Ending Of Star Wars: Episode 6 Novels & Stories

"Just gonna ice up and head home." Zichen gave a small nod. "See you Monday, Captain." "Don't be late." He smirked. "Wouldn't dare." The door shut behind him, leaving me alone. I sat there for a moment longer, staring at my locker-my name stenciled in bold black letters, the captain's patch hanging from the hook beside it. The adrenaline was wearing off now, replaced by that deep, bone-heavy exhaustion. I stood, grabbed my bag, and made my way toward the ice baths. The water was brutal, biting into my muscles, but I welcomed it.

Closer. The silver ocean darkened beneath it. Not with corruption. With absence. The feeling of roads ending. Journeys finishing. Stories concluding. Then Mira finally spoke. Her voice barely audible. "That's the End." Silence. The words echoed across realities. The End. Not death. Not destruction. Something older. Something fundamental. The figure on the horizon stopped walking. It looked toward them. Luke couldn't see its face. Could barely see its shape. Yet he knew it was watching.

At last, everything is over. The End

Forever. The End.

"The endgame..." "...starts now."

He knew she hadn’t either. She looked at him as he pulled away slowly. Still moving in slow motion, it seemed she also knew something much bigger happened than just a kiss. They both looked up to the sky at the same time to see that the sky was begin lit up by shooting stars going in every direction. He didn’t know that was going to happen. Neither did she. It seemed never-ending little trails of light going across the sky in many different directions. The light show was enough to take their breaths away.

But then the next morning, I heard a knock on my door only for me to find out that Lane actually agreed. I looked at Amara as she placed my gears and materials on the table and explained to me everything that's going to happen. "We will be leaving in the afternoon. Lane and the rest of the team already left early in the morning." She continued with all the rules and regulations. When she was done, she looked at me th full of hope. She licked her lips and sighed heavily. "Last night, the Warrior Witches took hostages. A total of sixty of our men." My eyes widened with shock.

Both sides face each other at opposite sides of the battlefield from yesterday, the stench of smoke and blood still fill the air to some degree. We hear that the officers simply named the battle, Final Eternity. Although I found the name a bit bland, in all truth I believe it didn’t matter. The ceremony was conducted by the meeting of Generals from both sides. When our own General Vaxides read the official Persian letter and inspected the seal for authenticity while the Persian Leader General Izari did the same with the Remanian letter. When both Generals returned the letters and saluted each other we knew the war was now over. The cheers of both armies are much more deafening than the fierc

Not even in death. The End.

Always us. THE END