Firstly, I apologize for my mistakes in grammar. English isn't my native language and I still have problems with it. Please forgive me.
Secondly, I'm sorry for deletion of Hunt fic. Sometimes I look at my stories and think: That can not be. I need to change it. It's something like that.
~ ErisEclipseNui
He was on the black plain. He saw how the fire was digested remains of grasses. He saw the capital of Lothal, all on fire. He stepped back and tripped on something. He fell on his back. It was Zeb. Or rather parts of him. In the middle of his chest was a black hole, and his head was somewhere away. Near were laying the bodies of Hera, Sabine and... Kanan.
"No..." he whispered helplessly. Warm tears rolled down his cheeks. He fell to his knees. Then stood over him a very tall man with white skin, sharp, uneven teeth and yellow eyes.
"You are mine by now" said a white man "Nobody will help you, boy"
Ezra woke up in a cold sweat. In his mind still was image of Inquisitor's amber-yellow eyes. The boy was breathing hard. Below him, Zeb was snoring loudly. Probably he didn't hear a moan of his roommate. Maybe it's better? Ezra didn't want to talk about his problems.
Inquisitor sat cross-legged on his desk in his office, at the stardestroyer Eclipse Scythe. It looked strange, but helped in meditation. Inquisitor was not as powerful as the Emperor, or even Darth Vader, would to stand still, close eyes and looking for wanted one with using Force. He could feel Ezra's fear. Good. Very good.
He's almost ready.
"Are you okay, kiddo?" asked Zeb at breakfast. Ezra was pale and had dark circles under his eyes and vacant stare. He was picking his fork in the meal.
"I'm fine" the boy said. Zeb cocked his head.
"Don't fool me" snapped Lasat "You look like a real specter"
"Good morning, guys!" Sabine came into the room with hair dyed on dark purple with gold tips "Hey, Ezra, what's up?"
"I'm trying to find out" said Zeb "Ezra, you know that you can tell us. We are a team, aren't we?"
"Yeah, sure" Ezra looked away. Sabine put a hand on the boy's shoulder. She really worried about Kanan's Padawan. He was like a little brother for her.
"Something has happened?" Kanan entered to the dining room "You are so... depressed"
"It's about kid" Zeb said "He's sick or something"
"I'm fine, I told you!" Ezra got up from the table and left. Kanan followed him to corridor.
"Ezra, what the hell is going on with you?" Jedi grabbed his Padawan's arm "We are trying to help you, do not you see?"
"I don't need help, Master" Ezra growled. In his voice there was something... dark. Kanan withdrew his hand. He did not like it. He let the boy go.
What the hell is going on?, he asked himself.