A/N: Well, here we are. The final chapter. I hope you've had as much fun reading these as I did writing them. It's been a journey, tedious and exhausting at times, but I've learned a lot about my writing style and myself. Pretty cool, huh.

Until next time,

TSW

XCVI. A Light in the Dark.

All she can feel is pain. It's everywhere, surrounding her in a solid, relentless cloud of despair. There's no use in fighting it anymore. Her world begins to shrink into a single, lightless room with no windows and only one door.

Somewhere, someone is calling her, but she can't hear what they're saying. It doesn't matter. Words lost their meaning long ago.

But then a new sound comes to her. A cry. She'd know it anywhere, though she's never heard it before. Two tiny rays of innocence pierce her prison.

Luke. Leia. Anakin's last gift, a light in the dark.

XCVII. Steer by the Stars.

"Where are we going, Han?"

He smiles. "Maybe instead of worrying about where you're giong, you should pay attention to where you are."

She's not in the mood for an argument. "Fine. Where are we?"

"Alone," he says softly, with a scoundrel's grin she hasn't seen in a long time. "No kids. No politics. No stupid schedules." The look in his eyes is the same longing she saw there the first time they kissed. He's a little grayer now, but the effect is the same.

"Just us?"

"Uh-huh." He shuts off the navigation system. Tonight, they'll steer by the stars.

XCVIII. Shake the Heavens.

If there is one thing about him that will never be debated, it's that he loved her. Indeed, the galaxy rarely sees such spectacular devotion. That it ended in pain does nothing to dilute its magnificence.

A great tower that crumbles was once a tower, nonetheless. The same is true for him. Though fate and death drove them apart, and the cruel manipulation of fear caused him to falter, there was always love for her deep inside him, safe in the core of his soul.

From this adoration sprang a galactic destiny. It was a love to shake the heavens.

XCIX. Beneath These Hands.

Beneath these hands lies the power to turn back time.

I first discovered the ability by accident. It was a poor shot on my part. The bird lay crumpled on the ground, patiently waiting to die. When I touched the feathered fragments, something sharp, but not quite pleasant, raced through me. Muscles suddenly meshed back together. In an instant, the bird had flown away.

This is my destiny, my purpose in this world. To save those with no other hope. To pay off my rescue by rescuing others. There are second chances in life, and they lie beneath these hands.

C. The Path and the Walker.

Trust never came easy to her. As a leader, she'd always done everything by herself. That way, she was sure that nothing could go wrong.

It's a good business strategy, but it doesn't work so well in real life.

Sometimes, she wants to knock on Fate's door and tell her exactly how things need to go. Chaos ensues when plans go astray, and it leads to all sorts of inconveniences, like losing and fighting and falling in love.

But over the years she's learned to cope with imperfection, and to find that crucial trust between the path and the walker.

A Light in the Dark- Padme, RotS

Steer by the Stars- Han and Leia, post-RotJ

Shake the Heavens- Anakin, post- RotS

Beneath These Hands- Akaru, post-RotJ

The Path and the Walker- Leia, post-RotJ

The End, and Many Beginnings.

May the Force be with you, Always