The soft light of the sunrise made the trees of the Endor glow as the sounds of footsteps came crunching through bushes below. The Rebels looked exhausted, mostly because they had been partying all night. A tired and still a little injured Luke Skywalker got to the waiting Alliance ships first, and slowly climbed up the ramp. His sister Leia followed him. They trudged their way to their separate quarters and collapsed onto their beds. Luke sighed. The Empire was finally dead, but so was Anakin Skywalker, his father. Luke would have loved for him to be alive, but he knew that was never going to happen.

If he only knew how wrong he was.