When Obi-Wan was 12, he was a part of AgriCorps, a branch of the Jedi focused on agriculture. He had not been chosen by a Master to be trained as a Padawan, and so he was sent away, an outcast, a farmer.
It just so happened that Obi-Wan's choice -- had he had one -- for a Master was also on the way to Bandomeer. Obi-Wan remembered landing on the planet. He remembered splitting ways with Qui-Gon Jinn. He remembered the warning shooting through the Force.
He didn't remember anything else. Suddenly he was waking up in the Halls again, Qui-Gon Jinn standing beside him. He became his Padawan. And no way in Kriff was he letting his new Master know he didn't even remember why he changed his mind. Or what had happened after the Force sent him the warning.
Healer Che was conflicted. She had been instructed not to tell a soul about Obi-Wan's disorder -- not even the boy himself -- unless Obi-Wan asked her for help. She couldn't look inside his mind. She couldn't do anything other than heal his body. She didn't understand the Council when they made decisions like this. It was the boy's right to know what was going on.
Inside his mind, a new door appeared in the wall. A cell door this time, iron bars separating the inside from the outside. The nameplate, rusted and battered, read, "Boy."
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I'm (Not) Broken
FanfictionObi-Wan Kenobi is a strong man with a strong mind. He also has a big, /big/ secret. You see, he's not as strong as everyone thinks. The spreading cracks in his mental shields are proof enough of that. If the world ever found out, it could ruin... ev...
