Okay guys, here I am again, rewriting this story! I really hope you all are still interested in it, and welcome everyone who is new! Hope you enjoy!
The darkness was overwhelming. He couldn't see anything or hear anything. But it did feel like he was floating, suspended in the air by nothing, with no idea where he was in relation with the world around him. And it felt cold. Ezra was chilled down to his very bones. And he felt… fuzzy, like, well, like in a dream. He felt like the darkness would never end. Suddenly, his surroundings brightened slowly, and he could see more and more of everything. He was opening his eyes, but he had no control of what was happening to him and what he was doing. Quick, random scenes flooded his vision, in succession.
A barren, familiar desert littered with sand dunes of varied sizes.
A pair of red eyes behind a dark mask, bringing fear.
Darth Vader walking in the desert, another menacing figure striding alongside him.
Kanan and him charging the Sith Lord, lightsabers drawn and at the ready.
A shot of Kanan's face, tears streaming down the Jedi's face, agony evident in his eyes.
Darth Vader stood in front of him, ready for the kill. Kanan was nowhere in sight. Ezra's weapon was gone. He stared into the eyes of the Sith, trying to mask his fear with defiance. He knew he was going to lose. Vader thrust the lightsaber into the boy's heart, and the world went dark.
Yes, I know, short chapter. But the next one will be longer, I promise. Please review, tell me what you think of this story and what you think is going to happen, that would be very appreciated! Love you guys!
Ciao, Rhianna