Chapter 11

No hours left

Still one key remaining

Kanan felt as if his legs would give out right then and there. His nose immediately stung, but he refused to cry. He felt like he was going to throw up. He felt all these things the second Sabine began to utter the words "it's sunset" he felt as if everything they had worked for, if only for a day, was taken. The fight with Sabine, Ezra needing stich's, Sabine passing out and going somewhat crazy .Chopper being dismantled, Zeb finally realizing his own strength in the worst way possible. All that for completely nothing .But the worst part was that Ezra remained still, a closed book.

But he couldn't say anything of course, he could see that his crew had already felt bad enough, why pile on? Why remind them? He sat down next to them, agents the wall, in complete and unbreakable silence. And they all just sat there, not daring to look each other in the eye, as if they failed one another. And so they all sat on the cold floor, in a row, Chopper not even making a beep, and they sat there like children at the dinner table. To be seen and not heard.

When Ezra so called 'disappeared' behind the corner, he never really left. He stood where he could see, but would not be seen. He watched the pure, unmistakable hope that was in Kanan's eyes only seconds ago, get ripped out, and in its place came disbelieve, disbelieve that this could all be for nothing, disbelieve that Ezra did not trust his crew, his, his, his family with his secrets. 'huh' thought Ezra, 'haven't used that word in a while.' But could he do it? Could he risk opening that can of worms, that box of worms. Could he risk being vulnerable, if only for a minuet. Or, he could not. He could just keep it to himself, along with almost everything else and continue his life with his crew, have it all go back to normal.

Sadly that wasn't an option, even if they never found out what was in the box, in some ways that would be worse. The one thing, the one question that all of them want to ask but none of them could say. It relentlessly scratching the surface but never coming up for air. It driving them all to silence that was all too loud. No. he couldn't do that, not to them.

"So" said Sabine, the silence shattering like a vase hitting the floor. "How, uh, how did you figure out where the last. The last key was?" there was a pause, as if it were a crime to speak of the keys.

"Well" said Kanan, just happy there was sound, "well, I just thought that his parents were taken from him when he was seven, and there were six keys. So I added them together and got thirteen, then I thought seven, six, seventy- six."

"Thirteen and seventy-six?" said Hera, why did those sound familiar?

"What do those got to do with anything?" asked Zeb, though it was hard to even care now sins it didn't matter.

"Well" Kanan began to say, but was quickly interrupted.

"Now Kanan" said Ezra, as he appeared from in behind the corner. "Why tell them? Anyone up for a little field trip?"

"To where" asked Zeb, growing impatient, he already won, did he have to rub it in?

"To the last key of course." He said, already leading the way.

"Wait Ezra" Kanan said generally shocked, "are you saying what I think you saying?"

"just hurry up before I change my mind" he said not even turning around whale he talked, "you coming or not?"

Without a single other word they quickly got up and followed him. "What did he mean 'field trip'" Zeb muttered to Hera as they followed Ezra out of the hall, but before she could answer the ramp opened and they were walking through the tall grass fields of lothal, they sky still a swirl of bright colour's.

They walked until they got into lothal, they avoided storm troopers, even though they only passed two of three. They walked past people finishing up packing there stands where they had sold goods earlier that day. They walked past children chasing each other through the weather where they could see their breath a bit, but still not cold enough to but on their sweaters.

They walked passed some nice houses until they began to approach the not-so-nice ones, the abandon ones where the windows had in boarded up long ago, and they had imperial warning stickers had already began to peel. As they passed the graffiti soaked stone they finally started to realize where they were.

"Ezra, is this-" Sabine began

"yup" Ezra interrupted.

Without another word they came upon a house where they had all been before. It was Ezra's old house, where had lived before the empire came and took his parents right out from under him.

"Hey kid" said Zeb "isn't this"

"Yup" Ezra interrupted once more.

"Your old house?" Hera said, " but those numbers"

Ezra spoke once more, "you mean house number seventy-six on thirteenth street" he finished with a crooked smile

You could see the astonishment appear on his crews face's, how this had been planned out, that the number of keys and a little bit from his past could have made such an impossible clue.

He ducked under the plank of wood that had boarded up the doorway and made his way inside, his crew close behind.

He moved the piece of furniture that had hidden the underground room where his parents had once broadcasted, as he jumped down the latter the crew waiting anxiously above, Zeb still couldn't stop thinking about the brace on Ezra's leg. He was quickly shaken from his thoughts when an orange figure append from the whole in the ground , with a single silver, metal key in his gloved hands.

He looked up at them with is bright blue eyes and said, with a bit of difficulty, as if the words were hard to say, "ready to open the box?"

Hey guys, next chapter should be out soon, sorry if you didn't like this one! And by the way I'm not spelling 'colour' wrong, I'm Canadian! :)