"Sabine!" Ezra shot up with a gasp.
Was that a dream? It seemed so real! And Sabine, why would she do that? She killed everyone. Wait, was that… a warning?
"Wait, I'm not dead?!" Ezra yelled excitedly.
He pulled his hands in front of his face to insure was actually alive. His hands were soaked in blood, so were his legs and face. Ezra shook his head. He remembered blood, but definitely not this much.
"What happened? I got shot in the leg, not whatever this is." He whispered to himself.
Ezra felt around where he got shot to see if it was actually there. It wasn't. He was never shot, he was beaten off the cliff. He had a black eye, bruised legs and cut up arms.
Ezra looked to his left to see a large lake, must've been what he fell into. He looked to his right to see sand, a sandy shore actually. He had floated over to a beach and woke up hear.
"Kanan!" Ezra sprung up and spun around looking for his master.
He was nowhere to be seen. What had happened to Kanan? Was he okay? Was he with the others? Those were the questions running through his mind. He needed to find them and warn them about Sabine. But, was she actually a traitor? Why would she do that?
"Don't think about that!" Ezra shook his head.
Ezra scanned to sandy beach looking for anyone he knew, there was nobody here. Kanan must have ran, thinking he was dead and all.
He kept walking the beach till he found the forest again. He entered wearily knowing imperials could still be around. But that also meant Kanan could be around.
Ezra started to pick up the pace, he needed to find Kanan. He ran and ran and ran, desperately trying to find his mentor. He couldn't do it. He was abandoned AGAIN.
"They could all be dead. All of them. What if more than one of them is a traitor? What if they've worked with the empire this entire time!" he said to himself.
He knew he was just being paranoid, but he was heartbroken that he lost the people he loved again. Ezra slumped down to the ground and leaned on the tree beside him. He pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his head in his knees. He wanted it to be over. The struggle to find them, the struggle to live, the struggle to stop the empire. All of it.
His mind traveled back to what he saw when he was out cold. Was it a dream? Or a vision? Sabine can't be a traitor, can she? NO, she would never d-
"Ezra?!" he heard a girl call his name.
Ezra's head shot up, and there stood Sabine wren. The traitor. The killer. The monster.