Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

The Lay of Kenobi and Skywalker

• Summary: Long ago, there were two knights of the Jedi Order: Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker. Their names were known throughout Galaxya. They commanded armies on the field, and negotiated peace in the halls of lords. The criers spread news of their doings, but the bards– The bards sang the stories of their duels with the Sith dragons.

There are many tales about Kenobi, Skywalker, and the Sith dragons, but only three are known well in these later years. The first is The Death of Master Jinn, a sad enough story, of how Kenobi became a knight by defeating the dragon Maul who had killed his master, and took his master’s ward Anakin as his padawan squire. The second is Geonosis, which recounts the beginning of the Republican Crusades and how Anakin Skywalker lost his hand to the dragon Tyrannus, who had once been Jinn’s own Jedi master. The third is The Battle of Coruscant, a long and twisting tale indeed, a tale of deceit concocted by the dragon Sidious in which Skywalker’s revenge on Tyrannus is only a preface for terrors to come.

There is a fourth story, one little told now in these unromantic days. That story, The Lay of Kenobi and Skywalker, is the story I tell you today.

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Once upon a time, there was a knight.

He was a dutiful and honorable knight of the Jedi Order: fair in his words, fair in his deeds, fair in his countenance. The people loved him for his auburn locks, his soft-sharp blue eyes, his charm as he rode before them in cream-and-fawn tabards. His Order loved him for his skill with a saber and his command of the negotiation table. His men and his fellow knights loved him for his wit and his wisdom and his camaraderie.

Wait.

That’s not quite right.

I’ll begin again.

Once upon a time, there was a knight.

He was a capable and great-hearted knight of the Jedi Order: out-spoken, reckless, handsome. The people loved him for his blond curls, the scar on his brow, his confidence as he rode before them in black-and-nut brown tabards. His Order loved him for his strong arm and his command on the battlefield. His men and his fellow knights loved him for the fight in his heart and his fast friendship and his loyalty.

No.

That’s still not quite right.

I’ll begin again.

Once upon a time, there were two knights.

They were good and noble knights of the Jedi Order: honest, determined, ardent in their defense of the people.

The people loved them for their well-matched blue and red roan chargers, the gazes they fixed on each other, their closeness as they rode before them wearing the shared device of the Open Circle. Their Order loved them for their synchronicity in combat and their success at war. Their men and their fellow knights loved them for their resourcefulness and their steadfastness and their devotion to their companies.

I’m sorry.

That’s not right, either.

I’ll begin yet again.

Once upon a time, there were two knights.

They were knights of the Jedi Order.

They loved each other.

Yes.

That’s it.

Once upon a time, there were two knights. They were knights of the Jedi Order, and they loved each other. They were beloved by the people, by their Order, by their men and fellow knights, but not nearly so beloved as they were of each other. Time and war had forged them together – closer than friends, closer than brothers, closer than even lovers. Kenobi loved Skywalker. Skywalker loved Kenobi. They knew this inside the marrow of their bones.