A young anakin whose suspicius his master might be this chosen one. Idk hes pretty powerful maybe he could sense something different in him. Thank
Anakin is different, he’s always been different since the moment he came into the galaxy.
So he knows different when he sees it.
Obi-Wan is different too.
He can tell it when he’s right next to the man as he tries to teach him meditation, the copper haired mans eyes closed and his breathing soft.
When Anakin reaches out to Obi-Wan, he usually feels like a banked fire, something carefully controlled and kept in check. But meditating…
Meditating Obi-Wan feels like a wildfire, ready to consume the world but not doing it by the sheer will of the man who is the wildfire.
There are others that feel kind of like Obi-Wan.
Master Windu for one.
But none of them felt like Obi-Wan does to him. No one quite feels that…
No Anakin doesn’t quite have words for it.
So that’s why he keeps quiet and watches his Master.
Obi-Wan is a tender soul and Anakin doesn’t know how anyone hasn’t realized it.
But he does as Obi-Wan gently picks up the body of a deceased bird when he thinks Anakin is sleeping in the cave they’ve taken refugee in for the night and carefully cups the small thing in his hands, hiding it away between the pale digits. Through squinted eyes he watches his master and feels the Force come to bear.
It feels…soft, like when his mother hugs him and when Obi-Wan opens his hands, the bird chirps up at him.
Obi-Wan smiles ever so slightly and strokes the colorful feathers before holding his hands open and letting the bird fly off, lets it take air and leave the safety of Obi-Wan’s hands.
“You brought it back to life.” He whispered, eyes wide.
The knight tensed before shifting a bit and looking towards him. “No, I just healed it.”
“That bird was dead Master.”
The two stared at each other before Obi-Wan sighed. “Anakin…please forget what you saw. Its of no matter.”
“But you bought it back to life.”
Obi-Wan looked down at his feet then back at Anakin. “I brought a tiny fragile thing back to life and broke the balance that should exist. Bringing back something bigger is different. Its…Anakin I’d prefer it if you told no one of this.” He murmured before holding his arm open, letting Anakin shift from his sleeping pad and under the young knights arm. “Do I have your word?”
“…Okay. Can you teach me how to do that?”
“Maybe. Its not easy though but if anyone could do it, then it would be you.” Obi-Wan hummed while tucking his robe around his padawan’s small frame.
“…Is that what you did with Qui-Gon?”
Obi-Wan sighed. “No…well kind of…I…sealed the wound and healed most of the organs. But I can’t do more then that. If he wakes up…that’s up to him.” He tightened his grasp around Anakin. “He may not wake up and that would be the will of the Force.”
Anakin nodded into the others warm side, watching the world outside the cave for a few moments. “…Obi-Wan, I’m scared about my mother being a slave…”
“If we’re in the area, we could try to see to her. Perhaps help her gain her freedom.” Obi-Wan offered quietly. “But only if we’re there…I…we’re under close watch by the Council.” He squeezed his padawan to him.
“If we’re there.” Anakin nodded into Obi-Wan’s side, blinking when the rain started to fall. “…Did Qui-Gon know you could do that?”
“…No. I never told him. I didn’t want to be different…and he always told me to focus on the moment.” Obi-Wan whispered.
The two sat in the mouth of the cave they had sought refuge in and formed a new, stronger bond together, Obi-Wan’s arm tight around his padawan.