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The boy woke panting and shivering. His room felt cold, and cramped. He looked around, and groaned slightly. Another nightmare. This time he had been forced to choose between Kanan, Hera, or Sabine. When he had refused to act, they had all been killed. But when he looked up again, he had realized he had been looking in a mirror. He stared at his reflection in silent horror, until he broke the mirror, and woke up.

He stood up, crossing the room in quick, silent steps. He had stashed the Sith holocron in his old helmet. It almost didn't fit him anymore.

Slowly, as if expected to be burned, he pulled it out. The red glow filled the room, blanketing the boys features in a crimson light.

He opened with a few second of concentration.

He eyes widened slightly, as they always did at the pure perfection of the small glowing triangle in his hand, which held so much power. So much knowledge.

What do you seek...?

"I seek power, I don't want to be afraid anymore." The boy said insistently.

His memory went a little foggy, which while it concerned him, was not THAT much of a big deal...

He woke up a while later, on the ground, the Holocron in hand. Zeb was still out, but Ezra didn't trust him.

He got up, and found that Hera had parked the Ghost on a planet with seemingly endless cloudy skies, and a biting wind . They had been here before, but Ezra couldn't remember the name of the chilly planet.

He grabbed his lightsaber and headed outside, without a coat. He never really it and he was sick of being inside...


Kanan:

He woke with a start, and shook his head. No nightmare, but a feeling of dread had followed him out of his dreamless sleep.

His first instinct was to check on his Padawan, to make sure he was okay. And he followed.

The Jedi knight kept his hand on the wall as he walked over to Ezra's and Zeb's bunk. He stopped at the door, but he could already tell his apprentice wasn't in there, so he kept walking.

He activated the Ghost ramp and walked out, greeted by a gust of freezing wind. And the distinctive sound of a lightsaber whooshing through the air.

He tilted his head, finding the sound to be a few yard away from the Ghost. Kanan sat down, to 'watch' his padawan practice. Through the force, he could tell what form his Padawan was using.

Wait, something was off. Kanan had taught him mostly defensive forms, with a bit of offence for the bucket heads, but never anything too much.

But... What Ezra was doing..

Form VII

Long since forbidden among Jedi.

And here was his Padawan, preforming it.

Something was wrong, something was very wrong.


Ezra:

He felt his masters presence, but ignored it. He needed to focus.

Ezra jabbed at air, but missed his invisible target, the exact height of a stormtrooper's heart.

He growled in frustration and took up his beginning stance, low to the ground. He dodged imaginary blaster bolts, and leapt at his fake opponent.

And, in his mind, sliced the troopers head clean off.

He stood there, panting. The boy had been out here for nearly 6 hours after conferring with the voice inside the holocron. He watched a faceless sith demonstrate Juyo. Then, with his mind buzzing, he headed outside.

Now here he was. And-

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and instinctively re-activated his lightsaber, jabbing backwards blindly, but at the last second pulling away so that the blade stuck in the ground before de-activating again. He turned around, shocked. There stood his Master.

Kanan.

The Jedi Knight was deadly calm, but anyone could tell that just under the surface sat a boiling rage.

"Where did you learn that form?" Kanan questioned him.

"I...I'm sorry! I didn-" Came the small sounding response, but it was cut off.

"I won't ask you again. Ezra Bridger, where did you learn that?!"

"It's just a fighting form! I picked it up a while back.." The boy's voice sounded defensively angry.

"That 'fighting form' had been banned ever since I can remember Ezra!"

"Well, Maybe you should try it. It might have saved you, and your sight!"

The boy shoved his master's hand off of him, and turned around.

And he ran.

He ran harder than he ever did.


Hera:

Kanan came in, looking panicked.

"What's wrong, love?" She asked

"Ezra...Ezra's running. Away. Now." The usually composed Jedi was now shaken, and had a worried expression on his face.

"I'll prep the phantom, and get Sabine to follow him. He wont know. " A tense nod was her only reply, and she activated her com, quickly explaining.

In minutes the Phantom was in the clouds, searching for Ezra.


LATER THAT NIGHT


Ezra:

He sat in a cave. The cold was starting to get to him, and the pouring rain didn't help.

But he didn't move an inch.

He had spent the last three hours ranting at the wall about how unfair this was, trying to meditate, and finally collapsing from exhaustion.

The boy now radiated fear and anger; a beacon to anyone who would listen. And, unfortunately for him, there were several force-sensitive being honing in.

Ezra, come back to us.

Ezra, Ezra, Ezra.

Why'd you run away, 'Ezra'?

EZRA! Ezra. Ezra. Ezra.

"Ezra."

The boy's eyes widened at his name, being spoken out loud.

He turned, to see the figure near the entrance of the small cave.

"M...Maul?" His voice was shaky, but not nearly as alarmed as it should have been.

"Hello, my young apprentice." Came the reply.


Cliffy end for you all.

And my birthday's tomorrow! I'll be 14!

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SO, please R & R, and I'll try to update by Thursday!

Oh, and check out my new story, Exodus. (Twilight)

Trust me, you'll want to see what's in store!

Bye now, and have a great day!