The portal expelled you with a rush of energy, and you stumbled, gasping as your hands met the cold, unforgiving stone of the Senate building's grand platform. For a moment, the world swam around you, disorientation clawing at your senses. The hum of Coruscant's bustling life filled the air—speeders zipped through the skylanes above, and massive ships rumbled in the distance. Walkways teemed with beings from every corner of the galaxy, their movements fluid and indifferent to your arrival.

You looked up, your vision sharpening as the cityscape stretched before you. Familiarity tugged at your heart—a bittersweet ache as you took in the soaring architecture and the vibrant yet chaotic pulse of the galaxy's heart. Home. The thought was both comforting and heavy, bringing a sad smile to your lips.

Rising to your feet, you dusted yourself off, brushing the stray dirt from your rumpled robes. Adjusting your bag on your shoulder, you took a deep breath to steady yourself. The Force thrummed around you, both a welcome presence and a weighty reminder of the path ahead.

Your gaze shifted purposefully toward the distant spires of the Jedi Temple, its silhouette stark against the Coruscant skyline. The imposing structure seemed untouched, yet the echoes of your visions clawed at your mind—the fires, the destruction, the betrayal. Shaking off the chilling thought, you squared your shoulders and started forward, weaving through the bustling crowd.

The urgency burned within you. Anakin. Obi-Wan. You had to find them. You had to warn them.

The weight of your duty pressed heavily on your steps, but each stride toward the Temple carried a sense of resolve. The familiar warmth of the Force surged in your veins, urging you onward. Whatever awaited, you knew one thing with absolute certainty: you were home, and you would do whatever it took to alter the grim future you'd seen.

The gardens of the Jedi Temple were as serene as you remembered, the tranquil hum of the Force weaving through the air. The soft rustle of leaves and the faint chirping of distant avian creatures were broken only by the rhythmic clash of lightsabers. You turned the corner, and there they were—Anakin and Obi-Wan, locked in a fluid dance of skill and precision, their sabers a blur of blue light.

Your breath caught as you watched them. It was as if time had paused, capturing a moment of peace you feared would soon shatter. Then, as if sensing your presence, Anakin froze mid-swing. His lightsaber stilled, and he turned toward you, his piercing blue eyes widening in shock and disbelief. Tears glistened in them, and before you could react, he sheathed his saber, the blade disappearing with a sharp snap-hiss, and ran to you.

The force of his embrace nearly knocked you off your feet, his arms wrapping around you with an intensity that spoke volumes. "Lira!" he choked out, his voice trembling as if afraid you were a mirage that would vanish if he blinked too long. His shoulders heaved as he held onto you like a lifeline.

Tears sprang unbidden to your eyes, spilling freely as you wrapped your arms around him. These tears weren't for the sorrow and loss you had felt with the Avengers. These were tears of joy, of relief, of being reunited with someone you loved so dearly. "Anakin," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I'm here. I'm home."

Obi-Wan had stopped as well, his saber lowered but still ignited as he watched the scene unfold. His expression softened, his usual stoicism giving way to a small, warm smile. He deactivated his lightsaber and approached you both, his steps unhurried but purposeful.

"You've returned," Obi-Wan said quietly, his voice carrying the calm assurance that was so uniquely his. Though his tone was measured, you could see the flicker of emotion in his eyes—a mixture of relief and something unspoken.

Anakin pulled back slightly, his hands gripping your shoulders as if to reassure himself that you were real. "I thought we'd lost you," he said, his voice breaking. "You were just...gone. And now—" He broke off, his words swallowed by the emotions choking him.

You smiled through your tears, brushing a hand gently along his cheek. "I had to go, Ani. But I'm here now. And I'll explain everything—I promise."

Obi-Wan reached you then, his hand resting briefly on Anakin's shoulder before turning his gaze to you. "It's good to see you again," he said, his voice steady, though the warmth in his words was unmistakable. "We've missed you."

You nodded, the lump in your throat making speech impossible for a moment. The three of you stood there, surrounded by the quiet strength of the Force, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, you allowed yourself to hope.