Anakin's P.O.V.

"No!" I ran over to where Ahsoka lay. I cradled her skinny body. This should not have happened.

Ahsoka's P.O.V.

Darkness. Darkness was all I saw. Along with a light. A blinding yellow light shone at the end. I took a step forward. "Ahsoka!" I heard a voice call. I could see a faint outline of two togruti people. My parents.

"Ahsoka, honey." My mother took a step forward. She looked wonderful. No signs of her suicide attempt. That is, a stab to the throat. I looked at my dad. He looked amazing. He didn't have any signs of his murder. "Am I dead?" I asked. My mother shook her head. "You are in a Limbo-like state." My father told me. I nodded. "You can choose your fate." A third voice said. I turned and saw an old friend. "Dallas?" I asked. Dallas was my best togrutan friend, but he died of an illness when I was five. "Ahsoka." He ran forward and tried to hug me, but he passed right through me. "I'm sorry, but I can't touch living souls." I nodded. "So I have to die before we can touch?" I asked. Dallas gave me a sad smile. "Yes." I nodded. "But," He added. "If your friend Harmony knows what to do, you can go back." Dallas told me. "You mean with the knife? But I don't want to go back."

Harmony's P.O.V.

After Anakin sent out the signal, I knew what happened. I grabbed Ahsoka's knife, and ran to the infirmary.

I saw Ahsoka on the ground, cradled in Anakin's arms. Wow, that's something you don't see everyday. I ran over, and knelt down, skinning my knees in the process. I pried Ahsoka out of Anakin's arms, (Not a very easy thing to do.) and looked at the knife. Hm...Well, better see if it works!

Let me explain. Ahsoka gave me the knife in case she failed to defeat Barriss. If she failed, this knife would revive Ahsoka. I hope.

I set Ahsoka down on the floor, and raised the knife over her head.

Ahsoka's P.O.V.

"How is it in the underworld?" I asked. My mother sighed. "Not very good. You'd be better off in the war. It's worse down here." I looked at her in shock, then heard an ear-splitting scream. "Please Ahsoka," I turned and saw Dallas speaking. "Don't join us. We didn't have a choice, but you do." I looked at the ground. "Ahsoka, you have so much to achieve. Make the wise choice, and live."

"How?" I asked. "What makes you think I even want to go back? Guys, I'm not sure if this is very obvious, but I'm never going back. The past is in the past. (1 Who said that?) You can't make." My mother gave me a sad look. "We may not be able too." She started. "But Harmony might."

Harmony's P.O.V.

I brought the knife down on Ahsoka's wounds. Anakin was still crying. Pft. Sissy.

After all of Ahsoka's lightsaber wounds were healed, (Due to the knife) she twitched a muscle. My work here is done.

Ahsoka's P.O.V.

My parents and Dallas started to fade away. "What?" I asked. "Your friend has chosen your path for you. Your fate lies in her hands."

Harmony's P.O.V.

Ahsoka started to wake up. "Yo. Crybaby. She's up." I tried to be tough, but my voice cracked. I did it. I saved Ahsoka.

Anakin's P.O.V.

Wiping my tears away, I looked at Ahsoka. Her body gave a jerk, and the color returned to her face. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa. She moved? But- but I thought she was dead. I got up, and walked over to Ahsoka's body. She lurched forward, and gasped. "Arg!" Harmony shouted. (She was right next to Ahsoka) I jumped back a little too. "Ahsoka?" I asked. Ahsoka looked around, then started to cry. "Hey, it's all right." I said, trying to calm her down. I took her into my lap. I was vaguely aware of Obi Wan looking at me, trying not to laugh. Ahsoka wrapped her thin arms around my neck. I gave her a soft smile. "What's wrong Snips?" I asked her. Ahsoka turned to Harmony. "Why did you save me?!" Ahsoka cried. "I wanted to die!" I stared at Ahsoka in shock. "Ahsoka, what-?"

"I saved you because you are my friend!" Harmony cut me off. "If you were really my friend, you would've left me to die." Harmony gave Ahsoka a hurt look. "I know. But I love you too much to let you go. You're like my sister." Ahsoka looked up a little. "Ahsoka, you're like the sister I never had, you're like Obi Wan's daughter," Obi Wan nodded. "And Anakin..., well, if I told you, he'd kill me, so um... well, you get the picture." I glared at Harmony.

"Heh, heh, heh...Um, SE YA IN P.E.!" (1 Which Disney charterer said that?) Harmony ran out of the room. "P.E.? We don't even have P.E. Do we?" I asked. Obi Wan shrugged.

I looked down at Ahsoka, who had her head buried in my chest. It was now almost midnight. I heard a shutter, and saw Obi Wan taking a picture of us. "For blackmail." He said. I glared at him. I shook Ahsoka a little. She didn't budge. She's sleeping! I thought. Ahsoka did look happy though. I left her, not wanting to disturb her. Maybe after this, we'll end up together.

Haaaa...The perfect ending. Part two is coming out soon! Ya know, after I edit this one. So, how did you like? This story is about pain, and hurt. I know that a lot of you readers must be going through this. If any of you want to talk about it, I'll be there. I promise.

-Hayden