Still have writer's block for Aresko's Trials but I've been watching season 3 of Star Wars Rebels and was seriously disappointed when Maul died. He's always been one ofmy favorites, so I decided to write this. Hopfully soon I'll be able to start back up with Aresko's Trials, but until then, enjoy!

Make his fight on the hill in the early days
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun,on they run through the endless grey
On the fight, for they are right, yes, but who's to say?
For a hill men would kill,why? They do not know
Stiffened wounds test their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

For whom the bell tolls,
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls.

Metallica, For Whom The Bell Tolls

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Maul watched Ezra patiently. He was waiting for the perfect moment to strike, to claim his apprentice. But Jarrus was there, he was always there. As were others. But soon he would find the boy alone, then he would claim his apprentice.

Yes, yes. Then he will be yours. said the voices that often spoke to Maul. He nodded in response to the voices. Maul's patience was wearing thin, however. But the voices urged him to be patient. Your patience will pay off. the voices said. So Maul stayed put. He waited for the right moment. " Soon. " he said to himself, " Soon, the boy will be mine. "

" Ezra! Focus! " Kanan shouted as him and Ezra sparred.

" Sorry Kanan! I... " His voice trailed. He couldn't shake the odd feeling that he was being watched. He couldn't shake the feeling that it was Maul. But it couldn't be, he was gone. But yet, he felt...

" Ezra! What is wrong with you? " Kanan said, a bit more harshly than he had intended. Ezra lowered his gaze to the ground.

" I'm sorry. I'm just... distracted. I feel like I'm being watched. "

" Watched? Why would any one be watching you, Ezra? Maybe you just need to rest. You had a rough time back on Tatooine. "

Tatooine. Ezra wished Kanan hadn't brought that place up. It made him think of the former Sith.

" Alright. I guess you're right. "

" Of course I am. Now go lie down and get some rest. We can work on training tomorrow. "

So Ezra nodded to his master, turned, and walked away to The Ghost. He boarded the old vessel and headed to the room that he shared with Garazeb Orrelios. Ezra stopped as he crossed the thresh-hold. He shivered. He felt as if the room temperature suddenly dropped.

Yes, rest my apprentice. You will need it for what's about to come. Ezra gasped and stumbled back into the hallway, tripping over C1-10P.

" Wurp wurp! " the droid exclaimed crankily.

" Uh, sorry Chop. "

" Wurp burp wurp! " the droid said as he wheeled away. Ezra rolled his eyes at the cranky droid and turned back to his room.

" Maul. I know it was you. But where are you? " Ezra said aloud, his eyes nervously shifting from one end of the room to another. Needless to say, Ezra didn't get much rest.

Kanan paced outside. He was concerned about Ezra. Who would be watching his young apprentice and why would it disturb him so much? Perhaps it was more than just Ezra being on edge. Perhaps it was more than the boy just being paranoid or tired. Maybe it was something more. Maybe he was really being watch. But by who? It couldn't of been Maul. Ezra had told him what had happened on Tatooine. Maul was dead.

He watched the Jedi pace. He watched everything. He had learned to watch, to be observant. He had the voices to thank. They guided him through much, just like now. They continued to urge him to be patient. Patience wasn't exactly in his vocabulary though. His hands twitched restlessly, and he found himself shifting from foot to foot, from standing to sitting. He was growing tired of just watching, he wanted to act. Now.

No! Be still and wait. Good things come to those who wait. said the voices.

" Yes, yes. You are right. Must wait. Cannot ruin this. " Maul said in response to the voices.

" Kanan? " Hera said as she approached the pacing Jedi. She could tell something was bothering him, " What's wrong? "

Kanan stopped pacing and turned to the sound of her voice. Sadly, he could no longer gaze upon her beautiful face, but he could imagine it. He imagined her now, her brow creased in concern. " It's Ezra. " he said.

" What did he do this time? "

Kanan couldn't help but chuckle. " HE didn't do anything. But I'm worried he might. Earlier during our sparring, he was distracted. When I had asked him what was wrong he said he felt like someone was watching him. "

Hera's concern grew. " Sounds like when- "

" It can't be Maul, Hera. " Kanan said, cutting her off.

" I know, but still. What if someone is trying to get Ezra? "

" Then we need to protect him. "

Night began to fall, and the temperature of the hot dessert dropped dramatically. Maul shivered and pulled his cloak tighter around himself. Ironic, how a place so hot could become so cold with the coming of night. The voices were silent, which worried Maul. Why weren't they speaking to him? They had become his comfort in the past twenty-eight years. Even when Mother Talzan had attempted at fixing his broken mind. Even then he could still hear the voices.

" Mother... " Maul said to himself in a whisper, but in the empty night his voice seemed to carry. Maul attempted to adjust the way he was sitting, but was soon overwhelmed with a terrible pain. He gritted his teeth and grasped at his chest. Moving the cloak to the side, a large vertical cut was visible. It had healed a considerable amount than what it had been, thanks to bacta infused bandages. But he had ran out of the bandages. He reached into the pocket of his cloak and pulled out four round pills. Quickly he popped them into his mouth.

Ease your pain. You will need your strength. it was the voices again. Maul smiled to himself. They were talking again.

Ezra tossed and turned in his bed, trying to sleep. But he couldn't stop thinking of earlier. He had heard Maul's voice. Or was it his imagination? Maybe he was losing his mind. After all, Kenobi had killed Maul. Surly it couldn't of been him. But still. He couldn't shake the feeling that it was, that Maul had somehow survived. But then, how did he survive?

They underestimate you. said the voices. Maul nodded.

" Yes, Kenobi, these rebels, my master. They all underestimate me. Kenobi thought he had succeeded. But he did not pierce both my hearts. "

This makes you stronger.

" Yes. They will underestimate me no more. "

Perhaps that is your biggest advantage. If they underestimate you, they will be easier to defeat.

Maul was growing tired. For two days now he had been awake, and exhaustion was taking its toll. His eye lids felt heavy, and his body was aching all over. The wound in his chest throbbed, though the pills had eased the pain some.

Sleep then. the voices said, Sleep is the best cure for you right now.

And so Maul obeyed. Painfully, he laid himself on his back, making sure not to put much pressure on his ribs or chest. It hurt when he did so. Maul's eyes slowly drifted shut, and soon, he was asleep. But not a deep sleep, as some might like. No, he was incapable of falling into a deep sleep. His sleep was light, more trance like. He could still hear things around him. But yet he was asleep. And in this trance like sleep, it was easy for him to wake, if needed. Of course, he was never fully rested after these trance-sleeps. But at least he was able to get some sleep. And now, he slept. No dreams would come to haunt him tonight. Only the soothing, pleasing words of the voices.

Sleep, sleep. Soon he will be yours.