So here's chapter 11! I nerded out yesterday and watched the Star Wars Holiday Special. I skipped most of the singing parts, except where Carrie Fisher started singing. She sounds surprisingly like her mom. Not incredibly like her, but I had never heard Carrie sing. It's a sad thing that she and Debbie Reynolds are gone, I loved the relationship the two had. All mothers and their daughters should be as close as they were. Anyways, here chapter 11, hope you enjoy! Also, sorry this one is short. Oh also, someone by the name of, Ha funny, Fart Vader asked me if I was going to introduce Sabine in this story. My answer to that is... Pause for effect... Maybe. I don't know if I will or not, and if I do, it may not go good for Sabine. At this point and time during SWR Sabine is back on her homeworld with her mother trying to help straighten things out there, so if I do include her, it'll probably be something like Maul going to reclaim the dark saber or something. So I don't know. Maybe. Again, sorry this chapter is shorter than the others, but hope you enjoy anyways. I stayed up late last night 'til like, 11 I think so yeah. I'm usually in bed by 9, haha.

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Ezra sat outside the cave, his eyes watching the horizon. The wind was blowing a bit hard and large storm clouds were on the move. He felt empty. He felt forgotten. He felt alone. He felt betrayed. Kanan hadn't even hardly put up a fight. Ezra made a little argument, and Kanan left. He didn't even try to force Ezra. Now Ezra knew the answer to that question Maul had asked him.

Do they miss you, as much as you miss them?

The answer was no.

No.

No.

No.

He was better off with Maul. He would show Kanan. He would prove to him that he could become stronger. With Maul's help, not Kanan's. Ezra's gaze hardened and he gritted his teeth.

He was angry at Kanan.

He hated Kanan.

Maul could feel the anger and hate radiating off of Ezra. This pleased him and the voices.

The boy is giving in. Soon he will be yours completely. the voices said.

" Yes, " Maul chuckled, " Soon. Then no one will stand in my way. Not even Kenobi. "

Kanan sat himself up. He had hoped the events of the other day were just a dream. He hoped that it was just a terrible nightmare. But it wasn't so. Ezra was gone, consumed by Maul's manipulative lies. It saddened Kanan more than anything else. Part of him was angry with Ezra, but he knew the real person to blame was Maul. And himself. If only he had listened to Ezra. He could of prevented it, he could of kept Ezra safe. But he hadn't. Instead he ignored Ezra. Instead he told Ezra that it wasn't Maul, that it couldn't be. But it was. And there was nothing Kanan could do. All Kanan could do was stay angry and upset, but that wouldn't do him any good, and he knew that. That's why he wouldn't stay angry or sad. He would carry on.

Ezra's abilities were growing by the day, now that he had given in to the dark side. He was becoming stronger in the Force, doing things he was never able to do before. It filled him with a certain pride. His swordsmanship was improving as well, as Maul had began to teach him the ways of Form VII, Juyo. Before Ezra only fought with Forms III and IV, Soresu and Ataru, which Maul saw as useless. Juyo was more difficult due to the use of extreme acrobatics and aggressive attacks, but it was useful and powerful.

Maul was impressed with how fast Ezra had progressed. He was a fast learner. Of course, Maul wouldn't teach him everything he knew, that would be unwise. Competition was a way of the dark side, and as a result, apprentices generally would try to overrun their masters. So he would take it slow and he would teach Ezra the basics. But he would not teach him everything. Just what he needed to know.

So, Maul and Ezra sparred, swinging their practice swords in a way that was foreign to Ezra. This aggressive behavior was something Kanan had forbidden during training. After the dueling, Ezra found himself bruised, bloody, and physically drained. He was sore all over, from both Maul's blows and the pain staking acrobatics he had to learn. It. Was. Torture. But to Ezra, it was all worth it. Maul seemed to enjoy himself as well.

And so, as the rain pored from the sky and thunder crashed, Ezra found himself seeming to be fighting for his life, as Maul showed no mercy. Maul's blows were fast, precise, and extremely aggressive. Ezra's arms were sore from blocking strike after strike. A few times he had almost lost his grip on his sword. His lip was busted, he had a black eye, and bruises covered his entire body where Maul had kicked him or punched him and several blistered cuts covers his arms, legs, and torso. But Ezra was able to get a few hits in on Maul too. Not many, but a few. When they sparred, Maul was shirtless, thus revealed a few bleeding, blistered cuts from the training sword and a couple of bruises where Ezra had hit him. But Maul did not slow down.

Though the former Sith was at least fifty two years of age, it didn't show as he delivered blow after blow. Ezra's arms felt like they were on fire, as did almost every other muscle in his body. Then, after an acrobatic flip from Maul and a swift kick to Ezra's chest, he was down. Ezra sat on the ground now, panting heavily.

" You... You're too fast. " Ezra managed to say. Maul chuckled.

" Perhaps you will be as well some day. That is why we fight, so you can improve. Plus, I can get some practice in as well. "

" Sounds like a win win. "

" Indeed. " Maul said, casting his gaze to the dark storm clouds above, as if just noticing them for the first time. " We should head inside. The storm is getting worse. "

" General? " Rex said, leaning against a wall. He knew he should still be in bed, resting. He knew he shouldn't be up and walking around, especially since he had a hole in his torso. He was grateful his armor had taken on most of the damage, otherwise he might of been dead. But it still hurt like a devil. But he felt he needed to speak with Kanan.

" Rex? What are you doing? You should be resting! "

" I know, but... well, I just... Ugh. I really should of thought this through. " Rex said, now rubbing his bald head.

Kanan smiled and said, " Thanks, Rex. "

" Huh? I didn't say anything. "

" I know, but you tried. "

" Yeah well, clones ain't no good with words. We're better off shootin' at something. "

Kanan chuckled. " Maybe you're right. "