Thread: On the Rise (SevenxSaynotozydrate)

They moved together, a dance they had performed as partners time and time again in sparring sessions, only now the fluidity of it was gone and replaced by a harsh fury - it was a fierce storm, a whirl of blue and red light as the sabres flashed through the air. Obi-Wan could recall that Anakin's sabre had once been blue like his own - the lightsabres were specific to their wielders, each one had been pieced together by the Jedi, the crystals were taken from an ice cavern on IIum and each student would spend time meditating over them, constructing the weapon that would accompany them through their entire lives. And Anakin had traded his in - the weapon he had constructed as a Jedi, it may have been discarded or put aside, and had been exchanged for one he had constructed as a Sith. This fact caused a strange new wrenching in Obi-Wan's chest, even as he fought against Anakin. The fight went on for longer than even on Mustufar, yet it was contained within one dark room, going on and on until Obi-Wan felt the sleeplessness, felt the ache in his muscles from the previous days, when old war wounds began to warn him he couldn't go on forever, an ancient leg injury telling him to stop. But he didn't he pushed on the way he always did, he fought until finally, for the first time, Anakin bested his former master, knocking the lightsabre away and sending it clattering across the floor. Despite his weariness, Obi-Wan immediately launched for it, spry and intent on retrieving his weapon, but Anakin was faster and took hold of his arm, twisted. He brought his arm back, jamming his elbow into Anakin's ribs, but before he could go any further or strike him again, something pierced the skin of his neck, plunged into muscle. Almost immediately there was searing pain, followed by heat, and then a head rush that had Obi-Wan losing his equilibrium. The world flipped and began to fade, and as his legs gave out, he felt Anakin come closer, pull him against him, felt his breath on his ear, heard his voice, like poison. He faded in and out, and for a moment he felt a hand brush against his forehead, I won't fail you, my former master. I swear it. After that, consciousness only came in blinks the inside of a shuttle, the brief sight of Anakin's eyes looking down at him, the surgical whites and gleaming metals of a medical room - the pain of a knife cutting into him, the sutures. When Obi-Wan woke up, he already knew what had been done to him, partly from the pain, but mostly because of the sensation of a sudden and profound loss - the dissappearance of the energy from the Force, as though it was still there, but just beyond his reach. For a long moment he laid still in the spot, tried to connect with the life energy that he had been attached to since his very birth, but nothing came. And then, moments later, there came pain. But this wasn't just any pain this was something raw and furious that struck every nerve in Obi-Wan's body, a searing jolt of it that caused him to gasp out loud, eyes flying open when he ceased trying to connect to the Force, the pain died away, leaving him with every muscle aching, his vision blurred from it. When his sight came back to him, he finally acknowledged his placement it wasn't a cell as he had expected it to be, but a bed, and he had been changed into dark robes - and there, sitting in the room, was Anakin, deep in meditation. Obi-Wan moved to sit up, but his muscles protested to it so aggressively that he had to try the motion a second time - but, stubborn and adamant as ever, he did it and even began to force himself to his feet, ignoring the lurching sensation inside of him. He was no threat now, he knew that - without the Force, without a weapon, he was a civilian up against a Sith Anakin had every advantage. You will only encounter further anguish on this path, Anakin.