I LIVE! Yeah not dead. (yet) Jesus fucking Christ it has been a long time since I've been on this site. Also guys you have been commenting on this damn story for three YEARS STRAIGHT! Look to be perfectly honest I don't do that much fanfiction writing anymore. I kind of started this one because I really liked the first season of rebels and I haven't really liked the other ones. Also, I'm nearly 18 and I'm dealing with university applications right now, so I have more important things to focus on, but last night I got a message that was in Spanish. I didn't think google translate worked right, but it told me to update. So, I decide to take a peak at the review that have been clogging up my email and I decided to come back to it. I don't know how many more chapters I'll do, but I am taking creative writing this year, so I might as well try to give this story some sort of ending. (which will probably be a cliff hanger because I have no idea what I am doing) but I might as well try. P.S to the genius 17-year-old boy in the comments (and yes I checked your page for that info) fuck you jack ass and your lucky I don't flag your comment. (but seriously dude your comment to me made me laugh so much. Hats off to you smartass) but in reality guys your probably not going to see much until after march break (so sue me I have projects due and I'm not in the county over the march break)
Sneak Peak
Vader stepped of the Executor with Ezra in his hands, still unconscious from the use of the force earlier. As Vader stepped on to Naboo he felt himself lighten or lighten as much as someone can who is right-hand man to the emperor. He greeted the staff in his don't care I chock you if you get in my way attitude and made his way up to the bedroom he had been designing for all these years. It was a nice sized room with all the comfort his child could need. "He will never have to want for anything" Vader thought as he laid Ezra down on to the bed to rest out the rest of his exhaustion. Compared to his childhood Ezra's would be smoother then his had been and he would always know that he was loved. Vader looked over to the bedside table to a small photograph sat "I promise" he thought " He will have the life you wanted for him, I promise you that padme)
