Hey all readers! So I am writing the next part under the same title and I'm going to give each chapter a name hopefully! I am enjoying bringing this world to life and I hope readers are enjoying a new take on star wars rebels. Thanks to those who have reviewed!
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Chapter 20: Haunted
Fires consumed the village. Starkiller walked through the flames as they moved apart. He had his hood over his head. The heat never burned him as he was too cold inside. The echoes of screams drummed in the stormtroopers ears as they dragged the children out of their homes while their homes burned. Starkiller had one simple mission, snake out any force sensitive children. They all lined up in a row. Shivering. Not from cold but from fear. Many were crying but one was not. She was standing with her head held high. She was the same age as Ezra had been when he was recruited by the ghost. Starkiller walked towards the children. He walked past each one. Every so often he would push one towards a trooper. Soon he came across the girl. He lent down on his knee.
"You are not scared?" he asked.
"My father taught me too always be brave, especially against people like you," she spat.
"People like me? And what exactly is that?" he said placidly.
"Evil," she said. Starkiller laughed. "You are nothing but a pawn for Vader," she said bravely. Quickly, she found her insides churning. Starkiller had stopped laughing. He stood up. As he did the young girl found herself rising with him in mid air. The other children gasped in horror. She kicked her feet up and down trying to break free from him.
"You will never win!" she hissed. Starkiller lowered his hood. She gulped. Littered across his face were scars. His eyes were pure yellow and red. Suddenly, she found herself chocking in the air. She coughed in attempt for air. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Slowly, she stopped struggling and was still. Her head had flopped backwards. Starkiller dropped her on the floor.
"Too much like a jedi," he said. He looked at the other children and then the ones whom he had picked out. He knew what he had to do- force sensitive or not.
"What shall we do?" said one of the troopers.
"No mercy," Starkiller said.
"You want us to kill them?" said the lead trooper.
"No prisoners," Starkiller simply answered. He turned back towards the ship as he heard the sound of firing and screaming which soon stopped.
(Ezra's and Sabine's room)
"AHH!" Ezra screamed. He sat up. Over his body was sweat everywhere. It seaped through his clothes. Since he had come back he had only worn long sleeved clothes and trousers which covered his body. He couldn't risk anyone to see his scars. Sabine touched his shoulder.
"Another nightmare?" Sabine asked. Ezra nodded. He clutched his head only to find it soaking wet and hot. "Your burning up Ezra. You have a fever," she said.
"I'm ok Sabine i…"
"No your not," she interrupted. "Talk to someone who is a jedi," she said. Ezra nodded. "Go back to sleep for now," she said warmly. She collapsed on the bed and rolled up in the bed sheets. Ezra smiled and lied down. He tried to shut his eyes but he could only hear and see Vader. In the end he lay awake with his eyes open. Sabine looked up to Ezra. He was lazily gazing at the ceiling. She moved closer to him and put her head on his chest. Ezra fluttered with warmth. He suddenly felt very sleepily and closed his eyes. This time he could not see Vader. Sabine chases away his plague of nightmares. But in the back of his mind he could never stop thinking about what Starkiller did. What he did.
(Jedi Council)
Ezra strolled towards the council door. He was early to the meeting but he had nothing else to do. He pushed the doors open. The council was grand. The walls were decorated with patterns only Jedi knew had to carve. The chairs were velvet and Ezra's chair had hints of gold weaved across it. He had the head chair of the room. He walked towards the window. Happiness came towards him in waves. Everyone looked joyous and the market was bustling with people, spices and sweets. Then Ezra saw his reflection. He sudddenly jumped back. In the reflection he could see his former self. He moved forward and touched the glass. In the window he had yellow eyes and his red lightsabre in his hand. A shadown moved behind the reflection. Vader. Ezra's eyes widened. Every single time Vader abused him flashed before his eyes. He stepped back with tears in his eyes. Vader moved closer to the reflection. He put his hand on his reflection's shoulder. But as soon as that happened Ezra felt an actual hand on his shoulder. Every single hair on him raised and his heart raced. He looked slightly to the right. A hand was on his shoulder. Immediately, he activated his lightsabre and span around. Vader was there. Ezra suddenly attacked him. But vader wasn't attacking him. Ezra closed his eyes and looked again at Vader. This time he saw Obi Wan on the floor. Ezra deactivated his lightsabre.
"Obi Wan! I'm so sorry!" Ezra cried as he helped Obi Wan up.
"I'm ok. What happened?" he asked.
"I thought I saw something," Ezra replied. Obi Wan looked at him unsurely. He felt the dark side radiate off Ezra as he attacked him. But he knew Ezra was probably just having a bad day.
"It's ok. It happens to the best of us. You should give this meeting a miss. You look very tired," Ezra nodded and agreed. He was exhausted. All these sleepless nights were catching up on him. He walked out of the building.
"EZRA!" Vader shouted. Ezra turned around. Nobody was there. He thought he heard Vader's voice. His memories were haunting him.
"Ezra!" Ezra jumped around. It was Kanan and Hera.
"You ok?" Hera said. Ezra nodded. They were both holding hands. He guessed he missed the part where they fell in love. How much else had he missed?
"Obi Wan told me you didn't look to well," Kanan said. "Is it the nightmares?"
"I'm fine,"
"Ezra just because you are a master doesn't mean I can't help you,"
"I SAID I'M FINE!" Ezra shouted. Kanan and Hera both looked stunned. "But thank you," Ezra said and walked off. Hera looked up at Kanan with worry and squeezed his arm.
