Author's note: We have finally come to the last chapter - and I have a favor to ask you, my dear readers.

Instead of reading this online, copy the chapter on a word document. Scroll down to the first black line - see the text between inverted commas? Highlight everything and change the font to Old English Text (at least, that's the one I used, but if there's another old-elaborate-and-official-looking one you like, go ahead.)

Repeat the change with the text between inverted commas in the last paragraph - again, I used My Old Remington font, but any other slightly-damaged-looking one will do. I couldn't find any handwriting-like font I liked, but if you have a favorite, go ahead and use that one.

Why am I asking you all this? Because I spent about one hour experimenting with fonts and it looked very nice, even if I say so myself. Unfortunately, this doesn't show up on - all I could do was put them in bold or italic, which is really not the same.

I'll stop bothering you now lest this note becomes longer than the chapter itself.

Part IV

About 40 Years After the Battle of Yavin

When Jacen Solo began his own descent down the path of darkness, he thought he was alone.

Poor chap had no idea of how wrong he was.

About the same time, a faint disturbance emerged in the Force

If one listened very, very carefully, one would distinguish from the general harmony the sound of footsteps, like somebody pacing back and forth, and a loud, angry voice.

"I can't believe it. I can't believe it!"

Despite the claim, the tone of voice clearly stated that the speaker could believe it all right, but that didn't mean he was anywhere near accepting it.

Leena glanced at the founder of the Skywalker clan and raised her eyebrows, but didn't say anything.

"He even planned to kill his parents! His parents, you heard? I mean, I can see him wanting to kill that insufferable Han Solo – I mean, who wouldn't? But his mama? His own mama?!"

Leena snorted. "Ah. Now he begins to see how it is." She shook her head. "My word, I never thought I'd see the day."

Obi-Wan placed a hand on her shoulder and was rewarded with a warm smile. "You will be lingering some more then, mom?"

"Seems likely. What's with Skywalker boys anyway? One needs to watch them like a hawk!" Leena sighed. "And here I was hoping I could finally have a peaceful afterlife…"

Obi-Wan wrapped one arm around her shoulders. "You can take a break every once in a while, mommy. You wouldn't neglect Master Jinn, Master Yoda and me, would you?" He winked, making her giggle.

"You're my favorite company, you know. I'm so glad I could meet you all." She smiled, and her eyes sparkled. "But really, if this keeps up, I'll have to rename myself as Skywalkers' Bane."

He chuckled. "Well, it would be fitting, wouldn't it?"

Anakin plopped down beside them. "SO right. Besides, Jacen should really be careful." He glared at the universe at large. "This time there's going to be two of us!"

200 Years after the Battle of Yavin

Translation from "The Warning" - the notorious text which contains a message from the founder of the Skywalker family, passed to his descendants by the way of the Force in 50 ABY.

"…and verily I say unto thee, beware of the Dark side, for it promises gain, but does not bestow it. Those who allow themselves to be swayed shall know no peace, not as they walk under the stars and surely not after their passing.

Hark!

If thou do not recoil from the Dark in time, the Skywalkers' Bane shall wait for thee at the end of thy time and shall bring justice and atonement unto thee.

Great is the power of the Bane, greater than any Jedi or Sith, and none can hope to escape it.

Go now, and ask no more. "

Original message:

"Listen there, you scoundrels, the Dark Side doesn't pay – ever, so stay well away from it unless you want to lose everything. And I mean "everything," so consider yourselves included.

You'd better watch your steps, because if you end up there, well, don't count on a peaceful afterlife. You'll find yourself face to face with Mrs. Leena, a.k.a. Obi-Wan Kenobi's mom, a.k.a. the Skywalkers' Bane.

You think you're a big, bad, mean Sith? She's worse. Much, much worse.

The moment you cross over, she's going to come down on you like a ton of solid permacrete and, trust me, it will be painful.

Also because I'll be lending her a hand.

Any questions?"

Return of the Author's note: as I mentioned in the opening note, this is the last chapter.

I'd like to thank all of you, whether you are readers, reviewers, fav-ers or all 3: you can't imagine how much your support meant to me. Special thanks go, of course, to those who followed Leena from "Song my mother taught me".

You are the best, all of you.