Hello!

I couldn't just write nothing until my next story, so, for those who wanted it, here's an epilogue!

I will say, just in case there was any confusion, the last story summary I gave you will not be an epilogue to this story!

Of course, I'm open to suggestions!

Ezra cautiously lowered the Phantom to the ground. Two years later, and the crew still wouldn't let him live the crash down…They had especially been skeptical about letting him go his back to Lothal on his own. That had taken some time, and a lot of persuading. They wanted him to at least bring Chopper, but no way was Ezra going to let him around Dove.

Ironically, as Ezra stepped out, he noticed some older, dirty wreckage. He winced, that was the wreckage of the previous Phantom…and that had been his fault…Hera hadn't brought the crash up, just simply gave him an order to start building one day. And with Hera, you couldn't turn down an order.

As he approached the small farm house, he remembered what it was like to think his family was gone, to think there was no way to get them back.

The feeling of helplessness.

But he quickly thought of Irene and Davin and their caring, calm attitude towards him. He had thought of them a lot since he had left. He had also thought of his little sister, laying so close, in the house right in front of him.

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His hand hovered over the door. Two years had passed, three years in a month. It had been two years since he had left the Lothal couple, right before Dove was born. He wanted to come back earlier, but with the growing rebellion…It was difficult…

He finally built up the courage and gave the door three hard raps. He heard two people speaking in hushed tones. What if something had happened and this isn't their house anymore?

Well, that didn't matter as soon as the door opened. Davin stood in the doorway, Irene not far behind him.

"Can we help y—?" Davin spoke gruffly. Then he froze.

A smile gradually lit up his face. Davin wasn't one to cry, but he felt himself tearing up just staring at the boy he had missed dearly.

"Raven!" Irene threw herself at the teen. He had come back!

"You grew up," She smiled, the tears never-ending. By the time she finally released him, Ezra was also crying. This always happened at Irene and Davin's house, it seemed.

Irene ushered him inside. She took another glance at the grown boy. He hadn't changed too much. He had grown an inch, not exactly noticeable to some, but Irene noticed these types of things. His eyes were still the same startling blue; they hadn't changed at all. But besides the physical traits, she noticed a new air of confidence in the boy. She hadn't known when he was coming back, or if he was coming back. But now, she knew she couldn't have kept him away.

They sat drinking the same warm drink as before he had left. The cream swirled around in the top, making a symbol that looked eerily like a phoenix.

"So," Irene began, "How's the crew?"

"Good! The rebellion is growing, that's for sure..," Ezra beamed, thinking of the Ghost crew. They had managed to stay together even through this rough ride.

"And how's Sabine?" Irene questioned with a sly, knowing smile.

Maybe it was just Davin, but Ezra seemed to turn a deep shade of red.

"Oh, she's—er, fine—," Ezra smiled shyly. Truth was, their relationship had gotten significantly…better, since the incident.

That is what the Ghost crew called it.

The incident.

As if it was something forgettable, something easily thrown away, tossed aside.

It wasn't.

But Ezra had grown to remember the good parts of that time. Especially Dove.

"Hmmm…better?" Davin teased; he couldn't help himself.

Ezra looked up startled.

Did I say that aloud?

Irene was glad to still see the confident attitude he held still gave-way to the soft, insecure part she had always adored.

Ezra just rolled his eyes. He was used to Zeb's constant teasing; it just didn't faze him anymore.

"Enough about me, when can I see Dove?"

Irene smiled, and stood abruptly.

"How about now?"

Ezra stood, not showing the excitement he had built up, "Fine by me."

….

As Ezra approached the small room, he had to tell himself to take deep breaths. This was the room he had lain in when he was ill, sick, and…dead? It brought back memories…this whole place did. He told himself that in that room lay his little sister…somehow, that made it worth it.

The first thing he noticed when he entered the room, was that it had been painted. The stark brown walls were now a soft, pale pink. It brightened the room, and his memories of it.

Then he saw the small figure, wrapped in a white linen blanket.

Ezra approached the child slowly, trying not to make a sound. The room was already so quiet. He looked back to where Davin and Irene stood in the doorway, proud of both of their kids. They nudged him forward, gesturing for him to have a look.

So, he did.

He laid his eyes on a beautiful, plump, rosy-cheeked little girl. She had small tufts of wispy blond hair. Dove was fast asleep, and the sound of her tiny breaths captivated Ezra. He wasn't related by blood, but he felt an immediate connection to the small one.

"She's perfect," Ezra whispered.

Irene smiled proudly at the first meeting of her two kids. It was just as perfect as she had wanted it. Even Davin agreed it was a moment he would never forget.

As Ezra spoke, Dove's small eyes cracked open, and she squinted at the figure who was not her mother. Her eyes were blue. Not raven blue, like Ezra's, but sky blue. They looked so much like a Lothal sky, the white glint could easily be mistaken for a cloud.

Ezra was quick to calm her, sending a soothing wave through the force. Although, she didn't need it. She cooed in delight, and wrapped her pudgy fist around one of Ezra's fingers. Ezra laughed, gently moving his finger back in forth, entertaining her greatly. Her small eyes seemed to focus on Ezra's belt, but more specifically, his lightsaber.

She reached out for it, entranced, and gurgling.

"You're a talkative one, aren't you," Ezra grinned, unhooking the lightsaber.

He held it out, carefully, to the small child. She gleefully ran her fingers around it, and gave a toothless smile, accompanied by a laugh.

Ezra glanced back at Davin and Irene.

"I think this one wants to be a Jedi," Ezra joked.

Irene and Davin laughed.

"She's already quite the negotiator...," Irene reasoned, referring to Ezra and Dove's little "chat."

Ezra laughed, once again.

She was so young…But he was young too.

As he looked down at Dove, he finally realized something.

Times were changing, no one could stop that.

But, he knew where his place was in the galaxy.

It wasn't a physical location…but more of a feeling, an overall mission he had to complete.

He would never lose his place.

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Like I said, this was just a chapter long epilogue, so I hope you enjoyed!

Until Next Time,

~TheChosenOne260