Disclaimer: I always wanted to do something really clever with
this. Um, their not mine but I betcha I have a lot more fun
than George does. <G> Besides, what he doesn't know,
won't hurt him.
Summary: A fairy tale AU about a couple of very familiar
looking warrior mystics
Warning: I originally started this in my Psych class as a way
to relieve boredom and practice my cursive. I still can't
remember all the capital letters. It wasn't suppossed to be
fanfic. Then I got halfway through and I thought, what if this
were Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. And that, as they say, was that. It's
not my fault, I swear.
Once upon a time there lived a warrior tyrant. She ruled the
land with an iron fist and everyone lived in fear of her. The
peasants lived in poverty and their suffering was great. The
tyrant's soldiers would sweep through the villages sacking and
looting. The people prayed for a hero to save them. They
waited, and while they waited they plotted. Slowly and secretly
the people gathered weapons and trained. Young men and women
gathered in fields and town squares. They drilled with
hand-made weapons: scythes, hammers, axes, and bows. They
drilled with their weapons and waited for a hero to come and
lead them.
For though the peasants were brave, they had no military
experience to draw on. Many seasons they waited and the tyrant
grew more cruel. Finally the peasants despaired of a hero ever
coming to them so they sought outward.
Young men and women were sent to the surrounding lands with
instructions to hire and bring back trained soldiers to lead
them. One of the youths, a boy named Anakin, was sent to the
kingdom of the east. There the locals told him of an order of
warrior mystics who were renowned both for their prowess with
arms and their compassion for the downtrodden.
The journey to the temple of the mystics was a long and
arduous one, but Anakin was determined to free his people from
the rule of the evil tyrant. The warriors seemed to be his only
hope. Finally after three full seasons of travel he arrived at
the foot of a tall peak. At the top, so he was told, was the
temple of the warrior mystics. Upon reaching the top Anakin
presented his plea to the head of the temple, a wizened old man
who looked to be older than the mountain itself. Upon hearing
the boy's request the elder convened the council and it was
decided that the cause was just. Two of their finest warriors
would be sent to assist Anakin's people.
The first warrior was a tall and commanding, with bright blue
eyes and graying brown hair. His presence dominated the room as
Qui-Gon Jinn answered the council's summons. His companion was
a younger man, full of energy and passion. Obi-Wan Kenobi was
smaller than his master, with a lean form, and a quick eye. One
look at these two warriors and Anakin was convinced that his
people would finally be free. The journey back seemed to take
only a fraction as long as the original quest, but whether that
was due to the warriors' magic or merely their captivating
presences, Anakin was unable to tell.
Arriving at Anakin's homeland the three travelers were greeted
by scenes of despair and devastation. In Anakin's long absence
the tyrant had ravaged the land, stripping the people of their
crops, their livestock, and their goods. The warriors wasted no
time in forming an army and preparing for war. The peasants
long held faith stood them in good stead as the warriors gave
their approval to the people's efforts. They assembled quickly
and the day soon came when the army prepared to march on the
tyrant's castle. Anakin rode directly behind the two warriors
and watched them avidly throughout the ride.
The battle for the castle was fierce. Many fell on both sides,
but in the end the army led by Jinn and Kenobi were victorious.
The people paid a heavy price. Toward the end of the battle, as
Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and Anakin pushed their way deeper into the
castle after the tyrant's retreating forces, they were fell
upon by some of the tyrant's elite guards. The fight was hard
and bloody. Obi-Wan fought, as always, at his master's back and
the guards fell before them. Though skilled and powerful the
warriors were not gods. A swift blade plunged into his chest
and Qui-Gon Jinn fell, never to rise. Screaming in rage and
pain Obi-Wan slaughtered the rest of the guards. Cradling his
dying master in his arms Obi-Wan swore his everlasting love and
loyalty. With one last kiss Qui-Gon's soul departed.
After the battle had finished Kenobi helped the people set up
a new leadership for their nation. He promised to send others
from his order to come and help them. The great warrior
returned to his temple with a sad heart and a weary soul. The
only consolation he had left to him was the young man, Anakin
whom he brought back with him in order to train. Though he was
a good master to the boy, Anakin always knew that a part of
Obi-Wan longed to join his own master in death. The years
passed as they always do, and Obi-Wan Kenobi grew old. As the
time of his death grew near he traveled to the kingdom where
his love had died and there was laid to rest beside him.
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