A/N: Hi guys! This is my first fanfiction ever, so I'm really nervous about how you guys will react to it. I'm from Denmark and I'm not that old so please be nice if there is some mess in the text. And remeber to send me a review cause I would love that! If you want to ask a question the you are free to do so :D Hope you enjoy! ^^

1. To deserve

"Tell your sister you were right…" His sister. My sons sister. My daughter. I have children. I still can't believe it. But how? Padmé died before giving birth because… because of me. I killed her. Did they save the kids after her death? No, that wouldn't be possible. She must have survived long enough to give birth. That could explain why I felt that she was alive on Mustafar. The only question remand is: how did she die if I didn't kill her? Cause I know she's dead. I visited her grave once 20 years back. Well, it doesn't matter. I will never see her again. Never. Even though I'm dying I cannot go where she is. She was too good in life to go to hell. Or wherever I'm going . I look at my son, Luke, one last time with my own blue eyes. Finally, after 23 years I'm free. Free of the Sith-yellow eyes, the Emperor, the mask, the dark. The light side practically shines out of my son, though he looks crushed. It gives me some kind of peace to see the light just one last time, before I'm going to eternal darkness. And with that, I close my eyes for the last time.

Wait, what? Wasn't I suppose to open my eyes to pain, darkness and suffering? Why is all I see a bright, white light? "Hello?" I ask carefully. "Anybody?" No answer. Slowly the whiteness transform itself into a forest. Spruce trees, waterfalls, rivers and mountains appear around me. Here is so… beautiful. My legs moves me foreword and past a small stream. I lean over it and almost pass out in chock. I look like myself. Like Anakin Skywalker and not Darth Vader. Long, dark blond hair, blue eyes and the only scar I have is the one over my eye. I also have my body parts back, except my right arm. The reflection is me for exactly 23 years ago. I run my fingers through my hair, just to be sure it's real. It is.

Suddenly I see a small person on top of the giant mountain. The person is too far away to be viewed clearly, and the sun is also costing some problems. But in less than a moment, I'm suddenly standing a few meters next to the person. Here is a fantastic view. It feels like I can see everything. But I'm not looking at anything else, but the woman next to me. It's a woman I haven't seen in what feels like forever. Cause she is dead. "Mom!" Shmi smiles to me, and opens her arms. I Run into them, and hug her. She laughs, and kiss my cheek. And that's a pretty tough challenge for her, because of my height. "I've missed you so much," I continue. My mother smiles even more. "Oh, my dear Ani. My dear, dear Ani. I never doubted you. I knew you would make it here someday."

"Where is ´here´?"

"It is the light side of the force. Whenever a person of the light side dies, they go here."

"But I'm not…"

"No more talk now," Shmi interrupt me. "You need to see the others." Then she takes my right hand and we are now standing in a palace. It's beautiful and the hall we're in are filled with stairs there goes in every possible direction, creating amazing patterns. There is hundreds of people here, but they are all dead friends of mine. I have killed most of them. "Anakin is here." Shmi doesn't raise her voice but everyone hears her. They all stops whatever they're doing and looks at me. One of them steps forward. I recognize him immediately. "Anakin?" he asks.

"Obi-wan?"

"My brother you have returned!" Obi-wan says and we hug. He, like me, looks exactly like he did 23 years ago.

"But I don't understand." My confusion grow bigger for every second. "What am I doing here? I mean wasn't I suppose to go to hell? All the things I have done…" "No." Obi-wan says. "You did none of these things. Darth Vader did. He was the name of the dark in you. The dark that controlled your actions and thoughts. One thing you must understand is: you didn't kill all these people, you didn't follow Palpatine and you didn't kill me. Darth Vader did." I can't do anything but smile. He forgives me. No, he doesn't forgives me. He doesn't give me the blame at all. Other people nod in agreement with me old master, and I recognize them all. Shaak Ti, Ki-adi Mundi, Qui-gon Jinn and many others. "Yes! Listen to Obi-wan, you must," Yoda says and comes out of the shadows with Master Windu. "You are welcomed here, Master Skywalker," Mace says. I can't believe what I'm hearing. "Master? Me?" Windu nods. "You have deserved it. To go to the dark side is easy, but to come back? That's a challenge only one have defeated. You." The smile on my face grows even bigger. I'm a Master. And though that title doesn't mean so much when you're dead, it means a lot to me. "Thank you, Master," I say and bows. He said I deserved it. And I guess if the force send me here instead of hell, maybe I do. Maybe Obi-wan was right. I'm not Darth Vader, I never was. I'm Anakin Skywalker.

"Come with me now, you must." Yoda releases me from my thoughts and him, Obi-wan and me are suddenly in some kind of jungle. Endor. I can see the ewoks and some other people celebrating. "What are they celebrating?" I ask Obi-wan. "The fall of the empire," he response. I nod. That is indeed a thing worth celebrating. Luke, Leia, Han, Chewbacca and Lando are also at the party. And my old droids R2-D2 and C-3PO is with them. A little while later, Luke goes by himself and looks in our direction. Yoda and Obi-wan are shining light blue and I know my son can see them. I want him to see me too. Without knowing exactly how, I make myself visible and look at Luke. He recognize me immediately and smiles to me. I smile back and nod. Then my daughter comes and drag Luke back to the party.

We're back in the castle when it hits me. I haven't seen her yet. Where is she? Does she even want to see my? If she doesn't I get it. I behaved like a monster. "Where is she?" My old Master knows who I mean. "In her room." A sad look comes over his face. "There is something you need to know Anakin... no one has seen her in years. She has just locked herself into her room and refuse to come out. Shmi is the only one she has talked to. And that was still through the door. I have seen her staring out of the window with tears in her eyes." My beautiful, kind and loving wife has been alone in 23 years. In pain. All because of me. Tears run to my eyes as I ask why no one has tried to teleport into the room. "It's impossible to teleport into a private room in the palace," is his only answer. "I need to see her." If she'll let me, I add in my thoughts. Obi-wan nods and points out a door. If I was alive I wouldn't have known which, cause there must be over a million doors here. But I'm not alive. And then I begin the walk to her door.

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