There's no such thing as Luck.

That is correct, because it's actually called Fate. And you would be surprised how early it will show itself.

Day 1829 (Present Day)

Three days was a painfully long time to go without food and water. That was about the limit to survive without water in a harsh condition. Thankfully, this wasn't so, and Ezra was more than grateful. His stomach was snarling at him like a savage Loth-cat, but grateful nonetheless. It was a satisfying challenge compared to his previous training with the cadets. Something that could put his mind to the test, and leave out the distractions. His master would be very pleased at the apprentice's heightened focus.

To a greater pleasure, he had finished constructing the lightsaber. It would seem that the Inquisitor was indeed testing his apprentice. Enough parts to build a double-bladed lightsaber, and a few extra parts added for confusion, including the Kyber crystal. Quite a challenge indeed.

Ezra rose to his feet, wielding the double blades in his hand. A haunting red glow lit his once dark prison. It would seem that this was his own master's blades, seeing this design many times before during training sessions. But how did this level of trust come to this? Trusting a young boy to rebuild his master's lightsaber? How much faith did he put in Ezra to not slice his own hand off trying to reconstruct it?

The boy quickly got off the subject. The wandering mind must be tamed. His training was not even complete until the Master returned.

With no real sense of time, Ezra could only figure that his master would be back soon, knowing not that his three days were nearly up. The boy took a seat on the floor again, glancing at the extra Kyber crystal sitting next to him. It wasn't red like his master's, but shone a cold icy blue instead. He was almost afraid to touch it, thinking it would numb his fingers with a chill.

Instead, he deactivated the lightsabers in his hand. The red glow faded away and left the boy with just the light of the blue Kyber crystal to see by. And even then, he could only see a few inches around it.

Among the extra parts thrown into play were a stabilizing ring, a power cell that was half dead, and weak rubber hand grips. Even with the extra crystal, it was nowhere close to being a new lightsaber altogether. But these pieces still had some worth to them.

Quietly, Ezra set his master's lightsabers on the ground in front of him. A lingering thought crawled through his mind. What if he switched the blue Kyber crystal with one of his Master's red crystals? Would it be amusing, or did his Master not care about specific colors? It did not matter to Ezra how they looked or what they truly represented.

The boy crossed his legs and pulled himself into a silent meditation. Maybe he could change the crystals to see how they would look. At least then, it was for his own entertainment. Then he could switch it back and his master would never know the difference. His light hearted thought felt strange, but was a surprising welcome. In his five years enduring this training, perhaps it was time to try something different. Just like how it was before it began...

Slowly, his meditation became reverie, as memories filled his mind with another pleasant distraction. One, he hoped, would be lighter and calmer than the last.

Day: -4

Lothal still had chilly nights, despite being mostly prairies and sunshine. That sun had to set eventually, and the surroundings would turn cold and dark. While Ezra knew this, he never had to worry this much about the cold before. Just the other night, he had a warm home. Everything he ever knew and loved was gone now. Being a little child, his whole world took a turn for the uncertain. And now the cold was suddenly a serious problem.

What if he'd never feel the warmth of a home again? What if his mom and dad would never come back?

The child pulled his legs in and rested his head. Arms folded to protect his face and ears from the numbing chill of night. It helped slightly. And that was all he could do for now. Even worse was the gnawing pain growing in his stomach. Hunger. He had to feed himself now. But with what? There would probably be nothing left at his home. Anything tossed out was probably rotten or half eaten. Unfortunately, he'd have to come to no choice. Eat the rotten food, or steal the fresh food. But that thought would have to be for another day, but only if the night would not freeze him to death.

Ezra closed his eyes, thinking about the last night in his warm home. A kiss good night from his mother, a warm blanket from his father, and the promise of a bright day when he woke up. He would have no promise, kiss, or blanket tonight, as he went to sleep, praying this nightmare would end.

Day: 1829 (Present Day)

The installation was complete. Ezra stood back up and reactivated his Master's blades. The mix of red and blue splashed his room with a violet hue. Satisfied, he twirled the blade in his hands, watching the lines of light rotate and scatter the bright colors around. It beguiled him. A balance of each color and how it created an existence that demanded attention.

Ezra paused, lowering his arm and looking upon his completed experiment. Like the colors, his feelings were mixed. Why couldn't both colors be used? Then again, who would do that? It felt uneven, despite both colors being strong in their own right. He gave a deep breath and furrowed his eyebrows. His own mind was favoring the red, the rage swelling and burning brutality. But his eyes were caught by the blue. It put his fire to ashes and left him with a desire of peace and silence.

The boy deactivated the blade once more. His hand carefully slid a side panel open, revealing both crystals to him. The violet glow returned and touched his face. Perhaps there would one day be a need for both. In what way, he did not know. He carefully pried out the blue Kyber crystal and held it in his palm.

His thoughts were interrupted with the door sliding open, revealing his master standing there, only a silhouette in the light. Ezra slid the panel of the lightsaber back into place and took a knee in front of his master. His hand holding the crystal tightened, to hide the blue glow.

"Is it finished?" The looming sophisticated voice asked the boy.

"Yes, my Master." Ezra held out the completed blades to the figure. In a brief moment, it left his hands, returning to the rightful owner. Ezra looked up, only to narrow his eyes at the harsh white light flooding into the room.

It seemed that his master was inspecting the handiwork. "Very good, my young student. And I trust the lesson was learned here." It wasn't a question, but Ezra knew that every lesson had to be learned, or it would be repeated.

"Yes, my Master. I have learned proper focus and to remain loyal, even in my thoughts." Ezra replied statically.

"Very well." His master commented. "You will return to your regular lessons tomorrow, but then, we shall have a true test to see if you are ready to join our ranks as a true Sith follower."

The boy's eyes widened. This was it. Long years of agonizing training, harsh words, and small successes were about to pay off for him. This was his first step to the real Sith training, a prize set forth a long, long time ago. A small grin appeared on his face, but his master already beat him to the words.

"My apprentice, take pride, your wait is almost over. And in that short span of time, you will soon call yourself a true follower of the Sith." The voice spoke once more, giving very little praise to the student. "We begin at the next rotation of the planet."

A tray of food slid from the doorway and bumped against Ezra's foot. Before the boy could even lift his golden eyes to thank his master, the door hissed shut, bringing back that familiar darkness. His fingers felt along the floor and found the tray, pulling it next to him, while the other hand ungripped the blue crystal. The small gem lazily fell from his fingers and to the floor, shining it's few inches of light again.

Ezra could only keep his smile on his face as he carefully ate his meal by the light. His reward was soon to come for all of this previously fruitless hard work. A real test to see if he could continue his training to the next level, and he already knew failure was no option now. He will do, or he would die.

Pride began to swell in his chest at the thought of himself as a Inquisitor himself, training his own young student in the way of Sith. Perhaps, even something higher, like a General or a Lord. The possibilities were being laid out before him, all to be conquered.

As he continued to paint the picture in his mind, the spare parts of the lightsaber test began to shake. They were soon hovering off of the ground and spinning slowly. It would seem the Force was almost encouraging his imagination, making it more real and tangible in his mind. The only thing Ezra never noticed was the discarded second red Kyber crystal that belonged in his master's lightsaber. The boy never returned it to its place.

Of course that was his master's fault. The fool never activated the blades.

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