So now I am here. The present at last. The Rebels have recently exited hyperspace to destroy the Deathstar and the Force has told me that they will win. I laugh, out of all the people to tell why me? I'm the one person who won't do anything about it. I continue sitting on my bed, I look in the mirror and see what I have become, yet I find myself strangely at peace. I hope to die and get sent to wherever the other evil doers of the Galaxy get sent to after death, yet when ever one of the Sith lords of legend die they go out in agony. Why am I so calm? I begin thinking of the past again one last time before I die. I begin thinking of what could've been when I am interrupted.

"No! Stop!" A familiar voice yells. I look around but I see no one else in the room with me. I realize that the voice sounds like… My old master.

"Please Victor I beg you. Let go of your hate, stop thinking of what could've been. You must let go of your misery, your hate. Change what you think, look inside your memories. Where once you felt sadness, nostalgia, make it into an expression describing the potential for your future. A future that is not weighed down by this pain. Meditate on this. Please."

I felt the all to familiar tremor in the force yet again. But I am clear of mind now. I feel peace, acceptance. Perhaps I will follow my master advice.

I breathe slowly until I am completely relaxed.

I open my eyes to find myself surrounded by ghosts,

"No Victor, not ghosts. We are real, this is all happening. We are not the shattered reminders you placed inside your consense." My master says.

I see everyone I care about here. But they are not the sneering, suffering images that are from my conciseness. They have nothing but compassion and love in their eyes. My master, friend, brother, mother, and father all surrounding me in a endless room of white light,

"Relax Victor." Sirus said. "We are here for you. The pain is over now."

"But how can you say that!" I shouted back through tears, "I killed you, you could have lived!"

Sirus chuckled back, "You didn't kill me, a rake did. You tried to save me by throwing me in that hay." He smirked."Don't tell me you beat yourself up over that."

He said it with no hate in his voice, in fact, he said it as it was some kind of joke. Like the jokes, we used to share.

"Still share." Sirus interrupted.

I looked toward my biological family, "But you guys, I killed you all!"

"No." My mother said sternly, "That wasn't you."

"That was the facade your brain put up to keep you alive. You had lost control of yourself long before that." My father chimed in.

My brother nodded in agreement. Perhaps I wasn't the only introvert in my family.

"Tell me." My master added, "Do you feel the pain anymore. Do you feel your physical limitations weighing you down anymore?"

I realized for the first time in half my life and no longer felt the pain. I also realized I could no longer feel my physical form, as if it had been vaporized. Perhaps it had something to do with that battle I was thinking of earlier. I shrugged it off, I couldn't remember the details anyway.

Sirus took my hand. "Come on, let's head to the temple." He walked me out of the room of white light into what looked like the Jedi temple. For some reason, I felt as if I had some great anger burnt away. "Whatever could I be angry with? My parents are visiting the temple today, my master has commended me on my abilities both mentally and physically and I am walking down the steps with my best friend by my side. The thoughts of anger completely left my mind. I looked in a mirror placed in the hall. My brown eyes, golden blond hair, and tanned skin looked back at me. But, why would I expect anything else?

So I walked into the light of the temple, a light that would forever keep the darkness away and I am at peace.