As he was walking in her footsteps Obi-Wan's mind raced. He felt the anger in Lyanna even from this distance, an overwhelming heat that burned inside of her ever since they made it out of Borovia. He'd known true rage before. He'd seen it in different eyes, different people, some all too familiar and in other yellow ones that had haunted him for years.

Obi-Wan climbed up the cliff she had flown up before him, panting heavily as he reached the top. When he did he could see the lands stretch out before him and the night sky shining with stars.

His breath caught in his throat at the beauty of this planet as his eyes glided over the vast forest and the rivers that flowed through the landscapes. The stars were reflected by the water together with the 3 moons that orbited the planet. He forgot about his mission until he saw Lyanna at the edge of the cliff, only her eyes were locked on one specific location. From her point of view she could see the city of Eagle's fall from a distance. The city was burning, black smoke rising up as even now lightning strikes and explosions were still occasionally visible.

His eyes soon focused on her. With her curly red hair waving around her together with the blue drapes that covered her body she was almost as beautiful as the view before her. The light that the thunder emitted cast eery shadows on her face now and then, making the beautiful image into a terrifying one. The contrast scared him, thinking about the kindness she often showed yet how the anger inside her spoke against his image of her. Obi-Wan could see her shoulders tense when she heard his footsteps coming near. She sighed deeply. "I should be there." Her voice was soft yet oddly stern, her eyes fixated on the city as she balled her fists.

Obi-Wan didn't know what to say when he came to her side, his eyes following her gaze. "If you had stayed, Anakin and I would've been executed. " He said after a while as he turned towards her. He saw her brows knit together as she clenched her jaw but other than that she didn't respond.

"Princess-" with sympathy laced in his voice Obi-Wan sighed deeply.

"It's Lyanna." She snapped. "After everything I have done for you, you can at least call me that."

Obi-Wan frowned as the fury inside of her was suddenly directed at him. His body tensed as flames surrounded her wrists. It should have scared him off, but instead he walked closer in determination. "Stay with me, Lyanna." He saw her confused glance look up at him, frowning as she tried to understand what he meant. "Don't let your anger take control of you."

"My anger?" She questioned slowly. Her eyes darted back to the city. "You think this is just anger?" She scoffed as she stepped away from him and crossed her arms before her chest. "I'm fucking furious, Kenobi."

"I mean, look at me." She opened her arms as she continued to step back, flames suddenly erupting from her palms and climbing up to her shoulders. Even the flames danced furiously on her skin and her hair waved through the heat, the warm light casting red shadows on her face that reminded him of an all too familiar foe. Obi-Wan swallowed nervously, trying to get the image out of his head.

"My brother is out there, fighting against rebels that are trying to take over the city while some murderous maniac that killed our father is planning to kill him and I..." she chuckled humorously, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm here, miles away, going after a family that didn't want me and doing nothing while people are dying out there, while my own brother may be dying!"

She dropped her arms, but the flames remained. She seemed to almost choke on her tears as she continued. "If I had let him kill you, if I hadn't intervened, there wouldn't be a siege right now." She seemed to scare herself with her own words. "And I almost did. Obi-Wan, I almost let him kill you." She was full on crying as she ran her shaking hand through her long hair. Her eyes were darting from here to there but never to his eyes.

"I almost let him kill you." She repeated and this time met his eyes. "I mean, what does that even say about me? It goes against everything I stood for, everything I am. All my life all I have known is saving people but now... I... I no longer recognize myself."

Obi-Wan's eyes filled with hurt when he felt her despair overwhelm her. Somehow this was even worse than the anger she felt before. His heart fastened as he thought about what to say but no words could express what he wanted to tell her. Lyanna noticed his hesitation and turned her back towards him, the flames slowly disappearing until they were only licking her fingers as she sighed in defeat.

Lyanna's POV

The overwhelming anger slowly disappeared; my eyes cast down to the ground. I had no idea what I was doing or what I had done, all I knew is that the look in his eyes was something I'd never want to see again. Shame was something that I rarely felt, but this time it was the only word I could use to describe what I was feeling. I had lashed out at the wrong person and I didn't know how to mend it. I had never even known anger, not to this extent. Always had I controlled my emotions, always could I reason in every situation but this time it was like something had snapped. It was like a punch in the gut.

I was brought back from my thoughts when I felt a slight touch of a fingertip on the top of my hand, merely a ghost of a touch, and heard a sharp inhale soon after. I jolted back quickly, turning around in one swift move and watched how Obi-Wan did the same. "Obi!" I exclaimed, grasping his hand which he had tried to hide from me. "Why would you do that?! What were you thinking?!" I saw his fingers turning red as he flinched in pain when I touched them, my eyes immediately filled with guilt when they met his. "Did you not see the flames?!"

He scoffed softly and smiled slightly when I continued examining his fingers, his eyes focusing on the hands that were holding his tightly. "I don't see them now." His eyes were playful and relieved as he focused on me again.

"You don't see them now." I chuckled as tears continued to flow down my face, the sound feeling odd. "You're an idiot, you know that?" My brows knotted together as I supressed another sob, now just massaging his hand to try and distract myself. "A self-burning, sarcastic and unbearable idiot."

My eyes stuck to the red skin while knowing I had done that. I hurt Obi-Wan. Maybe not intentionally, but I did. Even when he was just trying to help me. When my breath continued to accelerate his hands slowly went up to my face as to not scare me off, cupping both my cheeks carefully as he knotted his eyebrows together in worry. "It's too much, Obi." I whispered in despair. The emotions were overwhelming and it was like I couldn't breathe anymore. I tried to concentrate on anything that might get me out yet was too ashamed to let him be that person. When his grip tightened though and he brought me closer my eyes went up to meet is again. My vision was blurred and all I could see was the blue of his eyes.

"Close your eyes, Lyanna." His voice was calm and soothing. I did as I was told and let a sob escape my mouth, pressing the last few tears from my eyes as my hands went up to hold his. "Concentrate." He spoke carefully, his velvet voice speaking out each syllable with care. I shakily breathed in the scent of his tunic that smelled like a forest on a warm summer's day, felt the warmth radiating from his hands. "Slow your breathing." He commanded. As I took in a few deep breaths I felt an odd sensation coming over me, a wave of warmth and calmness that drove away all the anger I had previously been overwhelmed by.

"Feel the force surround you." Obi-Wan continued. I felt the soft gushes of wind coming from his lips and smiled softly. My breathing had finally slowed down and with each breath I took I felt a new wave soothing my mind. "Feel the energy that binds us, the universe, together."

Instead of doing what he told me to, I focused on him. The warmth that was radiating from his hands seemed to wrap around me like a blanket during winter, holding me tightly and safely. I breathed in deeply, basking in his scent as I slowly opened my eyes to look at him.

He was almost the pure definition of serenity. His face was completely relaxed, his eyes closed with his light eyelashes resting on his rosy cheeks. A few strands of rebellious hair hung before his face and a soft smile played on his lips as he concentrated. With every breath I could feel his chest moving closer to mine only to move away seconds later and his breath trickling my nose.

"Now concentrate on that energy. Drop everything else and -" When his lips moved my eyes darted to them, my stomach doing flips when they stuck to the soft curves as they formed the words. For the first time I smiled as I reached up to his face, my fingers delicately tracing the edges of his beard from below his ear towards the corner of his mouth. He stalled when he felt them, his eyebrows scrunching together.

"Lyanna, you're not concentrating." He remarked as he pressed his mouth into a thin line. The look of serenity was replaced by one with worry.

"I am, just on something else." I whispered as my thumb started to trace his lips. Somehow I'd forgotten about everything I'd felt before. They seemed like a distant memory I'd long forgotten about. Everything I did feel though was him, his warmth, the soft caress of his hand on my cheek and every curve of his lips my thumb was tracing. His eyes slowly opened and again I was reminded by how beautiful they were. Where his scent reminded me of the forest, his eyes took me to the sea. For a short while my breath was taken away as I tried to memorize every single tint of blue they contained.

When he noticed that he frowned slightly and let go of my face. "Well, at least you're not... burning anymore." Obi-Wan shrugged dramatically and chuckled awkwardly as he ran his hand through his hair, his cheeks flushing red. He seemed to recover when he wiped away the few remaining tears from my cheeks, his eyes narrowing in concentration.

"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan." I whispered softly, his eyes darting to mine again. They narrowed even further as he grasped both sides of my cheeks.

"Do not apologize, not to me, not for this." He frowned.

I smiled sadly at him, but the worry remained on his face as he sighed deeply. He pulled me closer and rested his forehead against mine, his thumbs tracing patterns on my skin. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed his embrace, wanting to pause time and bask in it longer. We were in the eye of the storm, I was sure, but all I could think about was how it felt right now.

"Next time, try not to burn anything." He said after a few moments, making me open my eyes again and watch as a goofy smile played on his lips. "Don't ever act on your anger. Don't let it consume you." He continued on a serious note. "Anger is a path to the dark side."

"The dark side?" I chuckled softly. "Remember, my dear Obi-Wan, we Valerians don't have a light or dark side." I watched as he frowned, waiting for me to continue. "It's not that simple. We have actions, emotions. We don't judge people on how they do what they do and what kind of magic they use, we judge people on their reasons and their goals."

He seemed to think about that, his hand stroking his beard in thought. "Then what is your reason?" His eyes met mine again.

"Family, duty, hope." I kept my gaze locked on him. My hand went up to stroke his hair behind his ear, catching him off guard. It travelled down to his neck, searching for the thumb of his heartbeat. I smiled when it accelerated when my other hand placed itself on his chest. "And love."

Obi-Wan's eyes widened slightly and just barely enough for me to notice. He stammered a bit, his cheeks becoming redder by the second. When I lifted myself up on my toes he froze and when my lips grazed over his, his breath caught in his throat. But I wasn't going to let him get off that easily. Just a few inches away I stopped, looking him in the eyes daringly.

"For the record, I don't think that is the best way to judge-" I cut off his nervous mumbling by pressing my lips to his, my hand grasping his shoulder tightly to get him closer. I'd gotten used to him holding back but when my lips pulled back just slightly he immediately drew me closer impatiently. My heart warmed when my affections were returned, especially when his lips seemed just as needy as mine. A sparkling sensation went through my whole body and numbed every part except for the parts that were touching him, which felt like they were burning.

His hand wove its way through my hair and grasped the back of my head tightly to keep me close while the other went around my waist, holding me firmly and preventing me from tumbling over my already weak knees. Our bodies melted together as he deepened the kiss and I swear I felt like I was drowning. When my knees weren't able to hold me up any longer he easily lifted me off my feet whilst not breaking the kiss for even a second.

He seemed hungry yet careful and controlled but when my legs wrapped around his waist his heartbeat accelerated even more and his kisses became more demanding. My whole body was trembling and my mind went haywire. The adrenaline coursed through my veins and the sensation was almost too much, but I couldn't get enough of his sweet taste. All I knew was that I needed to get closer to him. Unfortunately we had to pull away to get some much-needed air, our breaths mingling in front of us as I chuckled softly.

"You know, for a jedi-" I had to stop to breathe and saw his wild eyes focus on my lips. "You're not half bad." He just smiled in response and dipped his head, showering my neck with kisses as a surprised gasp escaped from my lips when I felt his beard tickle my skin. I had to hold on to his broad shoulders to keep myself from falling, my teeth sinking into my own flesh and my nails scratching his back as I suppressed a moan when he found the right spot just below my ear. I could feel him smirk against my neck proudly just before he pulled back and watched me.

"Princess, judging by the way you're clinging on to me I'm thinking half bad is cutting it-"

"Oh, shut up." I grumbled, grasping the collar of his tunic and pulling him back to me. He gladly accepted and walked us over from the edge of the cliff. When he placed his hands on my thighs to steady me I involuntarily gasped against his lips and pulled on his hair.

"Blast it." He cursed, his grip tightening. Obi-Wan set me down on a rock that was the perfect height and placed his hands under my knees, pulling me against him in one swift motion. Not sparing any moment, one moved from my legs to the side of my face, holding it in place when he attacked me with kisses again.

All of this was driving me insane. All I knew was that I needed to get even closer, I needed more of him. My hands went under his tunic till I could feel the soft skin of his chest under the palm of my hand. He was hot as hell and his heart was thumping wildly, especially when my hands wandered down his chest.

"Lyanna, wait." He broke our kiss before I could protest and grasped my hands before they could venture any further. A whine escaped my lips when he dodged my next attempt to kiss him, our eyes meeting soon after.

He looked at me pensively as he tried to catch his breath. He closed his eyes for a few moments and I could feel the force settling down in him. Just then did I notice how he had lost complete control. "We need to get back or we won't hear the end of it from Anakin." Obi-Wan said as he pulled my hands to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on them. His mind seemed elsewhere as he did so, his eyes narrowed in thought.

"Obi?" I whispered, grasping his chin and directing his gaze back to me. He came back from his train of thought and waited for me to continue patiently. "What-" The loud boom of a thunder strike sounded near, overpowering the sound of my voice. We both jumped slightly in surprise, making me forget was I was going to ask. Instead I was brought back to reality as I watched the city from a distance.

"Seems like it's going to rain." Obi-Wan looked up and saw the dark clouds coming our way rapidly. "Com'on, princess, I wouldn't want to be the reason you're getting wet."

I chuckled when he walked back to get his cloak I had relieved him off somewhere during all that. Somehow the panic didn't come back. Maybe it was because he was there, and I knew I could rely on him for the time being. "And here I thought you were enjoying yourself." His shoulders tensed immediately when he realized the double meaning behind his words, turning around to look at me with a shocked expression.

"Princess, I would never dare to... I didn't mean-" He stuttered as his cheeks flared even more red than before.

"By the gods." I jumped back on my feet and watched in amazement. "Did I just render the Obi-Wan Kenobi speechless? I'm gonna have to tell Anakin about this." I watched as my words tortured him, his expression dropping as his mouth hang agape. Chuckling softly, I walked up to him and kissed his cheek gently before walking in the direction of Stefan's house.

"What have I gotten myself into." I glanced over my shoulder and looked as Obi-Wan hid his face in his hand, sighing deeply.

Chuckling even harder I went back and grasped his arm to pull him with me. Before I did, my gaze went over to Eagle's fall. The flames were dying down and the thunder there was gone. That was either a good thing or a bad thing but knowing that Stefan was there reassured me that Aidan would be all right. Instead of anger I felt only determination while watching the black smoke rising from the city. I had to find out who I was and how to defeat Arthas.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." I heard Obi-Wan sigh in relief as he followed in my footsteps when I walked away. "But I can't promise it won't happen again."

GUYS, I just realised something. I was thinking about my characters and what they were like and let's say it's quite a beautiful chaotic pool of a disastrous mess. Let's sum this up:

- Lyanna, a horny doctor with anger management issues
- Obi-Wan Kenobi: our favourite jedi master with a bit of PTSD, sarcastic and fed up with all the shit he has been through yet curious for everything
- Anakin Skywalker; disaster child, yet oddly humble about it and handling it with grace (for now)
- Aidan Stormrage; fuck up of the year, not so much handling it with grace as Anakin but doing his best (be kind to him, guys. This poor child of mine has had a lot to deal with)
-Stefan: cinnamon role that is too good for this world
- Derik Stormrage: Fuck up of the year and proud of it
- Arthas Blackwing: Fuck up of the decennium and handling it with grace and hotness

Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It was a bit longer than usual because well... I got a bit carried away. Comment your thoughts! I'd love to hear what you guys thought about this chapter.