Chapter Eight

Obi-Wan and Padme stood together on her balcony looking up into the starlit Coruscant sky.

"I still can't believe it. It was like a dream. But it was him, wasn't it?"

"Yes." Obi-Wan turned to her and smiled. She returned the smile quickly and he breathed in deeply, absorbingher beauty with his eyes. Force, he loved her.

"Death is just a passage, Padme. A Jedi becomes even more powerful in death. Their spirit joins those Jedi who have died before them. To us who are here, they become advisors, protectors..."

"Guardian angels." Padme smiled again, taking his hand in hers.

"Yes."

Obi-Wan placed his arm around her, pulling her close,as they once more turned togaze out into the stars, unafraid of what their future would bring, unafraid of the Dark Forces surrounding them. They didn't need to fear, for there was someone watching over them, protecting them, always.