Prologue
A raven haired teen, lay on the cold floor of a dank room. His electric blue eyes pierced through the dark atmosphere. His breathes were sharp and a hand covered his broken ribcage. The boy was covered in several cuts and bruises, and wore nothing but a destroyed grey shirt and demolished green pants.
He sighed. "Why are you here Thomas?" he groaned.
Another boy stepped into the room. Striking gold eyes told that he was with the dark side. He wore a sleek black suit, and silver gloves. He had dark brown hair with a single streak red, and tan skin. He also had a long, single scar on his cheek.
"My name isn't Thomas!" the brown headed boy spat. "It's …"
"It's what?" asked the raven haired teen. "Scar? Destroyer? Traitor?" His voice lowered at the last one as he narrowed his eyes.
"I am not a traitor Ezra!" he yelled.
"Really?" Ezra questioned. "A year ago, you said that you were my friend and you would never hurt me and that you had my back! Yesterday you tried to kill me! Did you have my back then? Did you have my BACK when you joined the Empire? Did you have my back when Molly was killed?"
Thomas growled, secretly trying to hold back tears, knowing that it was true.
"Well, at least I'm not wounded, lost, and abandoned," Thomas said. "I chose to leave while YOU were abandoned!"
Ezra shrugged. He then picked up a small device right next to him. Thomas's eyes opened wide.
"Is that…" Thomas started.
"Yep!" Ezra said. "It now doesn't matter."
Ezra's finger stood atop the blue button on the device, and Thomas backed up. "If that goes wrong…"
"It won't," Ezra said. "Not with me around. It might not save Molly, but it will give the three of us a second chance. Hopefully I'll see you soon."
Ezra's hand smashed on the button and everything vanished.
_ This prologue is not supposed to make sense.