His arms still over his head, his lightsaber pulsing, the Sith smiled.
'But I will return. I dwell inside you.'
He disappeared, and there was only blackness. Anakin looked down. A completed lightsaber lay in his lap, the very lightsaber the Sith had tossed to him. Was it real? He picked it up and turned it in his hand. He gripped it, and it seemed solid against his fingers, a perfect fit. He activated it, and the shaft of the laser glowed blue, surprising him.
Anakin stood, locking his knees so that his legs wouldn't tremble.
When he was sure he was in complete control, he hurried back to the mouth of the cave.
Obi-Wan was sitting cross-legged in a meditation pose, waiting for him. Surprised, he rose to his feet when he saw Anakin.
'Are you real?' Anakin asked.
'Yes, I am real.' Obi-Wan gripped Anakin's arm. 'You see?'
Then he caught sight of the lightsaber. Anakin had deactivated it but held it loosely by his side. 'What's this?' He held out a hand, and Anakin gave it to him. He gave Anakin an incredulous look. 'You made this?'
'I… I must have,' Anakin said. He did not want to tell Obi-Wan about his vision of the Sith. 'You appeared to me. You told me to go into a trance state. I felt the Force very strongly.'
Obi-Wan handed the lightsaber back to Anakin. 'This is a good sign, Padawan. You let your feelings guide you. Look what you accomplished. When you allow your instincts to take over, they will not fail you. Remember in the battle of Naboo how you destroyed the Droid Control ship? The Force is always with you.'
Anakin nodded. He took comfort from the pleasure and pride in Obi- Wan's voice. Every Jedi went through trials to build a lightsaber. He had overcome terrible visions. He had won. He would not think of the words that the Sith Lord had spoken.
Obi-Wan's comlink signaled. He spoke into it and listened intently.
Then he cut the communication and turned to Anakin.
'We are wanted back at the Temple,' he said. 'The Council has a mission for us.'
A mission! The thought crowded out the disturbing visions. Anakin sprang to his feet. He clipped his new lightsaber onto his belt. At last he could be a true partner to his Master. He would not think of his disturbing trance, the mystery of how the lightsaber was made. It did not matter. This lightsaber had made him a Jedi.
Chapter 4
'You're fidgeting,' Obi-Wan told Anakin.
They stood outside the Jedi Council Room at the Temple. The small waiting area had comfortable seating, but Obi-Wan preferred to stand, and Anakin couldn't sit still. The minutes ticked by, and still they were not called.
'Why do you think Chancellor Palpatine will be in the meeting?' Anakin asked, taking in a slow, deep breath to still his muscles.
'I don't know.'
'But you suspect.'
'Speculation is a waste of time. Especially,' Obi-Wan added, 'when you are waiting for the Jedi Council.'
'You sound like a droid,' Anakin grumbled. 'Can't you tell me how you feel?'
'I feel that you are overly anxious about this mission,' Obi-Wan said.
Anakin fingered the new lightsaber by his side. He wasn't anxious, but he was impatient. Obviously, the presence of Chancellor Palpatine meant that the upcoming mission was a crucial one. Obi-Wan just didn't want to tell him so. The fact that they were chosen also had to mean that the hesitations that Anakin knew the Jedi Council still held about him must be fading.
The door to a conference room outside the Council Chamber swished open. Anakin's heart speeded up. Don't fidget, he warned himself as he stepped into the conference room.
Obi-Wan moved to the center of the room, and Anakin took his place by his Master's side. Members of the Jedi Council surrounded them in seating that conformed to height so that each Jedi had an equal view. The floor- to- ceiling windows presented a panoramic view of the busy sky lanes of Coruscant. Anakin had learned not to be distracted by his keen interest in the many sleek transports that zoomed by. Even the flicker of a glance could catch the disapproval of Mace Windu.
Chancellor Palpatine was standing near Mace Windu. He wore a robe of rich, deep maroon in soft vela cloth. An ornate overcloak of blue swept the tips of his boots. Anakin was reassured to see a welcoming expression on his kindly face. The Chancellor nodded slightly in recognition. They had met on Naboo just after Anakin had been accepted for Jedi training.
'We have been asked by the Senate to undertake an escort mission,'
Mace Windu began. As usual, he did not waste time on preliminaries. 'The Council has chosen you to accompany a Colicoid diplomatic ship.'
'Dangerous, this mission will not be,' Yoda said. 'Yet delicate, it is.'
Anakin suppressed a sigh. It wasn't that he hoped for danger, exactly.
But a little excitement would be welcome.
