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Kanan:

That night, Kanan dreamt.

He was in a huge, grassy clearing. Tall, misty trees surrounded the space.

Kanan looked down. He was wearing his normal clothes, and his full, intact lightsaber was on his hip.

He looked back up and started slightly. Ezra, his padawan, lay in the middle of the clearing. It was raining, but the boy didn't seem to care.

His sapphire eyes were half shut, one arm rested on his chest, the other lay on the ground.

Suddenly, Kanan felt a presence behind him.

He turned, and-

"Ezra?"

The boy looked as he did when the Ghost crew had first seen him.

Shorter, scrawny, without the scars marring his face.

He wore an easy smile. His hair was a bit tangled and damp from the rain.

"Yeah, Kanan, It's me." Anyone could hear the smile in his voice.

"Do you know where we are..?" The Jedi knight asked.

"A place, you can only reach while dreaming. I know that much." The boy grinned sheepishly.

"Well, no kidding." Kanan laughs.

And they start talking. Kanan missed this.

They talked for what seemed like ever. About life on the Ghost, different ops and just normal things.

Then, out of nowhere, Kanan felt another presence behind him. It was cold, and dark.

He refused to turn around.

Ezra's voice sounded distorted.
It echoed. Like three people were talking just out of sync...

There was Ezra's voice when they first found him, Ezra's voice now which hadn't changed much, and another.

Deeper, and there was something sinister in it..

Kanan still refused to turn around, or acknowledge any change in dream Ezra's behavior. It just seemed to be getting worse.

Old Ezra's voice began to crack. Like he was desperate..

But for what, Kanan didn't know. He couldn't even hear what his Padawan was talking about anymore...

It scared him beyond belief.

Suddenly:

"P-please Kanan! He's going to kill me! Don't let him!" The boy seemed to be stuck in place. He was terrified.

"I won't, I promise!" the Jedi knight.

Everything went dead quiet, except for Ezra's voice.

"Kanan, he's going to kill me! He's going to kill me, and break all of you. Don't let him! PLEASE."

"I-I won't!"

Kanan didn't know what to do. And that's when he heard a lightsaber activating behind him. And a strangled yell in front of him.

He whipped around. Nothing.

He turned back, and gasped in shock. His Padawan lay at the feet of another figure.

Ezra's eyes were blank, and he was staring up at the sky without seeing it.

The figure wore a black hood, and had a slim build. Maul, was Kanan's first thought. But the figure didn't seem the same as the Zabrak..

And his lightsaber wasn't like maul's either...
While it was two-bladed, it was almost like the inquisitor's..

The figure removed his hood, causing Kanan to stumble backwards a few steps.

It was Ezra, with shorter hair and bright golden eyes. He wore mostly black, and had a wicked smirk on his face.

"But you already did.." He said mockingly, approaching with the lightsaber.


Kanan woke, gasping. He felt around the room for his mask, and put it on.
Nothing felt off in the immediate vicinity, but he couldn't feel Ezra.

Kanan panicked, and stumbled out of bed, the door opening a little too slowly for him.

He rushed out, nearly smacking into a few walls even though he could "see" pretty well now.

He felt Hera, Zeb, and heard chopper roaming around. But no Ezra, or Sabine.

Suddenly his comm beeped.

"Kanan, I need you in the cockpit," Came Hera's voice.

"On my way," he replied. His voice was shaky and he was filled with dread.


Hera:

She bustled around. The kids were gone, so she had to fix things herself.

Kanan came in about a minute later, and she already knew what he was going to ask.
"Ezra and Sabine left about an hour ago. Relief mission, barely any chance of them getting into trouble. They took the Phantom, and should be back in a few days."

Kanan shook his head. "There's something really wrong here. It's...hard to describe."

At that very moment, the console light up. An incoming transmission.

They both froze.

"Kanan! Hera! I-I d-d-on't know where, b-but-"
A burst of static.

Hera was working furiously to track where it was coming from.

"H-help!" Ezra voice was shrill, he was panicking.

"Ezra, we gotta go! It's Thra-"
The transmission cut off.

The Ghost was already in the air.

[oml, that took waaay to long to write. Chapters should be coming more than once a mouth now though.. Sorry 'bout that.]

-Feral