"Okay kids, time for bed." Hera said to seven year old Deepa and three year old Jacen who were running around the sitting room.

"We're not going to bed until daddy gets home." Deepa said, crossing her arms in front of her chest stubbornly, obviously the leader of the two. Kanan was away on Lothal helping Ezra and was due back that night.

"Fine, then you won't hear the story tonight." Hera said, walking away from them.

"Story, I wanna hear the story." Jacen said, running after Hera.

Mulling over it, Deepa eventually followed as well.


Settling down in Jacen's room, Hera tucked Jacen into his bed and sat down with Deepa on her lap.

"What's the story about tonight?" Deepa asked.

"It's a simple story about a boy who was lost and a girl who was broken. They fought alongside a survivor, a war veteran , and a fallen knight. I led them into battle against an evil so terrible it tried to black out the stars. . ." Hera started the story, the children staring up at her, enraptured.


Coming in after a long flight, Kanan entered the house and hearing a voice coming from his son's room, Kanan walked down the corridor and smiling, looked in at his beautiful wife and sleeping children.

"We fought for each other. We fought for those who could not. But we never imagined it would end like this. A family together at last." Hera finished the story as Kanan came into the room, kissed Hera, picked up his sleeping daughter and carried her to her room across the hall.

"You're back" Deepa murmured sleepily.

"Yes I am, sweetheart." Kanan said, tucking her in

'I love you, daddy." Deepa said.

"I love you too, my little starbird." Kanan whispered, closing the door.