A/N) Hello all... welcome back! This is the final story in my 'A Mother's Love' universe. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Title: A Jedi's Legacy

Author: the-writer1988

Rating: K+

Summary: Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi were legends. Together they saved the galaxy and changed the Jedi Order. Years later, they are remembered. Part of my 'A Mother's Love universe'.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. Everything associated with it belongs to Disney.

Author Notes: This is the last story of my 'A Mother's Love' universe. This story is in the same vein as 'Goodbye Mother' was. The only difference is that the subjects being remembered are first, Obi-Wan and then Anakin. This story is designed to wrap up the AU universe that I have created.

One

Kenobi Tales

The body lay concealed in the stone coffin, standing upon the pyre. Flames would soon consume the coffin, returning the body to the light of the Force. However, though life had left that body, the memory of the man he had been would continue to live on, not just in the thoughts of his loved ones, but in history as well.

A tall, grey-haired man stood beside the coffin, one wrinkled hand resting on top of the coffin, the other hanging loosely at his side. His head was bowed in a gesture of respect. His hair was still in the customary shoulder length had had worn for most of his adult life. A slight smile tugged at the corner of the man's mouth, and for the first time since Obi-Wan Kenobi's death, Anakin Skywalker smiled.

He remembered Obi-Wan telling him to get it cut as it made him look stupid. Anakin had always maintained that his hair style made him younger then he was. Obi-Wan always told him he was denying age, something Anakin had contested against quite vocally. Obi-Wan had gone grey quite early, but his had been a distinguished grey rather than the old age grey Anakin now sported.

Anakin sighed, letting out a short breath of air. He had known this day would come, had even prepared himself for it, but still, despite losing loved ones and coming to terms with the imminent loss of his best friend – his brother- Anakin still found it difficult.

The bond that had been a part of him ever since he was nine years old was now silent. No longer would he feel or sense Obi-Wan's emotions. Nor would he ever hear his Master's voice reverberating around his brain. The bond was in tatters, broken the moment Obi-Wan had passed.

There was a gap, a gaping hole where Obi-Wan should have been. A void which made Anakin feel incomplete.

Obi-Wan Kenobi had succumbed to death three days before. He had been old, living past the expected age of normal humans, existing well into his one-hundred's – a perk of being a Jedi. The connection to the Force enabled Force-sensitive individuals to survive past the expected age of their own race.

Obi-Wan had lived to one-hundred and twenty-two.

Despite medical advancements, most human lifespans lived to around a hundred years. A human Jedi had the chance of living another few decades.

Sixteen years his junior, Anakin was one-hundred and six. Already he was feeling old, a sense he had felt since Obi-Wan's death. Once again, he took in a deep breath, trying to push back the unsettling feeling that was settling in his stomach.

"Dad?"

Anakin turned to see his oldest son – Luke – behind him. Obi-Wan's passing had hit Luke hard as he had learnt everything about the Force and how to be a Jedi from him. Luke's bond with Obi-Wan was different from Anakin's, however it was still a strong one. One, that like Anakin's own bond with his former Master, had been shattered.

"What is it, Luke?"

Luke swallowed. He had a few lines on his face and his hair was grey. His blue eyes had not dulled since the moment Anakin had first seen them when his son had been born. "Should I feel empty like I do?"

Anakin nodded. "Your bond with your Master is broken. I feel like it too."

Luke bit his lip. Clearly he was chewing something over, unsure of whether to say what he wanted to, to his father. Even in his early eighties, Luke still found it difficult to discuss Force matters with his father.

"What is it?" queried Anakin, knowing the only way he was going to get an answer from his son was to ask.

"I didn't feel like this when mum died." Luke sounded ashamed to admit that piece of information but Anakin understood.

Padmé Skywalker had passed away twelve years ago after a long illness. She had been ninety-eight. Her death had rocked Anakin hard but through the help of Obi-Wan, the loss had been lessened and he had come to accept it. Obi-Wan had understood Anakin's pain, for Satine had died a decade before Padmé. Obi-Wan's strength had supported Anakin through his own loss.

"You didn't have a Force bond with her," answered Anakin. "Your mother was not Force sensitive. She may have carried you, gave birth to you, but you never had that deep connection with her as you did with Obi-Wan. You forged the connection between yourself and Obi-Wan before you were born."

"But… you and mum had a connection…" answered Luke knowingly.

"That's because I made one," explained Anakin. "Just like you've done with Mara."

"But Mara is a Jedi. It was inevitable. But mum wasn't," Luke pointed out.

Anakin could see where Luke was coming from and he leaned forward. "Luke, I was the Chosen One. I could do things that ordinary Jedi couldn't. I saved Obi-Wan's life, tied him to me, kept him alive which has never been replicated since. Your mother was there for me when that happened. I could sense her and we became tied together despite her lack of Force talent. You know I am deeply attuned to the Force in other ways Jedi are not. I can sense and forge bonds with those that do have the ability to touch the Force. I had the same bond with my mother. Luke, you haven't had the circumstances I've had to be able to sense your mother in the same way I could." Anakin gripped his son on the shoulder. "Don't feel bad." He could sense the feelings through their bond. "Your loved your mother and that is the most important thing of all."

Luke sighed. He had never experienced a Force-related-bond death.

Anakin had, had his mother and his wife's loss to prepare him for the time when Obi-Wan passed on.

"When will the pain go away?" asked Luke.

Anakin squeezed his shoulder. "When you accept they are always with us, not in spirit and not in mind, but always remembered in our hearts."

Leia Solo sat in the front row of the chamber; her right hand curled into the left of her other half. She looked at Han as they both watched her father and her twin talk over the coffin of their deceased mentor. Leia hadn't been as close to Obi-Wan Kenobi as her father and brother had been. Taught the Jedi arts by Ahsoka Tano, Leia had found most of her Jedi life had been spent away from the Master's. She remembered being taught Force exercises when she had first come to the Temple as a young girl by Obi-Wan, but his involvement in her life had been limited due to her own choice and life-path.

Choosing to become a Jedi and work within the political arena of the Republic had led Leia away from her compatriots. Though she had mentored under Obi-Wan for a year when she had taken up the position of the Jedi representative to the Senate, she still felt that she didn't know the man as well as her father and twin did. Obi-Wan had been there to guide her, but he had let her make her own mistakes and learn from them. It was the only way for her to make the role her own and she had always been grateful to him for giving her the opportunity to work it out on her own without his interference.

He had, though, been there for her if she had needed advice. Fiercely independent, Leia had barely gone to him for help whilst he watched from the side-lines for the year she had been taught by him, only passing advice when he felt she absolutely needed it or when she asked for it. Leia had learned a lot from her own mother, skills she had put to good use when she had taken over Obi-Wan's position in the Senate.

"Hey, you alright, sweetheart?" Han squeezed her hand gently. "You look kinda lost there."

Leia shook her head. "I'm fine. It's just… Even though Obi-Wan has been a part of my family for years, I never really knew him like dad and Luke do. I had that year working with him but in the end it was mostly me learning as I went along. Obi-Wan wasn't a big part of my life as I thought he was. On reflection, I barely know him at all. Sure, I know he and dad were very close – brothers even – but to me? He was closer to Luke than I ever was. Most of my adult life I've been in the Senate rather than a proper part of the Jedi Order. I haven't spent a lot of time around him. Luke made a bond with him when he was just a baby – I never did. Luke was his apprentice, like dad was. They both have that connection, one that I never forged. I have one with Ahsoka, one with dad but not one with Obi-Wan. I learned a lot from Obi-Wan but really only though observing rather than actual teaching. Without him, I wouldn't be where I am today. It's strange. He's always been a part of our family, from the moment I was born and yet I do not have a strong connection towards him. You've had more contact with him over the years than I ever did."

Han shrugged. "Only 'cos I was a fighter pilot in your dad's squadron. And 'cos Obi-Wan was a part of the squadron too when he wanted to be."

"And," Leia emphasised, "you did save them both."

"That feels such a long time ago," murmured Han.

"It is. You're getting old now. Nearly ninety-six but you don't look it," responded Leia, looking up at her husband. He had gone grey years ago but had maintained a youthful look. Only his eyes showed his true age for his face barely held any wrinkles on them. "You may have been an outlaw but you proved you were a true citizen of the Republic when you saved my dad and Master Kenobi. And they rewarded you with a position that you thought you would never get."

Han smiled. "I was barely an outlaw."

"You smuggled spice," pointed out Leia. "For several years."

Han shrugged. "That's immaterial."

Leia shook her head in slight amusement. "Sometimes I wonder if not being accepted to any fighter squadron after you graduated was the will of the Force. When we first met, I sensed a connection that we were always meant to meet."

Han raised his eyebrows. "You know I don't believe in destiny."

"And yet you married the daughter of a Jedi who did have a destiny," she replied, winking at him. "How can you dispute destiny when there is proof of one?"

Han frowned. He stayed silent for a few minutes until he found the correct answer. "I don't believe in destiny twining us together then. Your father may have had some destiny but there was no destiny for us. Just blind luck. I saved your dad and Kenobi because it was the right thing to do. I didn't bank on them doing anything for me. I was happy they would let me go my own way without any repercussions. I may have been a smuggler, Leia, but I wasn't smuggling anything illegal."

"Spice is illegal, Han. You were ferrying that," she replied. "They should have arrested you."

"But they didn't," he pointed out, winking at her.

Leia sighed. "Only because you saved them." She glanced over at the coffin, where her father and brother still conversed with one another. "Do you still remember it? Meeting them for the first time?"

"Sure. It's ingrained in my memory. They'd been taken by a bunch of pirates who wanted to make an example of them for interfering with their slave trade runs. I just happened to be the pilot who was delivering spice to that group. I saw two men being hurt and hunted for no reason. I don't agree with the slave trade either. I stepped in 'cos I knew I could help. I didn't do it for the benefit." He smiled cheekily at her. "Though the reward I got was more than I imagined…"

Leia frowned. "Han. That is inappropriate for a funeral."

"Sorry, sweetheart," grinned Han. It sounded like he didn't have any remorse over his words. "Without Kenobi, you and I wouldn't be here together. I gotta be grateful for that."

A few places away from their cousin Leia, sat three other Jedi. The first was Tian, the oldest child of Obi-Wan and Satine, now at the distinguished age of eighty-two. Beside her sat the youngest Skywalker child, Ben, both were the same age. To his right was Kinlan-Jinn, the youngest Kenobi, in his middle seventies. They all wore Jedi robes, and they all had one thing in common: all of them had, had a mental link with Obi-Wan Kenobi, which had shattered upon his death.

The three Jedi had leaned on one another to support themselves.

Tian brushed reddish hair out of her face and turned to look at her cousin. "Ben, do you feel like someone is watching us?"

Ben nodded. "I do."

"Doesn't it feel like dad?" asked Kinlan-Jinn.

Ben frowned. "Obi-Wan wasn't my dad. He was my Master. But I know what you mean. I sense him to. Or something like him."

A slight smile tugged at Tian's lips. "It feels reassuring knowing that while he is gone, dad will always be with us, no matter where we are or what we do. I will always remember the day we became Jedi Knights. Dad was so proud of us."

Yeah…" Kinlan-Jinn remembered, "his face with that smile of his… his eyes proud of what we had achieved. We were part of the first generation of children of the Jedi to attain Knighthood. We showed that the system our father fought so hard to establish worked. We proved him right when he stood by the idea that attachments are not a hinder to Jedi if they are raised in the right way. Now we have to carry on his work."

"No matter what happens to us," added Ben, "the legacy of the Kenobi and Skywalker lines will live on. Years from now, Master Kenobi will be remembered. As will my dad. Without them this future wouldn't be possible. And neither of us would be here without him."

Over the years the younger sister of Anakin Skywalker and his former apprentice, Ahsoka Tano had become close friends. The one thing they had in common was how much they liked to tease the older Jedi. Kia had aged well. Despite her advancing years only a few wrinkles decorated her face and her eyes still shone with youthful abundance. However she was dying of a rare disease that not even the best doctors in the Republic could halt. She knew she had a few years left unless the disease increased its activity but it was still scary to be at a funeral and know that the next family one was likely to be hers. Still, she had led a good life. She had married a lovely man and they had run a restaurant together in the Senatorial district of Coruscant.

Kia and her husband hadn't had any children instead choosing to help the orphaned and the abandoned children that needed homes. The couple had spent many hours out of their restaurant helping to find suitable homes for those that had no other family. At one point Kia and her husband had nearly adopted one of the orphans but had chosen to bequeath the child to a family that had been more desperate than them for children.

Kia and Ahsoka's friendship had formed when Kia had started to find Force-sensitive children among the orphans. Ahsoka had been the conduit from the Temple to which they had talked through before turning the children over to the Jedi Order. It was at this time, in Kia's early twenties that their bond as friends began to grow and mature.

"What's your earliest memory?" asked Ahsoka suddenly, breaking the silence around them.

"Hmm?" mused Kia. "That's difficult. Of Obi-Wan, you mean?"

Ahsoka chuckled. "Naturally."

Kia contemplated her memory. What was the earliest memory she had of Obi-Wan? Memories degraded with time. "I don't know. I have a few memories of my childhood with Obi-Wan, but they are scattered and I don't know what order they go in. But there is one memory I will always remember, no matter how scary it was."

"The Jedi Temple trip when you were a child" guessed Ahsoka.

Kia nodded solemnly. "Yeah… I know it was Asajj Ventress who saved me when Darth Maul was strangling me but it was Obi-Wan who fought him and killed him. I had always looked up to Obi-Wan before then… But I looked up to him even more after that. I don't like remembering that trip but I do." She brushed a bit of grey hair out of her face. "But I got over it." She cocked her head to the side. "What about you?"

"Well… I was very young… three or four I think. It's one of my earliest memories. I had only been at the Jedi Temple for a very short while – maybe a few months? I remember hearing rumours that a Padawan had defeated a Sith Lord. And that's when I first saw Obi-Wan, just after he had returned from Naboo. I remember watching him walk across the hall, this Knight with so much responsibility on his shoulders," explained Ahsoka. "Even though I was young and could barely control the power inside me, I could feel how powerful Obi-Wan was. I always hoped that I would one day stand beside him as an equal. And I did. Not only did I get to do that, I got to sit beside him on the Jedi Council."

"Our memories of Obi-Wan are different. He was family to me," said Kia, "but for you, he was a hero and a colleague. Strange how one man can affect us so differently, isn't it?"

"Life circumstances," said Ahsoka. "No person is the same to another."

Luke Skywalker crossed his legs in meditation. The funeral had gone well but now was the time for life to move on. In the months leading up to his old Master's death, Luke had spent a lot of time with him meditating, trying to find some balance within it. This was the first time Luke had tried to meditate since Obi-Wan's death.

It was difficult to concentrate. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't find the centre to mediate. Memories kept ripping through his head. One in particular was when Obi-Wan had officially asked him to be his Padawan. Thirteen years of age, Luke had always known Obi-Wan would be his Jedi Master but it was still a thrill to get that invitation.

Luke…

Luke frowned. Where had that voice come from? He opened his eyes but no one else was in the room with him. He submerged himself into the Force again.

Luke…

The voice wasn't coming from the Force. It was coming from outside his meditation.

Coming to himself, Luke opened his eyes fully and this time saw a pearly figure, dressed in Jedi robes with a blue line circling around it. His eyes focused on the face and he gasped. "Master Obi-Wan!"

His old Master was there, in front of him. He was a Force ghost…

"Hello Luke."

Not many Jedi had learnt the ability to become a part of the Force after death. Most still moved on. Master Yoda had been the first of the Jedi Master's to use the ability after his own death nearly fifty years ago. He had appeared when needed to but his appearance's had gone sparser until he told them he had decided to pass on. It wasn't a surprise that Obi-Wan had learned the same technique.

"I seem to have confounded you," noted Obi-Wan.

Luke shook his head. "Not at all. I didn't think you would appear to me… I thought you'd appear to dad…"

"No. I won't ever appear to Anakin."

The younger man's eyes widened. "Why not?"

"Because I know if I appear to Anakin and talk to him, I will find it difficult to leave him. It's better for him and for me if I stay away," explained the ghost of Obi-Wan Kenobi. "I come to you now because I need you to pass on a message for me."

Luke nodded. "Of course."

"To your father."

He had thought that might be coming. "What do you want me to tell him?"

Obi-Wan moved around the room and sat down on one of the meditation mats. "Tell him… Tell him that I will always be watching over him. No matter where he is, what he does, I will always be there looking after him. I know losing me will hit him hard. Anakin will try to hide it. He needs you more than ever. Help him."

Luke bowed respectfully to his old Master. "I will tell him."

A slight smile spread across Obi-Wan's face. "Thank you."

And then spirit of Obi-Wan Kenobi was gone.

"Dad?"

Anakin looked up from his brisk walk through the Temple. He wanted to be left alone. He had dealt with so many people during the day that he needed the space to sort out his thoughts. The funeral was over but he couldn't comprehend that his best friend – his brother – was gone. "What is it?"

Luke took his father's arm and pulled him aside, lowering his voice. "How are you?"

"Coping," answered Anakin. The bond still hurt.

"I have a – No, there is something I want to tell you. Advice, dad, if you'll have it," offered Luke, standing in front of Anakin.

"Go on…" answered Anakin slowly. He always valued any contributions his children could give him. He wasn't the only wise Skywalker Jedi around. Luke and Ben both were to.

"I know you and Master Obi-Wan were close… and I know it hurts you to think of him as gone, but he isn't really."

Anakin raised an eyebrow but didn't speak a word.

"You may not see him or hear him or even know he is there but Master Obi-Wan will always be watching over you," said Luke. He spun on his heel and swiftly walked away.

Anakin scratched the back of his head. "What was that about?" he muttered as he watched his son walk down the corridor before resuming his own journey towards the Council chambers.

Anakin stood alone, looking out into the skies above the Jedi Temple, from one of the balconies off the main Council chamber. It had been one of Obi-Wan's favourite places in his later years. A slight breeze tickled his hair. There was a gaping void in his heart. He could remember the last words his brother had spoken to him. A lump formed in his throat and he found it difficult to swallow. The memory scorched his brain, forcing him to relieve the moment Obi-Wan Kenobi passed away.

Obi-Wan lay on the bed, one arm outside of the covers, clutching Anakin's hand in a weak grip. "It's not the end, Anakin…"

"You won't be here anymore. How can it not be the end?" asked Anakin, the sense of incoming loss hitting him hard.

"I'll be in your heart, remember" wheezed Obi-Wan, coughing, his shoulder juddering in an effort to control his pain. "We will meet again."

"Will we?" Anakin couldn't help but think they wouldn't. Sure they knew Qui-Gon had found a way to communicate with them beyond death but who said they would end up in the same place?

"I believe we will," whispered Obi-Wan. "It's something to look forward…too."

Anakin could sense the strength leaving Obi-Wan. He didn't want to lose him. Tears gathered in his eyes. Obi-Wan's breathing became harsher and his life-force began to ebb. The cracks in their entwined bond began to appear. "Obi-Wan?"

"Hmm?" the dying man managed.

He wanted to beg him not to die but death was not something that could be prevented so he said something else: words that Obi-Wan would appreciate. "Thank you. For everything."

Obi-Wan's lips barely moved as he spoke his next – and final – words: "It's okay… Ana…kin…"

Obi-Wan lapsed into unconsciousness. He had joined the Force no more than an hour later.

Opening his eyes, Anakin let out a deep breath.

The funeral was final. There was no going back.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was gone.

His best friend, his mentor, his brother was gone.

"Remember…"

But there was one thing Anakin Skywalker could do.

And that would be to remember the life and times of Obi-Wan Kenobi and to pass on his legacy that he had created throughout his family.

To be continued...

Please let me know what you think!

This was difficult to write. So its taken me a while to be able to feel comfortable with posting this. The ages of the characters I took a long time to decide and its odd to think that Luke and Leia are in their 80's in this story. But my understanding is that being a Jedi enables one to be able to live longer than normal so that is what I went with.

So, Obi-Wan's chapter is done... Up next is Anakin's... I am still writing this chapter but I hope to be able to post it this time next week! :)

Until then,

the-writer1988