He is not to be a Jedi.

That rocks him into his core, it ruptures something Obi-Wan has
barely kept a hold on for so many years through the bullying of Bruck
and his mates, through the master’s whose eyes have glanced over
him and then left him behind.

He is to become a farmer, despite his strength in the Unifying Force
and not the Living. To join the Agricorps.

Obi-Wan stares at his feet, frowning at the feeble sack of items he
owns and looks back to where he can barely see the temple in the
distance, the only home he has ever known before looking to the
Corellian barge that is to take him to Bandomeer.

To be a farmer.

Just like Bruck always told him he’d be better suited as.

But Obi-Wan knows himself. He knows what he is, he is strong in the
Force and dreams of the future even when he does not try to see it,
he is not suited to be a farmer. He can feel the Force hum in
agreement to his thought.

But if the path of a Jedi master is not one he is allowed to take…

He closes his eyes and reaches out in the Force for answers, for
guidance but not receiving an answer. Frustration leaks into his
thoughts, raw anger he has barely kept lid on and darker eddies rises
to whisper of power, strength, freedom and the galaxy at his
fingertips.

It whispers of yellow eyes and a tall, broad shouldered man with long hair and a deadly smirk.

Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped open to stare at the barge once again.

His hand reached for the strap of his meager bag as he keeps it in
his vision.

And then he turns and moves towards another ship, one that will bring
him Serenno, changing the destiny of the galaxy as he steps away.

In the middle of a council meeting the Light side of the Force
screams out for the Jedi to listen, darkness flooding it with every
step Obi-Wan Kenobi takes away from the barge and the temple. They
stutter, they still but its to late to call the child back.

The twelve year old has already boarded the ship and it has left.

Yoda grieves, he knows the next time he sees the child he taught, he
will not be the same.

()()()

“You’ve been pacing for what feels like hours.” Dooku watched
his former apprentice over his own hands, watching him move with
agitation like a taunted nexus. “And the Force has been strange for
days.”

“Something is changing.” Qui-Gon offered in return. “I feel
like…” He frowned and looked away before sighing and sitting down
next to his master at the dining table. “I don’t know, there’s
something coming.”

Dooku was about to answer when one of the servants bowed her way in,
her face respectful but bored. “My lords, there’s a boy who is
asking for Lord Jinn. He told me that while he had no appointment,
that he would be seen.” There’s something monotone in her voice.

A Force suggestion.

Qui-Gon stared at her before nodding. “Show him in.” He feels the
Force crest in anticipation and from the way Dooku raises his brow,
he can feel it too.

“Qui-Gon…”

“I will see him.” The long haired man stood, waiting.

The spark of Force is bright and warm as it approaches. Powerful.

Fires are powerful. They can warm and protect against the darkness
and cold.

Fires can also consume and ravage and Qui-Gon can not help it as he
sees the boy’s face for the first time. He smirks at the copper
haired child who bows slowly for them both, green eyes watching
Qui-Gon closely.

“Welcome…apprentice.”