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Assistant: Title: Echoes of Destiny
        Author: fosfolipid fosfolipid 
        Chapter: 1/23 
        Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi after the fal of the empayer, haunted by memories of a future torn apart by war and betrayal, is thrust back in time to the beginning of Anakin Skywalker’s journey. Armed with the knowledge of the tragedy to come, Obi-Wan is determined to change the course of events—starting with protecting Anakin from the dark influence of Darth Sidious.To do this, he aims to integrate Anakin more in the Jedi famely and strengthen his bond with Ani, guiding him not only as a mentor but also as a sun and brother from the start.However, shifting the threads of destiny proves more difficult than he imagined. With the looming threat of the Sith, the political machinations of the Senate, and the scars from Anakin's past, Obi-Wan must navigate the complexities of their relationship while hiding his own knowledge for the right time.Can he truly alter fate by fostering a deeper connection with Anakin, or will history repeat itself despite his efforts?
        Contents: Chapter 1: The Return
    

    


  

  
  
    
    For years, Obi-Wan Kenobi had existed as a shadow in the Force—watching, waiting, reflecting on a lifetime filled with both triumph and tragedy. As a Force ghost, he had witnessed the rise and fall of the Empire, seen his once-beloved apprentice, Anakin Skywalker, return to the light, and watched the explosion of the second Death Star. His conversations with Anakin had been long and profound, their shared past hanging between them like an unbearable weight. Forgiveness had come slowly, but it had come. Anakin had made his choices—choices that Obi-Wan, after years of agonizing self-reflection, had finally stopped blaming himself for.
But even in death, there had been no peace. Obi-Wan had watched the galaxy struggle to heal from decades of darkness, and his heart had ached for the heavy burden placed upon Luke Skywalker's shoulders. Luke—so strong, yet so vulnerable—had done his best to rebuild the Jedi Order from the ashes of devastation, but the path had been fraught with difficulty. So much had been lost: the wisdom, the culture, the very spirit of what it meant to be a Jedi, slipping through Luke’s fingers like sand. The few Jedi he trained were promising, but the Order was a mere shadow of what it once was.

Obi-Wan had been proud of Luke, yet he had also felt the boy’s loneliness keenly—an isolation that mirrored his own, so many years ago.
Now, Luke was an old man, and though the galaxy was free from the Empire, it was far from peaceful. The scars of war ran deep, and conflict simmered just beneath the surface, always threatening to ignite once more. Obi-Wan had made his peace with this too—what more could he do as a mere spirit? He had given his life, and his afterlife, in service to the Force. He had even reconciled with Qui-Gon Jinn, his old master, who had taught him how to persist beyond death. Their conversations had been long, often painful, digging up old wounds from their strained relationship—regrets over Qui-Gon’s untimely death on Naboo, and the failures of their bond as master and apprentice. In the end, they had forgiven each other.
Obi-Wan was ready. He was prepared to dissolve fully into the Force, to surrender his individual self and become part of the eternal flow.
But then, the Force whispered to him. Not in words, but in a presence—a feeling, a question that reverberated through his very soul: “If you could do it again, what would you change?”

Obi-Wan’s heart clenched. The simplicity of the question was laced with unbearable weight. He had asked himself this question countless times—through years of meditation, regret, and sorrow. He had spent lifetimes contemplating what he might have done differently, all the small moments that had led to such catastrophic consequences.
He closed his eyes and whispered softly, his voice filled with ancient grief. “I would never have let Anakin doubt that I loved him. He was my brother, my son... He should have known that I would have helped him through anything, no matter how dark. That he didn’t know... that he doubted... was my failure. We had... communication issues.”

His lips twisted into a sad, ironic smile at that last part. The understatement of it was almost laughable now, after all the pain it had caused.


The Force pulsed in response, a warmth flowing through him like a gentle wave, carrying an understanding as vast as the galaxy itself. And then, after a moment, the Force posed another question, one that sent a ripple of shock through him: “Would you do things differently, knowing what you know now? If you could go back?”
Obi-Wan felt his breath catch in his chest. Go back? The enormity of what was being offered took his breath away. His mind raced, spinning with the implications. The chance to return to the past, to relive the events that had shaped his life and the fate of the galaxy. Could he bear it? Could he live through it again, knowing all the horrors that lay ahead, knowing that every decision he made could alter history—Anakin’s fate, the fall of the Jedi, the rise of the Empire? He could prevent it all. But why him? Why not Anakin, the Chosen One? Why not Yoda or someone else? There had to be someone more qualified than him. Yet it was his choice, his moment.


His thoughts swirled, and for a moment, fear clutched at him. The weight of it all—the galaxy, Anakin, the Jedi Order—would once again rest on his shoulders. But then, just as quickly, that fear was swallowed by resolve. He had seen the consequences of inaction. He had watched worlds burn, lives destroyed, darkness fall across the galaxy. If he had the chance to stop it, how could he refuse? If it was the will of the Force?
He took a deep breath, steeling himself.“Yes,” he whispered, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling within him.“If I can save them—Anakin, the Jedi, the galaxy—then yes. I’ll do it.”

The moment the words left his lips, he felt the world around him shift. Time itself seemed to fold and bend, reality warping as the Force began to pull him backward through the fabric of existence. Light and shadow swirled together, and the hum of the Force grew louder, filling him with a surge of energy he hadn’t felt in decades. 

There was one final whisper, the Force’s last warning:“My children have lost their way. Save them. Save the galaxy. But remember—every small change will ripple through the future. Do not trust too much in what you remember. The future is always in motion.”


Obi-Wan’s vision blurred as the Force tugged him through space and time. And then, with a sharp intake of breath, he felt it—the unmistakable sensation of air filling his lungs. His heart pounded in his chest. He was alive.
For the first time in decades, Obi-Wan felt the weight of a body, solid and real. He blinked, disoriented, as his surroundings came into focus. The dim interior of a starship, the low hum of machinery. He recognized it instantly, and the Force confirmed it. The Queen’s Royal Starship, docked on the desolate sands of Tatooine. His hand moved instinctively to his shoulder, where he felt the soft brush of his Padawan braid.
His heart faltered.


Slowly, deliberately, he stood and looked around. This was no illusion. He was back—truly and fully. His legs felt stiff from sitting, his muscles real and tangible. His breath came quick and shallow as the reality of where—and when—he was sank in. This was the day. The day he would meet Anakin Skywalker for the first time.
Panic surged through him, an overwhelming rush of emotions he hadn’t expected—fear, grief, hope—all battling for control in his chest. He was back on the precipice of it all, back at the moment where everything began.
For a long moment, he let the storm rage within him. Then, slowly, Obi-Wan closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and sank into meditation. He had prepared for this. He had faced death, watched the galaxy burn, and lived through his greatest regrets. Now, he had nearly a century of reflection and wisdom to guide him.
The Force whispered through him, calm and steady, helping him focus.


When he opened his eyes, the storm had passed. He was ready. He had a plan.
This time, Palpatine would find the galaxy far more difficult to conquer. And Anakin Skywalker? He would never be lost to the darkness again—not as long as Obi-Wan had any say in it.
The galaxy had no idea what was coming.


And neither did the Sith.'
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