“You see, Elan Tallah?” Viso asked. “You are Princess Elan.”
Elan looked down at the shadow on her chest. She touched it, then held out a hand and observed the golden light dancing on her skin. Then she stepped off the square. The beams retracted. The walls dulled. The room became an empty room again.
“The last princess,” Elan said.
Viso turned to Beju. “May I escort you back to your chamber, my Prince?”
Beju swallowed. He shook his head. “My name is Beju,” he said.
Elan smiled as she held out a hand. “Come, brother. Let us walk together. “
Obi-Wan watched as Elan and Beju left the chamber together, followed by Viso.
Elan and Beju had both changed their whole notions of what was left to them by their parents. They had both forged a new path, taking up a legacy based on their characters, not their positions. That, Obi-Wan decided, was the true mark of greatness.
He, too, was on a path he had not foreseen. The Jedi Code was as much a part of him as Tallah heritage was to Elan and Beju. His ties were no less important.
He had found something unexpected on this mission, Obi-Wan realized. He had a renewed sense of purpose.
When he turned, he found Qui-Gon standing in the doorway, waiting. He wished he could tell Qui-Gon about his renewed commitment, about the questions he had struggled with while Qui-Gon was away, questions about his legacy and what that meant.
But his Master seemed so stern. Obi-Wan knew that Qui-Gon was already anxious to depart. Their next mission awaited them. Qui-Gon would tell Obi-Wan that he needed to focus on that. Ahead lay new questions, new struggles.
Always more questions than answers, there are, Yoda had said.
Qui-Gon interrupted Obi-Wan’s thoughts. “It is time to go,” he said.
Obi-Wan nodded. “I am ready.”