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Rating: G

Pairing: Q/O, not explicit

Spoilers for Episode III

Warnings: Not beta'd

Disclaimer: Lucas films is my shepherd. I shall not want.

Removed from all he had ever known and any comforts he had grown accustom to, he took to a high wasteland beyond the teaming cityscape, a spaceport town full of desperation and greed. The brown rock walls of the canyon echoed his shuffling steps in the gravel-strewn sand. In the shade there was small respite from the blazing heat of the twin suns and a dry wind pushed his travel robe against his back. He blinked dust from his eyes and wipe grit from his beard. He was nearly home.

The Force had guided his steps. His trust in the Living Force was strong. It was a beacon that guided him beyond the crumbling ruins of his own fellowship. It was the light that never died and the dream that never faded.

The warmth that touched his heart existed in the Living Force. It soothed his worry and became a part of his serenity. The presence would never let him walk alone.

Obi-Wan gazed out ahead at the rocks and hollows made by dust and wind. The miracle of the Living Force was even here in this barren sun bleached land. Obi-Wan smiled as he sighted the cave ahead from which he would fashion his home. He stilled his mind to touch the beloved presence that followed wherever he led.

"Yes, Master," he spoke cheerfully as he turned his face to the wind. The hood of his robe blew wide to reveal his careworn face and graying beard. "Nearly there."

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