"Stop blaming yourself," said Hera as she watched Kanan pace back and forth.

The Ghost crew were huddled in the break room, contemplating what would have happened, what should have happened, and everything in between.

The Jedi was kicking himself harder than the rest.

Ezra was right there, right in front of him.

He sat suddenly in a huff, bringing a finger to his chin and frowning as if it was the only face he could make now.

The Ghost was in hyperspace on route to Lothal to pick up supplies.

With Ezra gone, there was nothing much they could do. They had no way of tracking the kid let alone find out where exactly he was in the galaxy. They hadn't even seen the ship he was taken in at all.

"I'm sure we'll see him again," Sabine said, having nothing else to say. She didn't know Ezra as well as the others, so she didn't feel as affected by the situation as the rest of the crew.

"How?" asked Kanan with a small snarl. "When? Where?"

He rose again, trying to keep his anger under control. He didn't want to risk emotionally hurting any of his crew, but he couldn't help but raise his voice.

"We may never see him again," he seethed.

He was pacing again, but not even for a minute before he came to a halt and faced his friends.

The Jedi took a deep breath, then said, "He was the only other Jedi I had ever seen since the Order of 66. For a time, I thought there was hope, hope that I could train him the way my master trained me. He's in a dark place now, with dark people, and… I don't know what to do."

Kanan sighed and looked at his feet.

Hera rose from her seat and walked to her friend, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder.

"There's always hope," she said. "I'm sure he'll try to find a way to come back to us."

"And if he does?" asked Kanan. "Or if we find him, what will we do? He could already be…" He couldn't finish his sentence. It was too painful for him to think about what would have happened to such a young kid, what he might be now…

"I need to think," he said, gently moving away from the Twi'lek's hand as he made his way through the corridor to his room.

Plain and simple, the bunk Kanan had chosen wasn't much to look at. He didn't have many personal affects, and the one he cared about the most sat in a draw under his bed.

With a sigh, he sat on his bed and opened the draw, revealing his lightsaber. He picked it up and examined it for the hundredth time, thinking.

Sure, he doesn't know the kid very well, but Ezra was almost like a son to him. He was smart, talented, yet frustrating at times. In the short time the teen had been with them, the crew of the Ghost had found him to be a part of their family, even though Sabine and Zeb had found it hard to accept.

Kanan was sure he was the Sidii Bendu he had mentioned to him what felt like forever ago. He was powerful with the Force, more powerful than Kanan himself.

Maybe even more powerful than Master Yoda…

It made sense… to him at least.

It frightened him too, somewhat.

A moment passed.

Then it hit him.

If Ezra was a Sidii Bendu, then there was hope.

Some time passed before Kanan emerged from his room.

He felt more confident now, full of hope, although there were still a few doubts he had to keep in mind. He had to tell Hera everything he had told Ezra about the legend of the Sidii Bendu.

Everyone had made a break for their rooms, so he headed to the cockpit where Hera was sitting, watching the blue of hyperspace outside as it whirled by them.

As he sat on the seat beside her, he said, "Hera, I need to tell you something."

Before the Twi'lek could respond, the communications link began to blink, indicating an incoming transmission.

The two glanced at each other before Hera reached over and activated the link, where Fulcrum appeared before them, glitching slightly through the blue hologram.

"I have news on Ezra Bridger," he said.

Ezra hurt.

Not just on his torso where his wound was still healing, but everywhere.

He had no idea how long he had trained those last fourty-two times, but he knew that the only rest he got was when his memories were wiped again.

And that didn't even count as 'rest' anyway.

Now that he was seated behind the Inquisitor in a modified Imperial starfighter, the aching was more noticeable as they travelled through hyperspace. He tried to focus on the energy of the second space outside the ship and meditate, but his focus never reached a point where his mind was completely elsewhere.

"You are in pain," the Pau'an noted softly, pressing a few buttons on the console. "Rest and meditate."

"I've been trying to do that for the past hour," Ezra replied, a hint of agitation in his voice.

His physical self wasn't with him, he could feel it.

But his mind was.

He hadn't quite figured out how to take control of himself again, and it was beginning to frustrate him.

Ever since he and the Inquisitor had been briefed on their mission, the kid had been desperately trying to reach for the light again, to find out who this Jedi they had to kill was.

He knew the name, Kanan Jarrus, but he couldn't find a face to match it.

Worst of all, Ezra knew him, he knew he was a friend, not a foe, but the darkness that mentally and physically trapped him was telling him otherwise.

The darkness, however, was beginning to break, he could feel that too. He had to be careful that the Inquisitor couldn't sense his struggle though, which made it a lot harder.

"Ezra Bridger," said the Pau'an, "we have an important mission ahead of us. You must rest and meditate to keep up your strength."

Ezra didn't reply but stared at the swirling blue and white outside.

Without bothering to argue, he tried again.

He stared at the colours.

The energy returned to him, gentle, melodious.

The Force, weaving in, dancing about the strange spectacle, then weaving out again.

Then he saw more colours, purples, greens, oranges. He had never noticed these colours before.

Closing his eyes, he followed the Force, weaving in and out, silently, tenderly.

Ezra didn't realize that he had been lulled to sleep until the vessel jolted slightly, indicating they had left hyperspace.

"We have arrived," said the Pau'an.

With a small yawn the kid glanced around the Inquisitor's seat and noticed a small, dark planet ahead of them. The surface looked black and dark brown, as if the terrain had been scorched centuries ago. There were tiny purple and blue dots scattered across the surface, but Ezra was unable to make out what they were.

"Don'tuval," he breathed.

"Don'tuval?" asked Hera as soon as Fulcrum's transmission ended. "I've never heard of it." She glanced at Kanan and said, "have you?

"Only in stories," Kanan replied. "I never thought it was an actual place."

He stood up as he thought.

"What were the stories about?" the Twi'lek asked, obviously not wanting to know the answer.

"Oh, just the same cliché. Several Jedi have gone there and never returned, and those who did were never the same." Kanan was attempting humour, but it only made Hera more concerned. "They're just stories."

"Stories that could be true."

She was standing now, her hands on her hips.

"We can't go there," she said, then pointed at Kanan. "Especially you."

"But Ezra – "

"I know." Hera had her hands on her hips now, her face twisted with contemplation and the need to protect her Jedi friend. "You said it yourself. He 'could be' a Sidii Bendu, and he could also be very dangerous. We barely know him. Why the hurry?"

"You know why," Kanan replied calmly.

Sadly, the Twi'lek pilot did, so she only responded with a gesture of defeat.

"Kanan," she said softly, looking up at the man. "I don't want to risk this crew to find him, as important to you as he is. We may be able to get him out but it's quite clearly a trap."

"Yes, I know that, but this may be our only chance at bringing him back to us."

Hera looked down again, worry in her eyes.

"He wanted to be with us," Kanan continued, "and we did decide that he could stay. Hera," at the sound of her name the pilot looked up again, this time staring into his eyes, "we can do this. We're his family now."

There was a long pause as Hera thought.

The entrance to the cockpit suddenly slid open, revealing Sabine, Zeb and Chopper.

"I agree with Kanan," said Sabine as she came in and took a seat. This was the last think Kanan and Hera thought to hear from such a quiet Mandalorian. They knew she probably didn't like the plan or the kid for all they knew, but she seemed willing to go after him.

"The kid… I'll admit, he's a nuisance," the Lasat said, briefly scratching the back of his head. "But I feel like we owe him. He has saved our skin more than once within a few days."

They had all agreed to this. Ezra had broken them out of prison, helped shoot down TIE Fighters as they escaped Lothal, and risked his life to save the Ghost by being taken by the Inquisitor, although that wasn't quite something the kid was planning to do anyway.

More than once was enough for the small team to think it through.

"Alright," said Hera. She took a seat and pressed in the coordinates they were given. "Let's go get our new friend."

It's not an exciting chapter, but trust me, it's about to get REALLY good... I hope. If you've made it this far remember to leave a review if you have anything to say or have any suggestions for the next story I'm thinking of creating. Thanks for reading guys!