A/N: Hey guys! This is my first Star Wars fic so please leave a review! Enjoy:
It was five years after the defeat of the Empire. The heads of the New Republic sat on the steps of the senate building. The building was one of the feats of the Old Republic. One head turned to another, a puzzled look on his face.
"Leia," he asked, "It's been five years. What are we going to do with this building?" Leia returned the look.
"I don't know Luke," she responded. She looked at the third head, turning her head softly at him. "Han, you're so cute when you search for traces of the Empire."
"Very funny princess," Han retorted, "I found some traces in the uncharted regions of space. Chewie and I are taking a small squadron to check it out." Luke looked over at Han.
"Can I come too?" Luke asked eagerly. Han shook his head.
"Sorry kid," Han said, "I need you to stay here with Leia to help rebuild the Republic." Luke acknowledged Han as he left for the Millennium Falcon. Luke got up. He walked over the Jedi Temple. He heard footsteps. Luke turned around. He saw two men wearing robes. He identified one of them as Ben Kenobi, but the other one remained a mystery.
"Who are you?" Luke asked the Force spirit. The ghost smiled.
"I am your father," he said. Luke now realized that the ghost was Anakin Skywalker, his deceased father.
"Father, is there something that you and Ben would like to tell me?" Luke asked. Anakin laughed.
"Actually, yes there is, jut enter the temple into the Holocron library." Luke followed his father's orders and reached the Holocron library. Luke looked around at all of the cubes. He took one from a shelf. He lost control as he threw it to the ground. The Holocron shattered, and everything went to hell. Every Holocron started to break and shatter. Ben and Anakin walked up to him. They looked more real that usual. They were alive
