Chapter Sixteen - Echoes of a Life
This is the last chapter, but don’t worry – the sequel is coming soon. Enjoy! DISCLAIMER
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Obi-Wan Kenobi watched as Beru Lars cradled the infant son of Darth Vader in the fading light of Tatooine’s twin sunset. She and her husband Owen would raise baby Luke well. All he had to do was stay on the planet and watch over the child as he grew.
With a heavy sigh, he climbed into his speeder. He knew that it was possible that the fate of the universe rested on Luke’s tiny shoulders. If Obi-Wan abandoned him, he would sacrifice any hope of the Light Side ever winning. Luke was as strong in the Force as Anakin had been, stronger than any other child in the galaxy, except for one. Obi-Wan remembered painfully the moment that his daughter had been born, when he had felt her presence blaze into the world. He could not help feeling guilty about the mission he was deserting – the promise that he had made to the love of his life and now had to break.
He found himself in front of the least crooked-looking real estate office in the spaceport of Mos Eisley, which was not saying much. The agent at the desk was a Toydarian and for a moment, Obi-Wan had several unpleasant visions of Watto.
However, this Toydarian was, by Mos Eisley standards, fairly pleasant. “What are you looking for?” he asked.
“Seclusion,” Obi-Wan said. “I’ve always wanted to try my hand at moisture farming. Perhaps out that way?”
The alien checked his screen. “The only thing I have out that way is a tiny little hut on the edge of the Dune Sea. It’s barely more than one room on a cliff.” He sighed. “I have had this empty for a year. Too vulnerable, too close to Sand people, everyone says. You would not be interested.”
“You are mistaken, sir,” Obi-Wan said. “That sounds perfect for me.”
The Toydarian blinked his big yellow eyes in surprise, but then began typing. “Okay then! I don’t mind telling you, I’ll be glad to get it off my hands! I just need a name for the deed.”
“Kenobi,” Obi-Wan said without thinking. Then inwardly he cringed. It was too late to change it, but going by his real name was perhaps not the best idea.
He could not go by Obi-Wan. Suddenly a memory stirred of a cool night on a far-away world staring at stars. Obi-Wan curled deeper into Aragorn’s embrace. “What does Estel mean?” he asked. “Hope,” Aragorn replied. “What would that be in your language?” Smiling, Obi-Wan said, “We would just name them Hope. What about my name?” “Hyarion?” Obi-Wan nodded. Aragorn thought for a moment. “I believe it means something like Son of the South. Does that translate in your language? I doubt you would name someone Son of the South.” They chuckled. Obi-Wan was quiet, then said, “I think that’s similar to the meaning of Benjamin.”
“Ben,” he finally said. “Ben Kenobi.”
He had no material possessions, so his move took hardly any time at all. Then, alone, he sat in his hut and waited. Nineteen Years Later
It happened so fast. All of a sudden, his dull but predictable and guilt-ridden life became not so predictable. Nearly two decades had passed since he had last traveled through space and suddenly he found himself on a monstrous space station facing off in a lightsaber duel with Darth Vader – the hideous creature that the man who was once called Anakin Skywalker had become.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw them running on the other side of the hanger – Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa, the twins of Anakin and Padmé reunited after nineteen long years. Luke noticed him and stopped running. “Ben?” he asked softly.
Obi-Wan looked between Luke and the sinister black thing in front of him. ‘Ben…’ he thought. The memories of his life as Hyarion came back to him and he thought of his own twins long lost in the universe.
Slowly, he brought his lightsaber up to his face and closed his eyes. He let his mind wander along the lines of the Force, attuning his thoughts with its great web. ‘I’m sorry, Aragorn,’ he thought, wondering if his love was even still alive and hoping that somehow he would hear these last words. ‘I’m sorry I could never find our children. Hopefully one day they’ll find their way home to you. At least this way I can protect Anakin’s children. They are the key to saving everything.
‘I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I love you.’ The swing of Darth Vader’s lightsaber ended it and then there was only light.
Light-years away on Naboo, Alar Nicressa put down the scroll he had been studying as a shiver ran down his spine. Confused, he looked up at the first stars beginning to shine in the sky.
On Coruscant, Mara Jade paced around her small chamber. She had felt a black shadow fall over her heart and could not dispel it.
And on Arda, in the White Hall of the Citadel of Minas Tirith, King Aragorn Elessar put a sudden hand on his heart and a single tear ran down his cheek. Fin.
Join me soon for the second installment of the Arda trilogy: What Fate Can Overcome