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Rating: G
Archive: Please ask.
Warnings: None
Summary: Young Obi-Wan is faced with a choice.
Obi-Wan sat at the large table surrounded by masters and council members of the Jedi order. He had been asked a question and sat there pondering it. He wondered if there was a right or wrong answer. What would the masters think of him? Would it be held against him or was he imagining the worst. Was this what the trials were supposed to be like?
Qui-Gon had stood patiently as his apprentice thought his answer through but others were waiting.
"The choice is yours, young padawan" Yoda poked him.
Obi-Wan looked up at his master but didn't say anything. He felt the pressure of the others staring at him, anticipating his response.
"Light or dark" Qui-Gon demanded an answer as he drew his blade upwards.
Obi-Wan sighed. "Dark, Master."
Qui-Gon brought his blade down swiftly and carved the bird. Obi-Wan could hear Yoda cackling in the background.