All Good Things }{ Prologue
So if you haven't noticed, a few things have happened in the past months. One of the biggest being that all my previous stories have been deleted. A sincere apology to anyone who really enjoyed them, but i wanted a true fresh start - Meaning that I not only took them off the site, but actually deleted them from all websites, hard-drives, and apps. The only remaining works are the first chapter of 'Come Crashing', and the first chapter of 'I'm No Stranger', both of which can be found only on my Ao3 account under the same name.
I'm not aware if I still have any fans on this site, but if you are there and you want me to re-write the stories I deleted I probably will. These stories include :
I'm No Stranger
Whitewater (Yes I can [And will]
change the ending if you wan't)
Watercolors (One about Sabine and Ezra specifically)
Come Crashing (My angsty and depressing ROTG oneshot)
Also, here is a list and brief description of stories that are upcoming :
Parents Embrace : (Short?) Creepy horror fic that I actually felt really bad writing because...well because it's honest-to-god just torturing the blueberry in a very gruesome and disturbing way.
" Ezra had wished for a long time for just one more moment with his parents. He gets it. "
Countdown : Classic "find your friends before you run out of time or else" fic. Probably anywhere from five to twenty chapters. There will be fluff, worrying, internal monologuing, action, death, and of course, angst.
Blue Fire : An rotg crossover that I started last year and never quite finished. Will either just replace the characters, or go full AU on this thing
Also if no one fills the drowning prompt I will do it myself because drowning my characters makes me happy.
Review for more chapters? Also, would anyone want to beta for this story or any of my others?
The glowing blade of the lightsaber plunged deep into the cloaked figures abdomen, and out the other side. Any blood that a normal blade would have been wet with had sizzled off, leaving the saber an innocent sky blue color even after the tens of battles (and even more deaths) it had seen.
The crimson blade held by both of the offenders hands flickered off, and Kanan caught the smaller gloved wrists before the hilt could be dropped as well. As he began to pull the blade roughly out, the figures shoulders and neck fell back, black hood slipping from their head and revealing a mop of navy hair, several strands caught in the mask that appeared to have been messily pulled on.
~ An image of a boy strapped to a table, struggling as a mechanical arm nears his face ~
Dread and a terror slid through him like a knife, then disappeared just as quickly. This was not his padawan. Still, he flicked the laser blade off instead of dragging it the rest of the way out. With his freed hand Kanan reached up, lightsaber still in hand, and with his fingertips hooked the edge of the midnight colored mask and tuged it up and off of his still opponent.
Maybe it was because of Ashoka, or the clones who he'd never really cared for, but who'd still given him hope for change. Maybe it was for the nameless people that laid crumpled around them. Or maybe it was for himself. For the need to destroy, and to see that destruction - To hold it close and to call upon it when he thought that somehow any of it could ever be okay. He needed to see what the empire did, needs to see what they made him do. He needed to see the siths face.
Only, there wasn't a sith. Instead, a boy stood in front of him, pupils blown so wide they were rimmed by only a thin circle of bright yellow, glosssy and reddening and filling with tears. So unlike Kanan had ever seen them, and yet he recognized them in a second. The lightsaber in his hand fell to the floor with a clank to lay beside the mask, and his breath left him with a shaky exhale.
"Kanan..." The boy rasped, as if he hadn't spoken for days. The Jedi couldn't form a response, horror and shock lacing his blood and running through his limbs like liquid nitrogen. "You...came," the last word tore roughly from his lips as if he had just been running, the syllables rough and airy. Ezra gave a relieved and exhausted smile as the first tears started to fall.
"N-no," Kanan breathed, eyes wide and fearful as he watched his padawans face pale. His hand lowered from where he had pulled off the mask to just below the boys ear and gently cupped his head. Ezra's knees failed then, and with half-whispered half-sobbed bbarely formed words Kanan fell with him. He did managed to slow the fall a bit, but his knees still made violent sounding cracks when they hit the ground. Kanan didn't care much, as long as it wasn't Ezra who took the brunt of their weight.
"You came," When he said it again there was crimson blood staining his teeth, and Kanan felt his eyes burn because that blood was his doing.
"Of course- Of Course I came," He said roughly, the first of many tears slipping down his face. He couldn't help but remember a time similar to this, after Ezra's first brush with the dark side - Only that time his padawan had been getting better instead of worse. Waking up instead of falling asleep.
As if to prove this, Ezra's discolored eyes started to slip closed, his breath became more and more ragged, yet he smiled that same tired smile.
"Ez- Ezra," Kanan stammered, and his heart broke because the boys eyes snapped up to meet his, unfocused as they were. Kanan didn't wan't to think about how longs it'd been since his padawan last heard his true name spoken aloud. He didn't wan't to think about the implications - About what it meant that he hadn't, in fact, stabbed a sith, but his own apprentice. The one who still responded to his name, no less. And it hits him hard - That he could've tried to get through to him, that he could've done anything at all. Anything more than resorting simply to killing the enemy.
Horror at the situation - at himself, burned through him like wildfire, as he looked into the eyes of the boy in his arms and saw the yellow rapidly receding, shocks of blue replacing it like backwards lightning. Part of him realized that that was why the bond never broke - Because Ezra had never actually turned to the dark.
It must have been the mask, echoed distantly in his mind, but he was too distracted. Distracted by that fact that there was no blame in Ezra's multi colored eyes, only relief, and dare he say happiness.
Not even the sound of the boys crimson bladed saber falling to the floor after his death grip on it relaxed was enough to pull him out of his mind.
It was only after a dark voice filled with malice told him to move, accompanied with the sound of a blaster powering up to shoot did Kanan look away from his failing padawans face.
A man in a grey uniform stood to his side, blood leaking from his left temple and face twisted with anger. Kanan didn't know his name, he'd never really cared to learn the names of the people in the rebellion. Especially not after the disaster on Lothal. They hadn't helped him save Ezra then - It would only make sense that they didn't help him now.
"Don't" Kanan ground out, pulling the crumpled form closer to his chest. He tried his best to ignore the fact that there was no gasp of pain at the movement.
The man aimed the blaster just below his shoulder. His finger wrapped around the blaster and it was clear to Kanan that he wasn't going to repeat he warning before firing. Unwilling to let Ezra be killed by this man (Because he wasn't dead yet - Kanan would save him. He had to), he let go of Ezra's wrists and stretched his arm towards the threat, allowing his fear and anguish to channel into the force in a way he hadn't since he was young. The man flew into the wall, falling in a crumpled heap next to another dead officer who lay strewn across the floor.
When Kanan looked back down to his padawan, he was terrified to find that his eyes had fallen shut and a thin stream of blood had ran over his bottom lip and onto his chin.
Quickly, Kanan moved his hand from Ezra's head to his neck to his shoulders and felt his heart drop at the way the boys head fell back, unable to support itself. His force signature was dim and fading, and yet it was stronger than it had ever been in the past months now that that the influence of the dark was gone from his mind. He was still alive.
Kanan shifted to the side of the boy, then slipped his other arm beneath his knees and lifted him as quickly as he could while still trying to be gentle. He hissed as the long slice across his calf smarted under the strain of both their weights. As small as the boy was compared to Kanan, he had still gotten significantly taller while they were separated. Kanan noted with dread that even though that was true, Ezra still didn't seem much heavier than before.
Kanan stumbled the first few steps across the bridge, trying not to remember the past as he carefully maneuvered past the bodies of his allen comrades. Trying not to remember how just moments ago their screams filled the air as a dark figure wielding a blood red lightsaber wrecked havoc on them. Leaving a trail of death in his wake, tearing apart everyone and everything in his way until he found someone who could put up a fight.
Kanan didn't care. He would not leave his padawan. He didn't know if anyone in the med bay was still alive, and it wasn't much of a stretch to assume that even if there was someone there they would sooner kill Ezra than save him.
It didn't matter to the Jedi. If there was someone there, Kanan would make them help. Ezra would live. He had to.
He tightened his grip on his padawan. He would live.