font face="courier"This is the third and final chapter to Eternal Forgiveness. I realize that some of the bits don't quite fit in, but just roll with it, okay? Cool. Oh yeah, all the characters belong to George Lucas, and I didn't make any money off this story. Yada yada yada./font


As Anakin watched, a small green form slowly made its way up the hill. Even from a distance, he could see the intelligent look in the old creature's eyes.
Walking forward from the place where he had spoken to Obi-Wan, Anakin found himself extremely nervous. He stopped about 10 feet away from the green one and waited.

"Aid an old Jedi not, will you?" said his newest visitor. "Come, help I need." Realizing his error, Anakin stepped forward to help the creature from where his stick had gotten stuck in a soft patch of ground.
When the stick was freed, Yoda shuffled his way over to a rock that Anakin hadn't noticed and sunk down upon it with a sigh of relief. He motioned for Anakin to join him, and when he was seated on the grass cross-legged, Yoda plucked a piece of grass, and held it thoughtfully between two knarled green fingers.
He simply sat there, staring at the blade of grass and not saying anything. Anakin waited patiently for as long as he could, mentally reviewing what Amidala and Obi-Wan had hinted at...something that he had yet to do before he could permanently stay in this paradise? He bit his lip, deep in thought.
A rustling drew him out of his reverie. Yoda had stopped staring at the blade of grass, and was now staring at him, through him, and into him.
Not to be so easily dominated, Anakin met his alien gaze. They stared at each other until Yoda broke the gaze, waving the hand holding the grass in front of Anakin. Blinking furiously, Anakin rubbed his dry eyes.
"See this grass, do you?" Yoda asked quietly. Anakin nodded. "It is a blade of grass only, yet see how it affects others." He held the grass out to a caterpillar crawling up a flower. When it stepped delicately onto the grass, he moved it over to a large luscious leaf where it immediately began to feed.
"Help others, it can." He looked at Anakin, who was staring at the feasting caterpillar. "Even after death." With that, Anakin looked up; surprised.
The blade of grass was already starting to wilt, perhaps under the teacher's stern gaze. Yoda placed it on the remains of the leaf next to the caterpillar, which crawled over and started chewing. "Your past can you redeem yet. Guide them, you can with mistakes," Anakin cocked an eyebrow. "Of which you have made many."
A mental scream surfaced Anakin's mind. It was the voice of the young smuggler whom storm troopers had tortured in preparation of Luke's carbon freezing on Bespin city. Vader could hear his screams even through closed doors. The only sound that rivaled the shivers that went down his spine from that sound had been the cries of his own son under Palpatine's ministrations.
Yoda paused, seemingly reading his thoughts. One question arose above the others, and when Anakin opened his mouth to give it voice, Yoda silenced him. "Time moves differently here. Calling to you, it is. Come, it is time." He stood up, gesturing for Anakin to do the same.
Confused, Anakin did as he was told, the padawan learner once again taking direction from the master. Yoda led him to the bottom of Visitor's Hill, as Anakin had come to think of it.
The hill stopped on a large flat plain, and a large body of water surrounded it; sparkling in the double suns overhead. Yet, Anakin saw none of this, for he had focused on the two figures waiting for him at the bottom.
Amidala held out her delicate hands to him, and he rushed forward to grasp them eagerly. Yoda caught up to the small group, and moved to stand on Obi-Wan's right side.
Anakin held her for a moment, until she whispered in his ear, "It is time for you to go." He pulled back, and saw her smiling gently. "Go to him now, Ani. He needs you." She let him go, and he turned to face his old teachers, looking for clarification.
Obi-Wan clasped his hands in front of his robe. "Luke needs you for guidance now, Anakin. It is time for you to go to him." When Anakin tried to protest, he held up his left hand to stop him. "You may return after the Force has deemed your work complete." He smiled. "And you will have earned your place here.
Anakin looked at Amidala, who smiled comfortingly back at him. "I'll be waiting." She said. He turned back to Yoda and Obi-Wan, and nodded his consent. "What do I need to do?" He asked.

"Close your eyes." Said Obi-Wan. "I will tell you when to open them." Obligingly, Anakin did so; taking his last look on paradise. He felt a particularly strong breeze stir his Jedi robes, and then Obi-Wan's voice told him to open his eyes.
When he did, the surroundings were such a drastic change that he took a small stumble backwards out of surprise. Obi-Wan's arm steadied him, and he realized where he was.
They were standing in a jungle, yet they had no effect on it. A strange looking spider crawled right through Anakin's right foot, yet he felt nothing. Hearing a noise, Anakin looked up, and saw his son striding towards their trio slowly. He watched as Luke came to rest against a wooden post, and knew that he saw them. Beaming with pride with the sudden knowledge of what Luke had accomplished, they stared at each other through Time and the Force until Leia came over to bring Luke back into the celebration.
Anakin stood there and watched his son and daughter receive congratulations from the various species that populated the forest. He knew Luke and Leia would need much guidance in the years to come, but that was the price of his eternal forgiveness, and after he had seen them on their ways, he would return to the hill by the water and to his Amidala, forever.