Nearly 400 views already?! Holy! Thank you soo much!
Oh, my birthday's next Monday, on the 3rd, so you'll all get a surprise. I'll try to update soon, but my chapters may be shorter for a while, as I work on your surprise.
Kanan:
He sat panting, from the sheer effort of forcing Maul out of his young charge's head, as he had been all out avoiding the force. He now realized his mistake, as he only now could feel how much Ezra had begun to deteriorate. But he struggled up, Ezra's slender build shifting under his hands. Kanan eased himself up to give his padawan room. His force signature seemed foggy, and it confused Kanan. Then he heard it:
"Where...am I?"
Shock tore through him, causing him to slump slightly against the nearest wall. "Ezra.." Came another voice, causing the force signature to shift as the boy jumped slightly. There was another shift, as the second youngest crew member crouched in front of Ezra. "S...Sabine?" His voice sounded a bit better, if anything..
There was a nearly inaudible sigh of relief from Hera, and a low, nervous sounding chuckle from Zeb.
Then, everything seemed to happen all at once.
There was another slight shift, as Ezra looked up, or past them.
Out of nowhere, the boy exploded into movement, scrambling backward, screaming.
The boy radiated fear, and nothing else.
And then: A strangled, wet sound could be heard.
His apprentice, the one he, Kanan Jarrus was to protect and guide, was seemingly being force choked.
Because of the Jedi Knight's improving force sight, he could faintly make out Ezra, with his hands clutched around his throat, trying to relieve the crushing pressure.
And he couldn't move. He seemed to be frozen. So, he could only watch in utter horror as his Padawan struggled for air.
Ezra went completely limp, falling to the ground.
Kanan struggled to move, but he simply couldn't. A sudden low, crack or pop was heard, deep within the boy's chest, and a thin trail of crimson liquid traveled lazily from his mouth, his force signature fading.
Gasping, Kanan woke up, to the utter silence of...his bunk? He coughed a few times, as if the lasting effects of his Padawan's death had followed the Jedi out of this...Nightmare? He couldn't tell what was reality, and what was the work of his breaking mind.
In the room a few doors down from his, a low whimper was heard...
(Ok, so you know how at the top up there, I said nearly 400 views? Well, in the half a day it took to write this cripplingly short chapter, that number is now 430?! And, a few of MY personal favorite authorsare following this story..? This is crazy! Thank you all so much! I luv u all!
Oh and, I am willing to take a few requests, so send em in! If they don't exactly fit this story, or my O.C.D type writing, Don't worry! I'll start up a SWR one-shot series soon! Bye for now! )
