Chapter 3: Sparring
Before we begin, I would like to say, that this first scene is taken and altered from fellow author chimongra's story, Abducted. He/She (I think she) is a very talented author and I am not trying to rip her (We're just gonna say she's a girl) off in any way. I simply loved her story and decided I would like to use something similar to it.
Now, on with the show!
Disclaimer: Hey guys! Say, Dragon Chick, where's that blueberry that was here earlier?
Me: I exchanged him for Sabine. She's much cooler. Right Sabi?
Sabine: Yeah! *high fives me* Girl power!
Me: Alright Disclaimer, do your job!
Disclaimer: Dragon Chick doesn't own anything and all characters will be returned to Disney with a glass of milk and some cookies. (And maybe a spare blaster.)
Ezra focused his hearing, closing his eyes. Your eyesight is no good if you can't see anything. The fog now hung low and thick around them. He let the Force guide him. A soft sound caught his attention. The sound of a leaf crunching. He readied his blade. The dreary weather was perfect for a battle, as it made it near impossible to see anything more than five feet in front of you. Ezra had to trust in the Force, or he was dead. They had been at this for hours, and Ezra still hadn't won a single fight. There! The rustling of bushes. He felt it coming and opened his eyes. Quick as lightning, he raised his blade and locked sabers with his master. He positioned himself so that he had room to move his leg. Kanan never saw it coming, and if he did, he didn't let on. His Padawan tripped him from behind, sweeping his legs out from under him. His blade deactivated and tumbled away. Ezra swung his own and sliced across his masters exposed throat. The man yelped.
"Okay! Okay, you win. But did you really have to go for the throat? You know those things hurt!" he complained, rubbing the sore area.
"Yes, I did. You deserved it. You've taken three headshots and a gut-shot!" the younger boy laughed, deactivating his blade and extending a hand to Kanan.
The Jedi accepted it, letting the teen haul him to his feet. "Why don't we take a break, eh kid? I haven't eaten breakfast yet, and I doubt you have," he suggested.
Ezra smiled. "Sounds perfect," he answered. His nightmares were the furthest thing from his mind right now. The two walked inside, headed for the kitchen. Sabine was there eating cereal.
"Where've you guys been?" she asked.
"Sparring," Ezra answered simply, collapsing on the bench opposite her. Kanan set a bowl down in front of him then sat down next to Sabine with a bowl of his own. The boy began to devour the cereal like a hungry wolf. When he looked up, Kanan and Sabine were staring at him strangely with wide eyes.
"Whu?" he asked with a mouthful of the sweet flaky cereal.
"Oh nothing," Sabine snickered, finishing her own cereal.
"And chew before you swallow," Kanan said with a laugh.
Ezra nodded and slowed his speed. Once they were done, Kanan gathered the dishes and stood to put them in the sink. Sabine stood and left, while Kanan stayed and did the dishes. Once again, sleep began to pull at Ezra's eyelids and his world faded to black.
It was a sunny day, a young Ezra bouncing around the house, playing with a stuffed Lothcat.
Kanan peered back at his Padawan and smiled. The boy had fallen asleep. He looked peaceful. He returned to his work.
Ezra laughed and squeezed the plushie. It made a meowing noise. Suddenly, there was a loud noise. Someone was banging on the door.
"Come out! We know you're in there! Open up, or we will break this door down!" a voice yelled.
His parents came upstairs in alarm. Ephiram grabbed his son's arm and pulled him towards a hidden door in the wall.
"Ezra, son, you must hide. Quickly now!" he ordered.
"Why daddy? What's going on?" the seven-year-old asked in fear.
Ezra's once peaceful face was now contorted in fear and sadness.
"Just hide, son," he replied, pressing a panel and opening the door.
"What about you and mom?" the boy questioned in a small voice.
Mira smiled at her son's selflessness and worry. That was his best quality. His bravery. She strode over and knelt down to his level.
"Mommy?" he asked.
"Don't worry my darling. You'll be alright. Now hide baby," she instructed.
Ezra nodded and stepped inside the small compartment. With one last smile, the two rebels closed the door. Ezra heard bangs and clatters, but no blaster fire. After a while, the house was silent. He clutched his toy tightly and pressed the button on the wall. The door slid open and revealed an empty house. It was a mess. Ezra's lower lip began to quiver and he hugged his toy as he began to cry.
Kanan heard a choked sob from behind him. He whirled to see tears running down his Padawan's face.
A/N:
Sabine: No Ezrabine yet? Wow Dragon, you really are losing your mind aren't you? You know people want to see that right?
Me: Yes! But as much as I ship Ezrabine, this is a fic about you guys as a family, and I haven't written in a nightmare about your death for Ezra to cry about yet!
Sabine: Really? Geez. Maybe I'll go visit chimongra.
Me: Please don't go! I'll write it later.
Sabine: Good. Now if you'll excuse me, Disclaimer asked for my autograph. He also wants me to paint his car.
Me: Disclaimer has a car?
Disclaimer (in distance): YES!
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