Hi guys! So, I'm going to start wrapping up the story, maybe two more chapters. Sorry that this chapter is a little late, I have a lot of tests this past week and I really need these to ace my classes. If you want me to do any Star Wars. Star Wars the Clone Wars, or Star Wars Rebels story that you would like to see, comment it. Okaaaayyyyy, on with the chapter!

Ahsoka POV

"I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left. I shouldn't of left," the voice rings in my head as we eat a late lunch. Everyone is silent; we eat and stare at our food. I think it's a type of soup with greens.

You know, I really do blame myself. You could see Anakin was easily angered by a lot of things. He had a rough past, i don't blame him. However when he became an adult and his past sorrows slowly became less of a problem, I came. Master Plo Koon one time told me that me being his student helped him. I should of stayed for him. He may have not be as angered after that, and resisted Palpatine's offers. Then, the war would be over and the Sith would be defeated. Anakin would be happy with Padme and their twins. The twins would be with their parents are raised right under the ways of the Force.

No one wants to break the silence. We're all too devastated to break the silence. No one wants to make any of us feel bad, especially me. We just eat and awkwardly look around the room. Someone finally breaks the silence. Ezra, of course.

"I like the soup, Master Kenobi."

"Thank you, Ezra."

"You're welcome, Master Kenobi."

Silence overtakes the room for another five minutes. I see Kanan and Ezra exchange a glance. Karan is giving Ezra a look. Probably mad at him for talking about the soup. I don't blame Ezra, though. I wanted to change things up when I was his age too. But that was a long, long, time ago in a galaxy far, far away. Karan looks the other way, obviously done with the eye to eye argument he was having with Ezra. Sabine is just looking around.

"Uh, Master Kenobi," Kanan says, "Where are the Skywalker twins, uh…um… what were their names again?"

"Luke and Leia. They're alive." Master Kenobi says. "Leia lives with Bail Organa, who remained a Senator to protect his wife and Leia from the Empire. She'll being raised in a good environment. Bail and I sometime send each other hidden transmutations, to make sure were both okay and Leia. He sends me a hologram of her sometimes," Master Kenobi says as he pulls out a data pad from the cabinet. He turns it on a a picture of a girl who looks just like Padme.

"Hello pretty," Ezra says and follows it with a whistle. Master Kenobi, Sabine, and I laugh. Can't blame Ezra, she really is a pretty girl. Padme was pretty too.

"Ezra!" Kanan scolds. "Jedi can't have attachments. Don't even think about it."

"Kanan, the days of the Order are over. Those rules don't apply to us anymore. For now, all of us that remain are preparing to save the galaxy. There will be a new Order someday, I hope. Did you get the coded transmission I sent to any survivors?" Master Kenobi inquires.

"He got even better than that," I jump in. "He got the holocron."

"Do you have it with you?" Master Kenobi asks.

"No, it's at our ship down in the valley dunes." Kanan answer.

"Oh, yes, that reminds me. Why are you here?" Master Kenobi asks bluntly, causing us all to laugh. For me, it was one of the most forced laughs of my life.

"Our engines cooled to much so we had to make an emergency landing here," Sabine responds. "Our pilot, Hera, and our friend, Zeb, are with the ship. We're part of the Rebel Alliance, so we thought it best for some of us to scout ahead. Them three sensed a presence or something that lead us here to you."

We all stop talking and start staring around the room randomly as we did a few minutes ago. I hold the data pad in my hands and look closely at it. She really is the spitting images of her mother. But, there's something about her face that looks just like Anakin.

Anakin. What once was a great name is now nothing but a scar. To most Jedi, a death sentence. To the Empire, Darth Vader. To Master Kenobi, padawan, brother, best friend, and betrayer. To Padme, husband, father, lover, and heartbreaker. To me, Master and my fault.

"She looks just like Padme." I say to myself, but everyone hears.

"I know." Master Kenobi responds. "But to everyone, she is Leia Organa, daughter of Bail Organa. Luke, the other twin, looks just like his father. His dirty blonde hair is the only thing that separates him from his father. He lives here, with Anakin's half brother, on Tatooine."

"And you didn't train him?" Kanan asks.

"His uncle wouldn't let me train him, nevertheless, talk to him. I don't blame him, though. He only wants his family to be safe. Vader might sense us here if there are two tamed force signatures. When the time is right, I will train Luke. Luke has grown to be…rebellious. All he wants is to get off of this rock. A lot like his dad, in a good way, though."

As Master Kenobi finishes his comment, Sabine's comlink beeps multiple times.

"Oh great." Sabine says. "We're way overdue."

"Engines must be good by now," Ezra adds.

"They must be worried about us." I say. "You three get back to the ship. I need to talk with Master Kenobi a little more. I'll be back by midnight. I promise. You should start walking now if you are to get back before Hera gets to worried."

"Worried about us, or worried about Kanan?" Ezra slyly jokes. That kid is too much. Sabine, Master Kenobi, and I hold in laughter, but some escapes.

"Ezra! You stop that right now! I'm a Jedi!" Karan yells.

"Let loose," Sabine comments everyone except me head towards the door.

"Listen to her, Kanan." Master Kenobi answers as he fills everyone's bottles with water. "And one more piece of advice Kanan," Master Kenobi says and continues. I stop listening to their conversation.

Anakin Skywalker.

Padme.

Barriss Offee

Master Plo Koon

The Republic.

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Master Luminara.

The Order.

Ahsoka Tano.

All gone because of me. It's my fault, I shouldn't of left. All that remains of that list is Darth Vader, the Empire. Ben Kenobi, and Fulcrum or whatever my code name is. It's all gone because I made a selfish choice. I know it's not Jedi-like to look back, but on the steps of the Temple maybe I should of, to see the look on Anakin's face. That would of changed my mind.

"I know what you're doing Ahsoka," Master Kenobi intrudes.

"I'm not doing anything, I'm just feeling regret."

"Go on."

"I shouldn't of left. It's my fault. The anger was going away in him, so was the sadness. But then I left. It's all my fault he listened to Palpatine, it's my fault everyone's dead, it's my fault your hair is while and not ginger. Your only on your 51st year!"

"50th, actually. Ahsoka, stop! I blamed myself too. Padme blamed herself. Yoda blamed himself. But we can't blame anyone. It was Anakin's fault. He did this to himself and when the twins are added into the stiua-"

"It's not HIS fault!" I yell. "It's Palpatine's. It's mine! It's yours. We're all to blame!" All of us! It's everyone's fault but HIS fault!" I yell loudly at Master Kenobi as I fall to the ground on my hands and knees. I don't cry, I just shake my head. My lekku is on the ground and getting sand everywhere but at this point, I don't care.

Master Kenobi comes down to my level and puts a hand on my back. He looks at me straight in the eyes and I am forced to look in them. Where are those bright blue eyes that were there before? Was that my Master's doing too?

"When the twins get in the mix, they will make Anakin regret his choices, I'm sure of it. He'll look back a see that it was Sidious' doing."

"The twins won't do it themselves." I say sternly.

"Your right. At that point, you might still be alive. Everyone else he loved will be dead. Including me."

That makes me lift my head up.

"You?" I say. "You? You are our best chance at destroying him."
"If the prophecy is true, Anakin will bring balance. He can't die. The Force won't allow it until the balance is brought. Remember Mortis? It was there that he was confirmed to be the Chosen One."

"But why do you die?" I cry.

"Because of Vader. He will somehow kill me, I have foreseen it." Master Kenobi says. "Admit it, Ahsoka, Since you saw me, you sensed in your visions that the center of the force signature, me, would be gone soon."

I can't lie to him. It's true, everything he says. I have to stop denying it. I don't know how to react to the situation, I don't. I just stare into the numbed crystals.

"I need to see his child with my eyes," I say. "I need to see him. Can I see Luke? Can I see him?'

"I was just about to ask you that. At this time everyday, Luke stares dumbly at the sky in this area far away from the moisture farm he lives out," Master Kenobi says as we stand up.

"What are you, a stalker?" I ask.

"No, I'm a hermit here but they are quite alike in some way," Master Kenobi says as he takes his bag and puts a wooden box in it. "Get your items," he continues, "It's about an hour to walk there and by then it will start getting dark. There will be no time to come back."

"What's in the box?" I ask.

"Some supplies just in case."

As we finish collecting our items and start walking to the door, Master Kenobi says something that crushes my heart a little.

"Both of us grew too fast, didn't we?" he says as we both look in the sandy mirror near the entrance.

"We sure did," I say wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"You know, I think I might cry of joy if the Separatists fleet landed right in front of this hut," Master Kenobi says as he walks out the door. I look in the mirror for a few more moments.

"So would I."

Okay, that finishes the second to last chapter of this story. I will try to get the last chapter published as soon as possible, but it might take awhile. Remember, no hate or anything. Thanks and goodbye my Warzies!