Revan was right – Pall did come to the Telos Academy, along with his younger brother and little sister. Kavar and Lonna were both named after Jedi Masters. With their father's connection to the land, and their mother's legacy of the Force, the three were instrumental in restoring Telos. They fought in the sky against pirates. On land, they defended the restoration zones from criminals.
Carth lived another thirty years before old age finally caught up to him. He had no Jedi powers, and he was already almost forty when he met the amnesic Revan. He died peacefully in his sleep one night. His four children flew back to Telos from whatever corner they were fighting in. Revan had kept her word. In thirty years, they had never left each other's side. The Republic mourned the lost of one of their best. Carth's old comrades, mostly now aging senators and governors, made their way to Telos to pay their respects. Carth's widow, who understood live and death better than anyone, did not weep at his wake. She cried alone in her room, but as she explained to her children, "He has been my constant companion. He was my anchor when I was tempted and when I was lost. Let me cry, I miss him so."
That was when Revan moved to the Telos Academy. By that time, the new generation of Jedi had populated the school. What began with ten Jedi had become thousands scattered all over the galaxy. Half of the students didn't even know that this matronly woman in her decline once held the galaxy by the throat. They only saw her as the one that fixed the Padawans' robes before their initiation ceremony. And perhaps that was what Revan wanted.
One afternoon, about a year after her move, Revan took a nap. In her youth, there had been a favorite tree in Dantooine for that sort of thing. But the tree was burned down by Malak and besides; they were at the Telos pole. Instead, Revan found herself sitting alone in the chambers. Soner was teaching the youngest Padawans their lightsaber techniques; otherwise he might have joined her.
"I haven't felt this content since those summer in Dantooine under the tree. It was all so peaceful then."
"Indeed, student? I recall you were just as capable of mischief as the Padawans."
Revan turned towards the sound of the voice. Master Vandar—the spirit of Master Vandar, at least—was seated in the chair opposite of her.
"Master." Even though her bones were brittle, Revan still bowed to her dead master. "Bastila told me on Taris your vision spoke of a horrible war."
"The vision told me not to go to war. But it did so by showing me the true nature of the war—that the true Sith were lurking out there, waiting for the Jedi to come and fight."
"Why didn't you tell me? All those planets, all those deaths…why didn't you tell me the true nature of the vision?"
Vandar smiled. "You have always been the sum of your actions, Revan. And you were meant to go to war and we were meant to stay. You were meant to change. Tell me, if you were young again, knowing what you know now, would you want me to tell you about the vision?"
Revan thought at first the right answer was 'yes'. After all, the Jedi Civil War would not have happened. But then Revan thought of Bastila, and she thought of Carth, and the three children she had given birth to. "I would take nothing back."
"We grow from the mistakes in our past. You needed to fall into darkness. Just as much as you need to save yourself. And that is the last lesson I can teach you. Come, Revan, it is time to go."
"Go?" asked Revan.
"Surely you have felt it? You are dying, Revan."
"Yes. Yes I know that. But I—" Revan thought about Carth in his mortal tomb, his bones turning to dust. Revan had always imagined that was to be her fate—her dust mingling with his. "I am not a Jedi anymore, Vandar. That has been gone for years. My fate is not to become one with the Force."
"Do you truly thinking the Force would allow the body of its champion to fall into corruption and decay? It is time to go, Revan!"
She turned for a moment. Soner was just within her field of vision. "Do not worry about them. You have brought them this far."
"Yes…yes, I'm ready to go now."
Soner felt a wind rush through him. "Revan?" He abandoned the Padawans and let the Force guide him in the direction he needed to go. He had to.
By the time he reached the chamber, Revan was gone. Her clothing was in a heap on one of the chairs, and her twin lightsabers—unused for decades—had fallen to the floor. The Padawans and the younger Knights caught up to Soner. They realized the older Jedi had died in her sleep.
"Revan," said Soner, unable to hold back the tears, "I'm alone again."
"Fear not, my General. I told you—my echoes will travel throughout the galaxy. You cannot escape me."
Soner turned around. All his students had their jaws dropped in amazement. There, in the center of the room, stood Revan. No longer was she old and crippled. Her face was like it was before the Wars, like on those Dantooine afternoons. But her eyes bore the wisdom of the Prodigal Knight. She was dressed in her war robes—the black gown with the girdle and the hood.
All the students were stunned. They had heard and read about the wars in their history lectures, but nothing prepared them for this. This was Lady Revan in all her glory.
"He's waiting for you," said Soner.
Revan smiled and nodded. She looked at Soner, and then at his students, and back to Soner again. "The Force will be with you. Always. And so will I."
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The chambers where Atris committed suicide became Revan's tomb. While she left no physical body behind, her belongings were entombed along with Carth's remains, moved from his family's cemetery. The general's sarcophagus bore his likeness on the lid, and Revan's old war gown and her lightsabers were sealed in a similar stone casket. Her own image was carved into the stone. And at the door stood a giant stone statue. It was similar to the tombs of Korriban, but while students dreaded to step on the soil of the Sith haunting grounds, they flocked to Revan's tomb.
For Revan was right about the echoes. All the places in the galaxy where she walked would forever be filled with her echoes. Her final gift to the galaxy. And so the legacy of Revan, the Prodigal Knight, lasted until the stars went dim.