An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 5/6
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Qui-Gon Jinn, Ahsoka Tano, CC-2224 | Cody, Siri Tachi, Padmé Amidala, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Dooku | Darth Tyranus, Depa Billaba
Additional Tags: Inspired by Jane Eyre, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, Senator Anakin Skywalker, Force Dyad (Star Wars), AgriCorps (Star Wars), Planet Naboo (Star Wars), Victorian Tropes, Eventual Smut, Angst, Slow Burn
Summary:
"Me parece como si debajo de la costilla izquierda tuviera atada una cuerda enlazada estrechamente con otra igual situada en la misma zona de tu pequeño cuerpo".
Lo único que conoce Obi-Wan Kenobi es la pérdida: sus padres, sus amigos y la oportunidad de ser un caballero jedi. Ahora, como maestro agricultor en Bandomeer, ha recibido una extraña petición. El despacho del senador de Naboo lo ha contratado para educar a Ahsoka Tano, una niña togruta sensible en la Fuerza, con la única regla de que la Orden no debe enterarse de su existencia ni de su trabajo... Así que Obi-Wan tiene que viajar al otro lado de la Galaxia, con muchas expectativas y preguntas. La más importante: ¿Quién es, realmente, Anakin Skywalker?
Esta historia está inspirada en Jane Eyre de Charlotte Brontë.
(Actualizando cada 5 días aprox.)
The golden door stood in the Dead Scar, seemingly not to notice the undead that roamed around it, and they seemed to not notice it.
Raine sat on the grass on the western side and watched it.
They had found where Taladren and Loreilei were... even if they couldn't get in there yet.
The book... they needed the book.
She hugged her knees, she'd wait here for the mage and her cousin to appear with it. Right now... that was all she could do.
Thanks for everyone who came to the first half of #saveLore last night (otherwise known as Cursed Sword and Silversong), and most of all thanks to Vel who wrote the damn cryptic riddles as clues! Second half will take place next friday (4/7/2017) at 6st!
Icly, the whole thing takes place waaaaaay back, like a month or three ago, and we're just oocly doing it now because well. Scheduling sucks.
Here's the riddles and visions in case you missed them in the randomness of guild chatter (or weren't there but want to see Vel's mad skills).
Visions were written by me as the locks were attuned to Araindwen.
@crimson-wings @wanderinglore @velerodra @generalcero
@theravir @farflights
“Lock's locations being ever changing based on who is holding the keys and where the holder is, has been and will be.”
Past:
“Below the altar with three beaks, where the worshippers of wind and eaters of dead feast.
A paradise now claimed by death, a place where ancient enemies still draw breath.
Waters flow west from an ancient Empire's pass, towards a village with a key to the past.”
A flash of images, a family on a picnic with a blonde daughter and mother watching over the baby. A shadow creeps towards the happy family, a black serpent, and suddenly, there is heard a scream as they fade.
A hooded figure is seen leaving the baby in the fountain, painting blood and flowers on her and then vanishing into shadow before two men appear, one in armor with the recognizable to some crest of Starhunter sewn on his cloak, the other robed and wearing glasses.
The robed man takes the baby and both walk away.
The image fades...
Present:
“Seek the ground that rest between two seats, within the sacred water's reach.
Where sun was shattered and became whole again, north of the moon and south of the frozen lands.
Across the bridge over a square, look towards the fel glow to guide you, and in it's shadow the key is there.”
The crypt is quiet and still, resting beneath the apple trees.A crack runs through the stone, splitting in half, and a golden phoenix flies out then into Raine and through her to a point beyond.The image fades...
Future:
“Seek out the spark of life along a trail of death, where bones and earth are all that's left.
A scar of death cut from a Royal hand, the dead's anger still haunts the land.
Broken sanctum of the east, it's wings point towards the green, and beneath it's branches lay your key.”
The vision is quiet; yet, instead of a desolate wasteland, the Scar is covered with trees, Eversong healed with flowers and life.
Here, next to the First Tree, there is a cottage built around it, a man on top of the roof, putting fresh thatch in.
On the porch, sits three women, one obviously Raine, the second a red-head with a kazoo in her mouth, both sitting in rocking chairs, as on the floor of the porch, a third blonde woman in heavy armor sits, cleaning her sword.
In front of the house a boy approaching manhood is practicing archery, and he lets loose an arrow that seems nearly of light into his target.
The image fades...
Registered for my last semester of college. I have waited for this moment for so long, yet it is terrifying that my life in college is almost over. But I'm taking some extra classes for fun and have 21 credit hours plus student teaching. Yea, I'm going to die. But I think I have enough motivation to get this over with and get me out of here!
I'm coming home tomorrow at some early time in the morning (well I'm leaving then). I'm sorry for not being active, but you guys will get to see me back in action mid afternoon-ish!! (that sounds really weird oops) Thanks for being patient with me and my lack of internet!! I'll be answering all replies when I get home! ^_^
People who inspire me ►
(15/20) Gabriel Macht
"I think, if you’re artistic in any way, you’re probably born with it. I guess, it’s a talent that can be learned here and there, but I think the instinct to tell a story or to create something, happens maybe in the womb."
