XII: Epilogue

Princess Leia felt a slight discomfort on her tummy, she felt her head was spinning at a fast pace, a million thoughts, emotions and memories raced within her… Then it all stopped.

She begin palpating her body, checking for a scar or wound of some sort or maybe even pain. There was none. She felt fine, better than ever, actually…

It didn't make sense because now that she could focus, she remembered that the last thing that happened to her was being attacked by the evil king. Yet there was no wound on her. Peculiar…

"My dear," she heard a voice, soft, loving, melodic, ethereal… familiar. A voice she had thought she'd never hear again. "My princess, my daughter," the voice went on. "You're here at last!"

Leia looked up, astonished in the most wonderful of ways, tears shot violently from her sweet brown eyes. Tears of happiness and emotion, of course. "Fa—father?" she questioned, testing the word, unsure of whether she was dreaming or not.

It was him… it was Anakin Skywalker!

He sat tall and mighty on a throne many meters above from where Leia stood. He looked even more magnificent than Leia remembered. A mess of long golden curls graced his beautiful face. Above it he wore a crown, like when he was king of Tatooine, yet this one was significantly different. She didn't think she had gone back in time to when he was alive; the environment wasn't hot enough to be Tatooine.

"My child," the voice next to Anakin said, the face of an angel welcoming Leia. "Come and sit next to your father. He has waited so long for your arrival." Padmé said, smiling, her crown laid softly like a halo on top of her head.

"As we all have," said the soft voice she knew to be Yoda's, he appeared, on the same floor Leia was, coming with his kind, passive face. His small frame bowed to Leia. "Told you I trusted you to do the right thing… Princess Leia," he smiled. "Denying to slay an innocent… proved your own innocence. Your worth. A fine Jedi lady will you be!"

"I never doubted it," said another voice, a man, who also sat high above with Anakin and Padmé. Leia recognized that voice, though she had never met him. She had heard him, telling her to believe and use the Force on the night Padmé died.

Died! But… But she had also died! Palpatine killed her, just like he… Oh she remembered he had taken Luke!

"Luke!" Leia cried suddenly. "I have to go back for my brother…"

Just then she heard the sound of giggles from above. "Come and see him," Padmé said. "He will love you more when he learns that you died for him!" Padmé said, rocking the baby on her arms. Luke Skywalker was sleeping soundly on his mother's arms.

"You're home, my daughter," Anakin said, smiling.

"Home," Leia repeated, realizing it was true. "I'm home."

Yoda then escorted Leia through the stairs, reaching the high level of the others. She met with a great number of people, most of them Jedi.

"Like the Jedi Temple, I'm sure you will," Yoda said as he circled the large hall where all the masters were.

"Do you want to meet the younglings?" a master named Qui-Gon said.

"Maybe tomorrow," Master Windu commented. "Master Skywalker wants to take his children home. Maybe tomorrow she can get to explore the Temple..."

Home… Leia kept thinking, happily. I'm home.

She blinked softly, her grin turned to a small, graceful and thankful smile. Jyn's arms were around her and she could hear as her handmaiden hummed softly her lullaby. I'm home. She thought once more, happier than ever. She was smiling still when she finally closed her eyes.

Jyn kept rocking the small princess in her arms, she felt as her body lost all warmness, the princess was cold. Jyn realized with a knot on her throat.

She stopped singing and begin crying savagely, just like the baby Cassian was carrying.

The male rebel wanted to talk to Jyn, he wanted to love and comfort her. He knew she needed to grieve first. He should wait, Cassian knew, the time would come when he would ease her pain by telling her of the success the rebels had on Theed. The success on executing the king. Their world was free. Many innocents died to win freedom, to end the war, as it always happens, but still they had much to celebrate and live for.

For now, though… He let Jyn cry for Princess Leia. The world's last evil deed…

If only he could see her, smiling, playing with her brother Luke, right next to their happy parents… Home. Leia would never grow tired of that word. I'm home.

But then again, not all are able to see beauty amidst tragedy. Many crumble in tears unable to see the silver lining. They fail to recognize how much magic there is in the world.

There are many wonderful things, but visible only to those who know where to look.

THE END

AN: This fanfic was a love letter and a sort of tribute to our favorite princess and the most iconic female character of all time. As well as the wonderful actress and human being who brought her to life.

RIP Carrie Fisher,

RIP, Princess Leia.

Thank you for reading.