Quick quick update I know! Well, I just thought that I should update now, because it could be a little while before I update again because I have finals comiong up... But I shouldn't take any longer than a week! Well, enjoy this chapter and don;t forget to review! And thanks to those who have reviewed! I love ya!

Chapter 4

Master Luke and Janira stood hunched before a group of the fuzzy little Ewoks. Looking around her, Janira noticed that they had created their own underground city; for what purpose, she did not know.

The Ewok gave another series of sounds, meant to resemble a name.

"My Ewok friends," Luke said while bowing. "What brings you down here?"

One of the Ewoks, Janira thought it was the leader, began a series of movements, telling the story of how they came to live down here. This is how Janira interpreted the story:

One day while we all were having one of our seasonal festivals, there was a loud thud, one that sounded like a ship landing. Immediately, I sent out scouts to investigate the peculiar sound. When only one returned, I knew that something had to be terribly wrong. I asked the one scout what happened, and he said that the sound was a ship, an Imperial ship, and that once the scouts were in front of the ship, they were ambushed. The scouts ran away, but he was the only one that survived.

Since our clan was already deteriorated, from the last imperial army, I thought it best to move our town somewhere that the army would not be able to find us. The only place that I figured that army would not find us is here, in our underground utopia.

Once the Ewok finished his story, Master Luke nodded his head in understanding.

"Do you know where the army went?" Luke asked the Ewok leader.

You mean they are not up there? The leader replied.

"I see no signs of them up there, no soldiers, not even a ship."

The whole Ewok clan looked around at each other, stumped.

Luke thought for a moment, and then said, "Thank you for your time. I would advise you to stay underground until we know further."

The Ewok nodded his agreement and Luke and Janira took their leave. Once they were back out of the hole, Janira turned to Luke.

"Well that was interesting," she exclaimed.

Luke nodded his head, but didn't reply.

Janira paused for a second. "Do you think that we could visit your father's grave now?"

"Patience, my apprentice," Luke stated. "There are still some places that I would like to go to, like the fallen Empire station."

Janira paused thoughtfully. "How about we split up?" she suggested. "We could cover more ground and save time by doing that."

"Alright," Luke gave in. "But report to me on this Com of you see anything, understood?"

"Perfectly." Janira gave a sly smile.

Luke took off to the East, towards the ruins and Janira went to the South; not exactly sure of what she was looking for. When she was positive that Luke was out of seeing and hearing distance, Janira began to call on the force for help to find Anakin's grave. Since Luke would not take her there, she began to get frustrated and took the matter into her own hands. And for what she was planning to do, she would rather not have Luke there, for he would be skeptical and make Janira uncomfortable. For if she was not completely sure of herself, then her plan would surely fail, and that was not acceptable.

Back when she and Luke were talking with the Ewoks, she had felt a great power there. It troubled Janira to feel it, for she was not sure if she and Luke would be able to destroy it on their own, they needed help. At first, Janira did not know whom or what would be able to aid the Jedi in this difficult quest, but then it dawned on her. They would need an ancient power, one that few had lived to see, but still one that was also a great legend. In her mind, Janira knew that what she was going to attempt would not only endanger herself, but the whole Galactic.

Janira stopped in her hurried tracks to ponder whether or not she should really go through with this. But she shook her head, to clear her mind of these negative thoughts, and continued on her way. She knew she was getting close now, she could feel it. It wondered her why Luke had not felt this great power, and if he did, why he did not tell her about it. As quickly as these questions came, they left her troubled mind, for right before her lay the sight that she had been longing to see.

Anakin Skywalker's grave.

Janira tentatively walked over to the barren spot, where it was obvious that something had been burned on a pyre there. Slowly bending down to the ground, Janira placed her trembling hands over the dirt and felt a surge of power flow through her body. Quickly drawing her hands back, she knew, knew, that this was the right spot.

"Please let me be able to do this," she whispered; mostly to herself, but also to the Force.

Biting her lip, Janira once more placed her hands down to the ground. Then, using all the power she had, she began to whisper a chant in a foreign language. She was using an ancient art to do this, one that even surprised herself that she knew. The ground beneath her feet began to shake, which told Janira that she was doing everything correctly. Her body was getting weak, her mind light-headed, but she could not give up, not now.

Giving one final line of the chant, she pushed down hard onto the ground and then flew backwards. She lay there for a while, to catch her breath, then hesitantly raised her head. The sight that was there before her held such power, such significance, that Janira could hardly believe that she had done it. There, before her, stood the great Jedi Knight, Anakin Skywalker! He was dressed in a black Jedi entourage and had shoulder length blonde, wavy hair. Over his right eye was a scar and for his right arm, there was a machine.

Anakin looked slowly around at his surroundings and then down at Janira. She wondered what he thought of her, her eyes wide with shock, her clothes dirty, and her hands bright red. But really, she didn't care all that much. Actually, she was more astonished that she, the one that was barely even considered a Jedi, had just done what many had believed to be impossible.

"How did I get to Endor?" Anakin remarked at last. "And where is Master Kenobi?"

Janira gave a sigh of relief. At least she had not brought back the Anakin that was on the dark side.

"Uhh…" Janira didn't know where to begin. "You see I sort've brought you here. And Master Kenobi, I am sorry to say, is no longer with us. He passed away many years ago…"

"What!" Anakin shouted. "Master Kenobi could not have possibly died a couple of years ago! I was just with him!" He looked around him once more. "And why in Force's name did you bring me here?"

"I brought you because we need help!" Janira declared firmly.

"What, help with destroying the sith? I was already working on that."

Janira slammed her hand on her head and slid it down her face.

"No, you do not understand me correctly. You died six years ago, well, actually, you, Anakin, died twenty-four years ago, but that is a long story…"

At first Anakin did not say anything, but just glared at Janira. Then finally he spoke. "What kind of trickery is this? I am standing right before you, you can see me, so I am surely not dead."

Janira rolled her eyes. Obviously, she was going to have to spell it out for him. "No, you are not dead at the moment, but you were dead. I just raised you… from the dead."