Title: Heroes

Author: Anaika Skywalker

Author's Email: lindsay30@austarnet.com.au

Rating: PG 13

Disclaimer: It all belongs to George Lucas, I just like to play in his universe once and a while.

Heroes

Chapter Two: The truth.

Coruscant was huge, and not just from space I found out. After we'd landed Han took me to the apartment he shared with his wife within the old Imperial Palace. His wife was very beautiful and made me feel a little plan.

I looked around as he explained things to her - Leia he said her name was. Their apartment looked expensive. Everything in the entire building looked expensive.

I jumped at the hand that touched my shoulder, pulling away quickly; I turned, seeing it was only Leia.

She seemed sorry and concerned. "I thought you might like to use the fresher, I can lent you some of my daughter Jaina's clothes if you like. You're about the same size," she suggested.

I nodded. "Thank you," I said and saw her smile. Following her.

After a shower, which I washed my hair, it needed it. I used one of the fluffy towels to dry myself with. Wrapping it around my bruised and batted body, I went back into the bedroom. Seeing the clothes that had been set out for me.

Their daughter Jaina was with her brothers on a planet called Yavin 4, becoming a Jedi Knight. So I was going to be using her bedroom.

I pulled on the clothing, after the warm shower, my back was aching. In fact a lot of my body was aching. I suppose I'd been running on adrenalin for days and now was starting to come down. I rubbed my temples, feeling them throbbing. The room felt like it was spinning and then there was nothing but darkness.

I could hear voices, soft concerned voices. I must have passed out, I though to myself. Slowly I opened my eyes and the room came into focus. Han and Leia were there, as was another man and woman who were talking with a Mon Calaminan, before she was left.

Han smiled at me. "Finally awake kid."

"What happened?" I asked.

"You fainted," he told me. "You had a few more injuries then just bruising."

"Oh, sorry," I mumbled.

"Hey kid, you've got nothing to be sorry about," he said concerned. "Take it easy though, your going to need to rest up. Let those cracked ribs heal."

I nodded. Cracked ribs. No wonder I felt horrible. I looked past Han to the man and woman now standing with Leia. Something was familiar about them. I just couldn't place it. I closed my eyes and thought about it, drawing on everything my real father had taught me. Bring it all into perspective. I reopened my eyes. Now I knew who he was. Luke Skywalker. Dad had talked about him; I met him once when I was real little, about three or four.

I pulled myself up. Seeing his eyes on me. It was as if he was looking into my sole, I wondered if he realized who I was. Then it all came back, the painful memories I'd buried so deep. Seeing my parent's tragic death at the hands of pirates. The attacks. I put my hands over my ears, trying to block out the screams. Squeezing my eyes shut. I didn't wont to remember this. Didn't wont to.

When I thought my world was collapsing around me, a calming presence brought me back again. I opened my eyes and saw Luke holding my hands.

"It's alright Tara," he said gently to me. "No one is ever going to hurt you again."

I throw my arms around Luke's neck and held on tight, crying tears I kept hidden so long.

That was five years ago. I have a new family now. One who loves and cares for me. I'm no longer the emotionally mixed up fourteen-year-old I was. Luke and Mara Skywalker petitioned the courts to adopt me, and I legally changed my name to Tara Skywalker. I also have a baby brother, Ben. He's so adorable.

Being told I was Force-sensitive was the start of a new life for me. I went back to Genoss and faced my former family. It was a part of my Jedi training. I told them, I forgave them and then left with my father.

The life I live now is one of service for I am a Jedi. I have a wonderful family, an Uncle, Aunt and cousins. There is a young man in my life, who I feel possible one day may be more then a friend. For now though I am happy he is apart of my life. I am happy my life turned out the way it did.

The End.