Disclaimer: Technically this all belongs to good ol' George. I'm just messing around with his stuff.

Summary: Anakin won the battle on Mustafar, but left Obi-wan alive. Takes place twenty years later. Luke is the leader of the Rebels and Asajj Ventress is very much alive and seeking redemption and forgiveness from the one man she wronged the most.

Author's Note: This is a loose follow-up to "Only a Fool", but it can be read without reading that story. If you want the full details of what took place on Mustafar, though, I would suggest reading it. Again, thanks to all of you guys that have been reading and reviewing my writing! Hope you enjoy! :)

Key Characters: Obi-wan Kenobi, Asajj Ventress, Anakin Skywalker (Vader), Luke Skywalker, and others... there are a few that may not be accurate towards the books and such in relation to their ages (I wanted Kyle Katarn to be older than Luke, but wasn't sure if he really was), but most of the main characters I tried to keep accurate.

I was going to kill him, give him what he deserved. He was the cause of all my suffering, him and the Order he represented. I had already taken care of the latter. He was the last of my problems. He had fought well, better than anyone else would have. He could have killed me had he taken the opportunity.

But he was weak.

Now we stood across from each other in a sea of fire. Burnt dirt, burnt rock, fiery rivers, scalding steam. Heck, even the air itself was dry and tasted like ash. I breathed in and out calmly, savoring the raw power of the landscape around me.

We exchanged a few words, nothing I remember, and then I lunged. I remember aiming for his upper chest. I was going to slice him in half.

A single tear stopped me. This man never cries, and the sight of a tear falling down his face got to me for some reason. That was when the landscape around me faded, and it was only me and him. A Jedi and a Sith. Light and dark. Compassion versus anger.

Compassion won.

I changed my angle of attack. He fell, screaming in agony. I watched him for a brief moment and then turned and walked away.

I forgive you, brother.

Those were the last words he yelled after me, even in his pain.

I didn't look back.

Don't feel like you have to review the prologue, but reviews on the chapters would be great! Thanks for reading!

"At the end of the day, love and compassion will win..." ~ Terry Waite