Okay guys, so this is the final normal chapter. I'm adding a little cookie from Obi-Wan's POV in the next chapter, but this is mostly it. We've been through a lot together, good and bad. Overall, I had a ton of fun writing this fanfic. I'm pretty new to fan fiction, so I was amazed at the amount of readers this got. I think I won't do Rebels for a while, I might write another Rebels after Season 2 ends. My next fanfic will be Clone Wars about what would of happened if Obi-Wan saved Satine as Darth Maul was about to stab her, and Obi-Wan died. How could that simple action change the galaxy for the good, and could the living galaxy and the dead galaxy be brought together? It will be long, but I am dedicated to doing it. Okay, final normal chapter….here we go!

Ahsoka POV

We walk for quite some time. There is little conversation; the heat forbids going deep into a topic. But I have to do this. I have to see our greatest hope with my own eyes, and my Master's good side. I don't need to talk to him, I just need to see him once. The Ghost and the Rebels are the least of my worries right now, the path ahead is.

We walk for about two hours in the beating sun. It still hasn't changed a bit here. But here's the crazy thing, I would live a million Clone Wars to come here once with Anakin Skywalker while being chased by Dooku trying to return Jabba's son back to him. I wonder how much that little huttlet has grown since I last held him.

Master Kenobi offers me water multiple times, but I refuse. I can't let anything delay me this time. I'm using my last ounce of my padawan days energy and determination. I just needed to relive those days one more time. Sure my lekku is longer and my features have grown, but inside I will always be that little fourteen year old girl who just wants to make her new Master around of her.

Master Kenobi also has changed completely, but is still the same. There is still a part of the smart, cautious, sarcastic, wise Jedi I once called Master Kenobi, sometimes Master Obi-Wan in more casual cases. The man with the crystal eyes and the ginger hair and beard.

"You know, I voted against your expelliation from the Order. So did Master Plo Koon, Fisto, Luminara, Windu, and Master Yoda." Master Kenobi says.

"Master Yoda didn't have a voice in Council votes though." I say.

"But he believed you."

I remember when I was told by many Masters I had great potential. They all said I would go places. Master Kenobi joked that I would one day take his seat in the Council. I wish that were so. I sense Master Kenobi wishes the same thing. I know he wishes the same thing.

"Speeder, four o'clock." Master Kenobi says, pointing to a faded yellow speeder coming towards the cliff edge. "Luke. That's his speeder. Drives much more carefully than his father, that's for sure." Master Kenobi says with slight sarcasm in his voice with a sprinkle of sorrow and remembrance.

The speeder pulls over when Luke sees us. We wave politely as Luke gets out of the speeder.

"Ben, it's good to see you. It's been awhile."Luke says while he gives Master Kenobi a pat on the back.

Oh Force.

The eyes, the height, the lips, the nose, ears, hair style, lingo, everything. It's Anakin. It's the spitting images of Anakin. All we have to do is dye his hair brown, put him in a uniform, and give him a lightssber, and bam, Master Skywalker. This boy is my haunting. His sister, which he has no knowledge of, is my heartbreak. The Skywalkers, they break your heart by just standing there. All you have to do is know one of them, and you know them all with the stories that come. The story of the slave. The story of Maul. The story of a podrace. The story of a padawan. The story of a love broken. A story of what was once so great. A story of death. A story of rebirth. They're all exactly the same.

"Whose this?" Anakin calls.

Oh wait, it's Luke. Sorry, I was just remembering the past of the galaxy and standing in the body of the person who subtly broke it into a horror. Oops, I'll try to fix that soon. But sorry, never finished my training so I won't be perfect. That's my fault too, by the way.

"This is Ahsoka, a daughter of a friend of mine."

"Hi, Ahsoka. I'm Luke." Luke says as he extends his hand towards me.

I shake it and it is like shaking Anakin's prosthetic hand again. It's the same story, but the heartbreak came quicker this time.

"Nice meeting you, Luke."

Master Kenobi and Luke start talking about a book of Master Kenobi's Luke has. Some jokes about his uncle and whatever the problem is between him and Master Kenobi. No one understands it. Except me.

The uncle is Palpatine. The friend of Ben Kenobi's is Anakin. Ben Kenobi is ginger head. The friend is torn apart between the uncle and the friend. He can only choose one. The one he doesn't choose, terrible things will happen to them and all their friends. The uncle is full of lies and is a faker. Deep down, the friend knows that the uncle is wrong, but things all clouding his judgement. On this other side, ginger head gave half his life dedicated to the freind. He gave him every ounce of his energy and all his time. Sure he told some lies, but he always eventually told the truth. However, the lies from the uncle are too hard to not resist. Against everything he knows, the friend goes with he uncle, feeling he has no choice. He joins the uncle, and destroys the friendship he had with ginger head. The broken friendship affects all of ginger head's friends too. The uncle now has all the power with the friend, and slowly, but surly, breaks the family apart. The family is gone, dead or alive. The friend remains, but devastated. Every story has happened before.

I'm sure someone out there understands it, too. How every story fits into the other. But a person has to relate to everyone in the story somehow; the evil one, the angel, and the twisted one. My Master, this boy's father, is the twisted one.

Or, was the twisted one.

Yes, my Master is another one of the uncles now, waiting for the cycle to repeat so he can take charge. You can hurt the ones you love, but you truly affect everything by hurting someone you love and someone that loves you back even more.

I hear the conversation come to a close. Master Kenobi and Luke shake hands, promising to meet each other later to exchange books. Luke then comes to me, and extends his hand in friendship.

"Until we met again, Ahsoka." Luke says.

"Until then, Luke. Pleasure meeting you." I say.

Oh Luke. Oh innocent Luke. We already have met. We met a long, long, time ago in a galaxy far, far away. I know you. I know you too well. I know you more than you know you. I know your story.

As Luke gets in the speeder and powers it back on, I look at him one more time. In the eyes as we all three wave. That look in his eyes. Not just the color is Anakin's, but the look is Anakin's.

"I just want to be free." it says. "Can I be me?"

"It's Anakin." I say as Luke disappears into the sun.

"I know." Master Kenobi responds.

"Even the lingo is Anakin."

We stare for awhile it the eye-burning sun. It's starting to set. We don't have to much time until nightfall. This is it. This is the last time we will see each other. The man Anakin thought was to be my Master is graduating me from this pain to a different one. Holding on, to letting go. Both are just as hard.

Master Kenobi and I start walking up a cliff; a so-called shortcut to the dunes that the Ghost is landed in. Maybe it is, maybe Master Kenobi doesn't want to let go just yet. I will never know. He tends to do that, always has. Won't let go until he has too.

As we near the exit of the passage of rocks and get closer to the dunes, Master Kenobi pulls me to a rock and ushers me to sit down. I can see the exit of the rock path; it is just a yard in front of us. Master Kenobi pulls the wooden box he got earlier. I knew it wasn't supplies. He opens it and I see lightsabers. All that I know.

Anakin's lightsaber, still with some ashes on them.

Obi-Wan's lightsaber, clean and shiny, although it hasn't been used for a long time.

Barriss' lightsaber, still clean with lies and a betrayed friendship. A lot like what the uncle's weapon might look like.

And at the bottom, the very bottom next to some lightsaber building materials and a few kyper crystals in a bag, marked with the name Luke on it, are my lightsabers, not clean, but not dirty.

"Hello." I think. "It's been awhile, hasn't it. I've wondered what you've been doing all this time. Having fun down there?"

"When Master Yoda and I went to the Temple, to reverse the 'return to Temple' signal, I went through Anakin's room and found a box. It said 'Snips' on it. I opened it, and found these in it. Yours and Barriss'.

I hold my lightsabers in awe. They feel the same, but are so different.

"Where did you get Anakin's?" I ask.

"Our dual on Mustafar. I took his lightsaber to distract me as he burnt to near death. It was something I couldn't watch. I had to find an excuse to look somewhere else."

"Why are you showing these to me?" I ask.

"I want you to take them, every single one but mine. They belong to you now," Master Kenobi says as he puts the box closer to me, begging me to take them in a way.

I take only two.

My original one and Barriss'. I push the box filled with the other three back to Master Kenobi.

"His your padawan, and I was his. Give his to Luke and keep mine as a memory. You said one time that you should remember your past, but let of it go. Remember you past by taking mine and Anakin's. I need Barriss' as a reminder of what the dark side really is and what it does, and my second one as a reminder of who I was. But I left the Order. I made the choice and in ways I regret it, and in ways I don't. I need to remember who I am and what I shouldn't be, but I need to let go."

Master Kenobi doesn't say anything at first, after after closing the box, he talks.

"Yes, Commander Tano. As you wish."

I want to laugh. Seventeen years ago, I would laugh. Eighteen years ago, I would hysterically laugh. Nineteen years go, I would awkwardly chuckle. Twenty years ago, I would think Master Kenobi was one of those weird Jedi Masters."

I close the box with Master Kenobi and feel his hands. They're tough with scars of the past, physical and mentally. I cry, knowing that this is it. This is the end of this friendship as we know it. Now, we will have memories only and no hope of seeing each other in the galaxy again.

"Ahsoka…" Master Kenobi says."You have to do this to complete your training. I still have the power to Knight you. You embrace me once, stand up, reach for your bag, walk away, and don't look back. Then, will I proclaim you a Jedi Knight. That might be the last graduation of the Order, depending on how the galaxy works."

I do as he says.

I embrace him and he embraces me back. I cry in his shoulder and whips some words. I don't remember them fully moments later. Something about a time, something about a place, something about some people. Something about how I miss a terrible war. Something about a soul in a machine. Something about thanks.

We stand up and look at each other one more time. Master Kenobi wipes warm tears off my face. He nods his head and says one last thing to me.

"May the Force be with you, Ahsoka."

"May the Force be with you, Master."

He pushes me off as I turn. I start waking away, trying not to look back. This is my Trial. This is what every padawan prepares for their whole life at the Order. This makes me a Knight. I grab my bag, not looking back, and start walking. Out of the tunnel of rocks, in the sand, that same sand from all that time ago when I was last here. I put the lightsabers in my bag, knowing that I will never use them myself ever. I have to let go. Which means I can't look back. I get about twenty meters away from the end of the canyon tunnel.

"In the name of the Force," I hear Master Kenobi yell, "I make you, Ahsoka Tano, a Jedi Knight. You have passes all the Trials of the Order. May the-"

"…Force be with you," we say in unison.

I sense Master Kenobi get up and start walking away, saddened, but less pained. I am alive, and for now, both of us are. I don't look back the whole walk, I just whisper four words in my mind for as long as I live.

"Thank you, Master Kenobi."

I can't really go into that much detail about Obi-Wan Kenobi, one of the greatest Jedi in the time of the Republic, without breaking my last promise to him.

Goodbye, Negotiator. May the force be with you. May you eyes and hair always stand out even when you are gone. May you train the boy well, and make him like his father, but completely different.

Goodbye.

Yup, that's pretty much it. That's the sad ending. Maybe a cookie after this from Obi-Wan, but that's it. Depressing music from TFA ending moments before the credits play. Well, I thought it was depressing. So, you know the drill. Comment, but don't go nuts. Goodbye Warzies! May your hair shine even though it may not be red or something like that.