My father gave you, Journal, back to me when he died. As he asked I told Leia that there was still good in him. I burnt my father's armor. While his suit was destroyed by the fire I thought about all those things that he and my mother said. After that I joined the rebel alliance, my sister, my friends and the ewoks.
It was a happy moment, everybody was dancing. This night I saw Ben, Yoda and my young father. Anakin was smiling at me and Leia. I know one thing, He is proud of us.
When the time will come, I will find this Ahsoka Tano, I will take Leia by the hand, bring them in a place where we'll be alone, and read my father's message he wrote in the Journal for the three of us.
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FanfictionDear Journal... My name is Anakin, Anakin Skywalker i'm 13 years old...... This Journal is something that will last until the last Skywalker... I do not own the characters! I tried to fit some scenarios I imagined in the real story I'll finish it as...
