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(Y/n)'s POV
Never in my life did I think I'd be in the place I was in now.

As a Jedi you almost never think about your birth parents, you're basically taught to forget they exist as if you simply popped into existence. But that love we subconsciously have for them is always there, we are just trained to pretend it isn't.

So to have that luxury of standing in front of both of my parents now, was a blessing that I'm sure many wish they had, but were never given.

Without a second thought, I was already holding my mother in my arms, sobbing into her embrace as if I've known her my whole life. Something about her touch was soothing and familiar, and I could feel her love for me exhibiting from her tight hold.

And even though I never got to know her, the love I have for her has always been there, buried down deep. She was my mother after all. And looking at her now, I know I've seen her in my dreams before. I choose to believe that it's because she's been with me and watching me every step of the way.

Which now that I think about it, she's probably severely disappointed in me. And that thought only made me cry harder, knowing I failed every single person who was rooting for me to be something amazing.

"I'm so sorry Mom," I whispered in-between sobs.

She ended the hug, and smiled at me while gently brushing my hair with her fingertips, "What exactly are you sorry for?"

My lip quivered, it wasn't until this moment that I realized just how much I needed her, "Everything," My voice cracked, "You and dad are dead because of me, and all those innocent people, and the younglings-"

She pressed her finger to my lips to silence me, "You need to stop thinking that any of this has been your fault," Her voice was stern, but soft.

"But it is." I told her with knitted brows. How could she think it's not? Did she not see everything I did?

She shook her head and caressed my cheek softly as if she was savoring this rare moment with me, "No my baby, it isn't. There is one person to blame for everything that happened. The same person who took you away from us and pervaded your mind with lies before you could form words."

"But-" I tried to protest, to say that I still made the choices to follow him in the end. But another voice interrupted me; my father.

"(Y/n) sweetheart, Sidious used you, abused you, and manipulated you. Anakin was never in any danger and Sidious knew that, he chose to use that love against you. And who wouldn't do everything to save who they love," He glanced towards my mother for a moment before bringing his attention back to me, "So you are not the villain here, but a victim." He placed his hand on my shoulder and I blinked away a few of my tears.

Neither of them blamed me?

"And you need to remember that when you're back out there, or your guilt will swallow you whole." He added.

I opened my mouth to speak, but froze when my mind registered something specific he said, "Did you just say, when I'm back out there? As in.. alive?" I asked, uncertain if that's what he meant or not.

He nodded, smiling wide, "Yes."

I blinked in surprise. How would that even be possible? I assumed when he said he'd help me help Anakin, that it was going to be spiritual help. Like I would be able to whisper into Anakin's ear and guide him or something along those lines.

But to be there physically? Alive? It didn't sound like a real possibility to me.

"How can that be possible? I'm dead and I've been dead for hours." I think.. unless time moves differently wherever we are.

"I told you to trust me didn't I?" He squeezed my shoulder gently, "But I won't be able to help you if you're shadowed over with guilt and self-loathing. You need to understand that nothing could have changed this outcome, it was all meant to happen."

"You were meant to fall so you could rise stronger." My mother added with a proud smile, "I am so proud of who you've become. You grew into such a beautiful, smart, amazing woman," Her eyes watered with tears, "And I feel so honored to be your mother (y/n)."

With every word they spoke, my guilt over what I had done was slowly leaving my body with each tear that fell. Now I know there will always be a spark of guilt, especially if I see the innocent faces in my mind of the lives I took. But I was now starting to take the blame away from myself and place it on the man who ruined my life, all of our lives.

And I hated him.

"No," My father instantly spoke, "Do not leave room for hate in your heart or you'll be right back where you were. When it's time for Sidious' fall, kill him with love."

I furrowed my brows, "How can I kill him with love? That doesn't make any sense."

"It will." He assured me with a proud smile, similar to my mothers. He looked down at her and in his eyes I could see the same look I've seen in Anakin when he would look at me, adoration, "Our time is almost up darling."

Her lip quivered as she slowly nodded, "I know, just let me say goodbye."

"You're leaving?" I stepped closer to her, not wanting to her go after just getting her back.

"No baby, you are." She ran her fingers through my hair once more, a sad look in her eyes. She didn't want this moment to end anymore than I did, but I know that it has to. I know I have to go to Anakin; he needs me.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, "There's still so much I want to say to you." I feel like I didn't get to say anything to her. I had this rare opportunity. yet I didn't have any time to make the best of it, "To you both." I glanced between her and my father. I could see she was doing her best to suppress her tears, they both were.

My mother cupped my cheeks with her hand, and her warmth brought me nothing but comfort, "I'll be waiting for you and all of your stories when it is truly your time. You can tell me all about this love of yours and any children you may have." She smiled so bright, the sun would be jealous of her, "But until then, know that I love you with all of my heart and you are everything that I have ever hoped you would be and more."

A sob escaped my throat and she instantly pulled me into a hug, "I love you too." I breathed, tightening my hold around the woman I so desperately wished was still alive, "I'll see you soon, and I'll be missing you until we meet again," I whispered, backing away from the hug.

"And I'll miss you my beautiful daughter," She leaned forward and kissed my cheek, before turning her attention to my my father, her husband, "I'll miss you too my love." She bit her bottom lip to keep from breaking down.

He smiled sadly, stroking her cheek as he gazed upon her with nothing but pure untainted love, "I'll still be around, I'll never truly be gone Kat."

I knitted my brows as I listened to their shared words, confused on what they mean. It seemed like they were saying goodbye to each other, but why would they if they both were to remain here once I was back in the land of the living?

Unless..

She nodded, "I know, but we deserved better than this. We should've all been together, living and breathing as a family, enjoying a happy life and actually being at our daughters wedding."

"I know it's unfair my darling," He whispered as he kissed her forehead, her eyes closing, "But now our baby will live on in our name, and everything will be as it's meant to."

Her lips tugged into a smile as her tears flowed freely down her cheeks, "I love you Qui-Gon, always and forever."

"I love you more Kat." He bent down and kissed her lips. I quickly looked away to give them their privacy, but it was over as quick as it began, "Are you ready (y/n)?" My father asked, gaining my attention back to him.

I nodded, taking a deep breath and preparing for whatever it is he was about to do, "I am," I told him as he stood in front of me and placed both hands on my shoulder, "But I have to ask, why are you two saying goodbye if I'm the one leaving?"

My mother looked to the floor while my father sighed, "If I tell you, you won't let it happen."

And just then, a bright while light beamed from his hands and entered me, making me glow like an Angel. The light that shined from me was so bright that it beamed through the growing darkness above us, causing it to slowly disappear.

I could feel it, a pull back to the land of the living. It was unlike anything I've ever experienced; it felt so magical and warm, and I could physically feel air entering my lungs and my heart beating into my rib cage.

I smiled knowing I was going to see Anakin again, and we can finally have that future we spent countless nights in bed planning. I was already anticipating seeing his face when he saw that I was alive.

Hope filled my soul once more, and hope is something I haven't felt in a long time.

But my smile dropped when I saw my father slowly disappearing. He was once solid, but now I could practically see right though him, "What's happening to you?" I asked, looking into his green eyes that were filled to the brim with tears of joy.

"There has to be a balance," He said, his smile never faltering, "I may not be living, but I am still present within the force and I'm giving the last of what I have to you."

My eyes widened, "You're ceasing to exist?" I asked in disbelief, trying my hardest to move away from his hold. I didn't want this, I didn't want him to be completely gone forever.

But he used the force to hold me in place since his hands could not longer do the job, "Sweetheart, I am giving you my force energy and it is enough to breathe life into you," He explained, "I will not cease to exist, because I will live within you always. I love you." His voice turned into an echo as he completely faded away like dust in the wind, and the world around me grew so bright it nearly blinded me and I had to close my eyes.

"Bye baby." I heard my mothers voice, but before I could open my eyes to see her one last time; I could feel myself completely drifting away into another reality.

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I gasped and shot my eyes open, only to be met with darkness. I quickly sat up, causing the cloak that laid on top of me to fall onto my lap and the light from the ship instantly burned my eyes.

I fought through the slight pain and scanned my gaze around the room, trying to understand where I was and how I got here.

Then it hit me, everything I saw and felt in the land of the dead returned to memory after momentarily forgetting it.

It brought tears to my eyes as I clutched my chest to mend my sad heart, "Thank you." I whispered, knowing my father lived in my heart, and I can only hope that he could hear me and know just how grateful I am for his sacrifice.

In that moment he proved just how much he loved me, and I hope he knows I love him just as much.

And as much as I want to sit her and wallow in my sadness, there was something I was brought back to do. I could already feel it, Anakin and the darkness that was growing within him.

I slowly stood up from the cold metal floor, causing me to shiver and accidentally caught a glimpse of myself in a reflective part of the ship. My scar.. it was gone, then something else hit me, my breathing, it didn't hurt.

My father didn't just give me life... he fixed me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat to keep myself from crying from gratitude. I wasn't going to waste this chance that was given to me, I was going to save my love and kill that worthless excuse of a man, Sidious.

No hate, only love.

I sighed heavily as I closed my eyes after hearing Qui-Gon's voice. I'll make sure to do it in a way my father would be proud of. I'll avoid the darkness lingering inside, and cling to the light - the real me.

Moments later, I was strutting down the ramp of the ship, heading straight for the building I could feel Anakin in, and Sidious.

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I hope this wasn't too stupid but this was the idea I've had for a very long time and idk it sounded better in my head, but Ahh I still hope it's to your liking.❤️ anyways I have one chapter left and then the Epilogue (:
We're almost there!!!
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