for a long few minutes, he couldn’t for the life of him remember what he had done to deserve having an oxygen mask attached to his face and tubes up his nose and down his throat.

That was a bit of an overkill he thought.

The oxygen mask and the nose tubes?

And then Anakin’s blond head popped into view over him, smiling that unsettling smile of his as he stared down at Obi-Wan in obvious delight. “You’re awake!” He chirped.

And that just set of a round of mini clustered headache.

But he let out a slight gagged noise of agreement still, compelled to answer the boy.

Once more he couldn’t help but wonder about the parent of this child, the godly one.

They would have been terrifying.

Qui-Gon popped into view about two seconds after that thought, his hair slightly messed up but looking the same as always, so at least nothing bad had happened after the Sith was defeated, that was good.

He was also smiling, a tad nervously.

Not that it was obvious, but Obi-Wan had spent twelve years with the man after all, so he could see the slight strain in the smile.

It wasn’t directed at him though, but Anakin. “I can see that Ani, that’s good. Master Koon wasn’t sure how long it would take for the healing to take effect.” He stated lightly, reaching down to gently brush his fingers over Obi-Wan’s exposed cheek.

‘Master Koon?’ Obi-Wan blinked slowly, uncertain if he heard right.

They were on Coruscant then?

But the window was open…

Obi-Wan could tell that the air was fresh, Coruscant had pollution that rose from the foundation and up, even the Jedi temple couldn’t simply keep windows open there.

It was why the gardens were such a blessing, the garden recycled a lot of the air naturally and it was pumped out through most of the temple with some recycled air coming from the filtering machines.

Obi-Wan had a phase where he was curious about the working of the temple and had looked it all up, from the water they used, the food they ate and the air they breathed.

It had been interesting and a bit horrifying to understand just how blessed the Jedi temple really was compared to the slums of Coruscant that the Senators often ignored and Jedi had tried setting up outreach centers in to help people.

Did that mean Master Koon had come to Naboo?

Either he was projecting or his confusion was visible, because Qui-Gon’s face softened and Obi-Wan felt the bed dip as the man clearly sat down. “Its been a week since the battle with the Sith, the council arrived two days ago.” Qui-Gon confirmed quietly, his large, warm hand moving up from Obi-Wan’s chilled cheek to gently pet his hair instead.

“You’ve been sleeping a lot.” Anakin cheerfully agreed, beaming at him still.

He was disgustingly happy Obi-Wan had to note, blinking slowly up at the boy and apparently he heard that because he pouted at Obi-Wan.

A small chuckle escaped Qui-Gon, the man slowly petting his padawan’s hair still, pausing occasionally to stroke the padawan braid under his ear. “He’s been doing a bit more than that Ani. A Force coma is a bit more than just sleeping, his lungs collapsing was a major strain on his systems.” He chided gently.

A Force coma.

Well, that was… severe.

Or at least Obi-Wan thought it was severe.

It meant that his body shut down itself to protect him, unable to cope with the unleashing of Anakin’s power in his systems.

It made a horrifying amount of sense and yet it made Obi-Wan grimace at his master, Qui-Gon chuckling faintly.

He leaned down after a moment and pressed their foreheads together. “The council has a lot of questions, but we can wait with informing them just yet… I have my own questions Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon murmured quietly, blue eyes soft and questioning, turning tender when Obi-Wan just let out a soft whine. “But I can wait, right now, you must rest.” He encouraged.

Whining again, Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes, feeling tiredness filling his veins. He didn’t want to rest, he wanted to get his questions answered, wanted to know where the fucking Sith was, wanted to know what happened with the Naboo invasion but he was really tired and only getting even more tired.

Slowly, watching the two over him, Obi-Wan slipped his eyes shut.

Mythical Relics, does Naboo play out differently?

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“Stop.”

The word is too simple and yet too complicated at the same time with the power it contains and Obi-Wan feels his knees fold beneath himself, his shoulders trembling as he manages to keep his chin up and watch Qui-Gon and the Sith through the red ray shield.

They’re both frozen, the word still trembling in the air between them all and the one that spoke it.

They are affected and yet not as badly as Obi-Wan, the saber only millimeters from Qui-Gon’s abdomen, the tunic charring with the closeness of the lightstaff.

Just another second and his master…

Obi-Wan’s shoulders trembled before he forced himself to raise his head as a presence stopped at his side.

Anakin stood there, blinking back at him and not for the first time since the discovery of the boy on Tatooine did Obi-Wan wonder how anyone could keep him as a slave.

Or had they?

They had kept his mother for sure but Shmi had by no means seemed skinny, nor did Anakin. Nor had Watto punished them.

Anakin might have been under some chains with unwieldy powers at his fingers, but no, he listened because he was waiting.

Waiting for… him?

Obi-Wan swallowed thickly, letting out a keening whine at the boy.

Anakin tilted his head again, looking back at Qui-Gon and the Sith and then to Obi-Wan. “He’s going to die, I don’t want him to. But my powers can’t stop it, not alone. I don’t have control.” He stated, a tad childishly.

‘Nine, he’s nine and he has no idea what he’s doing and yet he can do this.’ Obi-Wan couldn’t help but shakily comprehend just the sheer power of this boy with too many teeth in his smile and unnerving light in his eyes.

“No one should kill a Jedi,” Anakin continued, glancing to the Sith again, cocking his head not unlike a small bird. Curious and wary at the same time. “Will you help me? You love him after all.” Anakin stated, as if the word was as simple as just that.

Love wasn’t simple though, not with the start Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had to their apprenticeship, the trauma’s they had been through at each others hands and the secrets Obi-Wan had. But he did love Qui-Gon, how could he not, after twelve years together?

Though what kind of love, well, that was hard to define.

Did love really have to be defined?

Instead he simply raised a shaking hand to Anakin, unable to open his mouth under the sheer pressure of the boy’s power, numbly trying to avoid Qui-Gon’s confused eyes.

Beaming, that smile full of teeth as it was and his blue eyes swirling with his power, Anakin grasped Obi-Wan’s hand only to jerk to when Obi-Wan gave a pitiful little cry, tears instantly streaming down his face from the pain of holding on.

It was too much power and yet Obi-Wan didn’t let go.

His very bones were aching and his soul felt like it was crumbling at its foundation, the swirl of Anakin’s own power, of ozone and electricity hitting Obi-Wan’s own placid storm, the redhead shaking as he forced it under control.

It was too much and yet Obi-Wan carried that burden of power that wasn’t his to hold, pushing it towards the Sith, wheezing as he slammed the wide eyed zabrak across the open hole and into the wall opposite.

His lightstaff hit the ground with a clatter but Obi-Wan’s focus was on the presence the now unconscious man had left behind.

He could taste the fear in him and for a dark moment, the Force along with the power at his fingers rose, whispered to him how he could kill the Sith, destroy his very core and ensure he never rose up again.

Obi-Wan turned away from that, it was not the path of the Jedi and his bones were breaking, his skin burning as it was, he let go of Anakin’s hand and crumbled to the ground, wheezing and coughing, tasting blood in his mouth.

Anakin’s power was not his to wield.

And it showed on how it affected him, the padawan laying crumbled to the floor and if it wasn’t for his master, the ray shield would have cut him apart as the man quickly jerked Obi-Wan out of the way of it.

It gave him a moment to see that Anakin was no longer there.

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what that meant, busy coughing on blood with his head pounding as Qui-Gon worriedly turned him over, his hands fluttering over Obi-Wan as unconsciousness greeted the redhead.

Mythical Relics was so good! What happens next?

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When Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi meet, they already know each other.

Or at least, they know of each other in a manner of sense.

For all that Obi-Wan is rushing to save his master from the darksider, the one that is even more shadowed than Xanatos, he is not unaware of the blond boy that follows only a step behind Obi-Wan.

And the blond boy is not unaware of him, blue eyes following him once Qui-Gon is safe and speaking with the ‘Queen’.

Its unnerving and distracting as much as its terrifying in a manner.

Its not the first time Obi-Wan has meet a fellow relic and half-blood, but its the first time the other part has acknowledged what they both are.

Every other half-blood Obi-Wan has come across, from the twi’lek smuggler to the Correllian pirate, the muun banker and the fergul farmer, has ignored that connection, that power.

They had simply looked at him, contempt in their eyes as they briefly swirled with power and then stifled it and ignored the connection.

They could tell that Obi-Wan, while hiding it, had accepted that part of him, so unlike them, all of them hating the other part of their parentage and ignoring the power it offered.

Anakin Skywalker has also accepted his power and Obi-Wan can taste it, the taste of ozone and clouds and power that exudes from him.

Whoever his parent was, whoever the other part, the father of Anakin Skywalker was, they had been power incarnated.

And they had passed it to the boy currently watching Obi-Wan as the Jedi padawan carefully arranged for a meal in the kitchenette of the nubian ship.

The intent in the gaze almost scares Obi-Wan, for all that the boy is nine, there is something intense and dangerous in his gaze, like an apex predator surveying its territory and its prey.

Obi-Wan feels like prey under the power of those swirling blue eyes and has to resist the urge to either flee or kneel for the other.

The god that were one alive, the father of Anakin Skywalker, must have been a king, used to being obeyed with the sheer power even a half breed child of them can carry.

Its hard to resist submitting to those blue eyes.

And then Anakin smiles softly and gently at him, blue eyes flashing with the color of the sky and Obi-Wan can breathe as something soft seems to pass over him, the power of the boy giving in and easing.

Its still with wobbling steps that he approaches the boy and silently holds out a plate of rehydrated food to him, the boy having claimed a chair with a blanket around himself.

Equally silent, Anakin accepts the plate, blinking up at him before smiling again.

Its a bit too big, too many teeth at once and Obi-Wan can’t help but wonder if this is what others see in him.

Or if its just that Anakin is too young to temper his power fully.

It would make sense, the unease many knights and master had with Obi-Wan before if this is what they had seen of the boy that had so desperately wanted to become a Jedi, if this is what they had seen as Obi-Wan shakily smiles back at Anakin.

‘Force sensitive, the highest midichlorian count ever if the test is right and the powers of a dead god behind him,’ Obi-Wan manages to dredge placating words to excuse himself, bowing his head slightly before scuttling away, hoping it doesn’t look too much like he’s fleeing as Anakin starts eating. “Master Qui-Gon, what have you brought to the temple!’ Obi-Wan can’t help but wonder.

He strives not to fall under the thrall of the boy and yet somehow, he finds himself being the one to feed him, stepping around the Naboo, from handmaidens to security, stepping around his own master, with plates of food and water for the boy.

Every time they engage in a small staring contest and every time Obi-Wan feels himself slowly desensitize to the boy and the power.

And the smile that has too many teeth and yet is kind somehow.

The power of Anakin Skywalker is waste and deep as space and it is clear that outside of Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Jar-Jar and Padme, most are unnerved by the blond boy.

And even Obi-Wan feels his breath catch sometimes when the boy’s gaze falls on him, staring him down like the prey of predators in the high grass.

The others may not recognize what they are feeling, but Obi-Wan does.

On this ship, Anakin Skywalker is the apex predator as his eyes swirl with untamed and untaught power.

And Obi-Wan?

Obi-Wan is helpless to do anything but gravitate towards him.

So! I recently watched the Percy Jackson and the Lightening theif musical. Can you do something with that? I mean maybe in terms of mythology and demi god children? I really don’t know but I’d love to see something with it.

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The gods are dead.

That is an unreversible truth of the Force that the gods and goddesses that were are now dead and though some linger, they have no power to directly influence the worlds as they used to.

But that doesn’t mean they are utterly gone.

Or the relics they left behind.

Relics like children.

Obi-Wan has always known this, has known this from the moment he’s born and his screams rattled windows. He’s known this since he’s been judged under the eyes of too many disapproving people. He’s known it since he allowed Bruck to flaunt a hurtful name. He’s known it since the moment he plunged into the cold water of the water in search of Bant.

But that’s not something he can tell people.

Its blasphemy.

Obi-Wan know that if he spoke out, everyone would turn their back on him, even Qui-Gon, for all his maverick ways… Gods of the Force? Goddesses of the Force?

No, the Jedi order would call him a heretic.

There is no such things as gods and goddesses in the eyes of the Jedi.

Only the Force, the dark, the light and the balance.

Obi-Wan knows better though.

He feels it in his bones, in his skin, in the way his blood pumps and his eyes open in the morning.

There are gods and goddesses.

But they are also gone.

And only their vestigial relics remain, the relics people fight pettily over.

The weapons of power, the items of knowledge and the fantastical sights that should not be possible, a miracle apparently, swaying in dark nebula’s and dark holes without being sucked in or burned.

And the children they left behind.

They are a dying race and Obi-Wan can feel it as one by one, the last of them suffer and die as the last remains of their will and faith is lost.

Its a distraction at times, he once almost dies as a flaring blaze crosses out into the Force but luckily Qui-Gon does not scold him for it, seemingly disturbed too by the flare as he feels the echo through their bond.

He’s sixteen when he feels one last flare, sitting in meditation beside his master.

Its like being next to an exploding star with lightening striking his skin and ozone in his nose and Obi-Wan is thrown firmly out of the peace and serenity he had been enjoying, collapsing forward with a gasp of pain before he coughs blood onto the floor of their quarters, staining the expensive carpets Qui-Gon had once accepted as a gift from an amorous royal.

He expects Qui-Gon’s hand on his back and another on his forehead but nothing comes and for a moment Obi-Wan feels lost and abandoned until he manages to look in Qui-Gon’s directly, finding his master slumped back against the wall, breathing heavily with his eyes closed and his face strained.

Obi-Wan is not the only one feeling this flare.

But he is the most effected by it as when Qui-Gon opens his eyes to look at him, those blue eyes turn wide with shock before the Jedi master gives a cry, and lunges for him.

Its the last Obi-Wan remembers before he wakes up in the Halls, staring at a white ceiling with Qui-Gon at his side, the man asleep with his head on his chest as he has slid down in his chair, snores echoing in the darkened room.

Quietly, on shaking arms, Obi-Wan pushes himself up and out of bed, standing on trembling legs on the cold marble floor.

He should remain in the warm bed but stubbornly he forces himself towards the fresher, holds onto the bed and the wall to make progress as he opens the door and lets it close behind him before he turns on the light with the Force.

He leans on the sink and stares at his own face in the mirror, watches the swirling green light of his eyes.

There is a shift of cloth from the other room, the deep grunt and by the time Qui-Gon finds him leaning on the sink, the glow of the eyes has been hidden once more, Obi-Wan tiredly blinking at his master in the mirror.

There were once gods.

They are dead and only their children remain.