Chapter 1: Prologue

When one died, their spirit would become one with the Cosmic Force in separated plane of existence. Still, a force-sensitive one could learn the secrets of the Living Force, thus continuing to keep their spirit in a form of force spirit. But for the non-force-sensitive, their spirit would be gone, joining with the Cosmic Force instead.

It had been a long time since his passing on the Death Star where he took his last breath in his son's arms. It was the day he redeemed himself by saving his son from his former master and ended the dark lord's life. He didn't know what he would face in the afterlife after judging by what he had done during the reign of Galatic Empire, but he knew one thing: he didn't die as Darth Vader.

Moments before his consciousness slipped into the Netherworld of the Force, a voice called him and taught him how to keep living as a force spirit. It wasn't long before he knew it was his once-mentor, Obi-Wan Kenobi.

After being able to remain intact with the physical world, he had let his spirit roamed the galaxy as he free at last. Sometimes, he would appear in some certain situations and let the fate decided itself after. He didn't know how long it had been since his death, but he knew that a great Jedi would rise after the dark history repeated itself for the second time. His son and daughter had grown old while his grandson turned to the dark side in similar ways like him. Still, he could let the fate decide itself as he was already dead, but there was one thing he couldn't rest his hands on.

A non-force-sensitive wouldn't be able to remain in the physical world; only to have their spirit merge back with the Cosmic Force without any traces of their living spirit left. This included his angel who came to his thoughts which made him saved his own son. His wife, who he had to thank as she brought him back to the light in his last moments. One of the things he wanted to do after knowing how to live on as a force spirit was to find her; to find her again after all what he had done.

Despite his efforts, he couldn't deny the truth that she was gone, disappeared from existence as she wasn't a force-sensitive. It meant she could be anywhere where the force existed in the Netherworld of the Force, and everything in existence was rich of force. To find her, he must be able to find that part of her which seemed futile to do.

After many years of what seemed to be useless searching, something happened to him. He finally came upon a particular part of the force which resonated with him. It felt strange to him as he inspected it, but he soon thought it was his imagination and chose to ignore it. The moment he turned around, he heard something calling him from within the said part of force. In seconds, his vision started to turn white as he was engulfed in a light.

The Chosen One, it called to him. He didn't know where he was or what was happening, but he found that the light felt comfortable. Its presence was familiar to him as like he had felt it before. It wasn't long before it called him again. This time, it questioned him of his existence which he didn't know how to reply. Silence occupied him not for long before it asked him again. This time, he started to feel his consciousness slipped from retaining in a force spirit form, but he could still hear the question.

What would be your wish if you were to be given a second chance of being alive again?

As if he already knew the answer, he replied without having to think of anything. After all, his goal was finding the lost force of his wife in first place; even if it was impossible. Now he was given a chance to express it, he took the chance before his consciousness slipped

I want to be reunited with my angel again, and exist together in both realms of life and death.

Wish granted.