Chapter Three
Ezra woke up after two hours of sleep. He saw the outside of the cave and noticed that it was a little bit dark. The sun hadn't coma out yet, but, ignoring his lack of sleep and his body's whining, stood up, graved his backpack, put his helmet on his head and went to the outside.
He had water, but it was insufficient considering that he was on a desert. He had to arrive to Tatooine as soon as possible.
Six Hours Later…
Sand, sand and again, more sand!
Ezra felt like if he had been walking for hours and hours under the burning sun. He was sweating a lot, and there was a point where he didn't even walk and he dragged himself instead.
The sand was entering in Ezra's boots, overheating his feet. He checked his water bottle, and saw that it was almost empty.
He had to find a place to sleep and to shelter himself from the sun and the sand storm that was approaching.
Why did Tatooine had to be one of the most warm places?! Why couldn't it be a tropical planet with a lot of trees, waterfalls and sweet breezes?!
He wanted to return, but every inch of him was mad at his master. Mad, but not angry.
How could he even say that to his master, the man who gave him a second chance, the man that came back to rescue him the first day they met, the man who was training him?
Ezra knew that Kanan's words weren't nicer than his, but there was no return, Ezra thought, what's been said wasn't going to change, even if he wanted it so bad.
The fact that Kanan tried to punish him for completing the mission was completely irrational. He had only made his job, and Kanan didn't have to punish him.
It was a war; there would be a lot of sacrifices, losses and pain. Those were occupational hazards for making the galaxy a better place, a free-Empire galaxy, and to revenge his parents.
Ezra stopped himself. Was that what he was really seeking? Revenge? That was his cause, his reason to fight? Revenge?
No, he wasn't avenging his parents, he was only making justice…but something in his head told him that it was more a revenge than a justice.
Why him? Why there was always something wrong happening to him and his crew? Ezra didn't do a lot of bad things in the past, and he couldn't think of his crew doing something really bad in the past…ok, maybe he could imagine Sabine, Zeb or Chopper doing something bad, but in the present…exploding bases and hurting Imperials…it was the correct thing being a rebel, right?
Definitely, Ezra stopped himself right in that second. What was he thinking?! How could he even think that the Empire was the good side?! Was the sun affecting his brain or something?
And how did he change the topic three times already?
He had to focus on what he would do next; there were three choices:
Number one: Staying on Tatooine (with this freaking sun? Heck no, thought Ezra), Number two: Going to Lothal, his homeland planet, or number three: Returning with his family?
He definitely wasn't going to pick choice number one. And number two…something bothered with that choice; he wasn't happy with the idea of returning to be a street rat, thinking of the risks his crew could be experimenting. He wanted to pick choice three, but…he was afraid. He was afraid of his master pushing him so he couldn't enter to the ship, and then the ship flied away, leaving him all alone…
His throat felt so dry that moment. He lifted his head to the horizon (it was the horizon, right?) and put a hand over his eyes to make a shadow. He couldn't see anything; neither a building, neither a ship, just a stupid mountain…
A mountain?
Suddenly, Ezra felt like if he could fly. A mountain! The perfect place to spend the night and shelter himself from the sandstorm!
So, ignoring his legs' pain, Ezra gained enough forces to keep walking and headed to the mountain.
They were taking so much time to find the kid.
Zeb and Sabine were roaming a little bit close to the ground, with the hope of finding Ezra. The platform of the Phantom was opened, and Zeb was sitting on it while Sabine piloted the ship.
"Do you think the kid's fine?" asked Sabine, breaking the awkward silence.
"I hope he is…because when I get my hands on that stupid little kid…" answered the Lasat.
"…It would be a very dark day," agreed the Mandalorian.
"Why did he have to escape? He never did anything like that," asked Zeb.
"Yeah, but Kanan never used Ezra's parents to hurt him," answered the artist.
"It was…a low blow," pointed Zeb.
"Yeah. From both of them," said Sabine "I hope we find him soon…I want to slap him in the face and tell him that he's an idiot for running away without Hera punishing me."
"I heard that, Specter Five, you have your comlink on," said Hera through her comlink.
"I was only kidding, Specter Two!" lied Sabine nervously "How's the search going?"
"Pretty bad. Chopper and I haven't seen a boy in the Port the entire day, and we've already went through the Port five times," explained the Twi'lek.
"Looks like Kanan wants to find him first," pointed Zeb, causing that Sabine and Hera stood in silence.
"What do you mean?" asked Sabine, looking at the Lasat.
"I mean," explained the Lasat "That looks like Specter One wants to be the one who finds him first so he can apologize."
"Ding ding ding! You had won the award for saying the number one (or first) four times in a sentence," exclaimed Sabine.
"It's a pretty good theory…well, I have to go, Chopper thinks he got something. Specter two out," said Hera ending the conversation.
Kanan spend the entire day searching anything that could reveal Ezra's whereabouts. He searched at every abandoned house, every hide out he found and every business to find his missing padawan, to find his missing Ezra.
Why did he have to say all those things?
He had been immature by letting his rage controlling him, but Ezra's escape was a total stupidity…and it was the same thing he did a long time ago.
Kanan's Flashback
A kid was standing with both eyes closed. The kid had brown and standing hair, his eyes were like two shining blue diamonds, and his skin was a little bit brown. He was a little bit shorter for being an eleven-year-old boy, though.
He was focusing and trying to elevate a big piece of metal, but he couldn't. He was nervous, thinking about that - he met last time. He couldn't forget - voice, -eyes, and -whishes.
"Caleb, you're not focusing," exclaimed a woman's voice. The voice was soft, but annoyed, and made Caleb open his eyes, just to face his master, looking at him.
"I'm so trying," replied Caleb, closing his eyes again and trying to remember his training. He just couldn't, he had other things in mind, other important things.
"You have to discipline yourself…" explained Depa softly.
"I know," said Caleb, getting a little bit annoyed.
"…You have to focus…" continued Depa.
"I know," repeated the kid.
"…a true Jedi is always-" explained his master.
"I KNOW!" yelled Caleb "I'm trying but I can't!"
"That's the problem. Do or do not-" quoted Depa.
"There's no try," completed the adolescent "I know that too."
"You don't practice it, though," said his master.
"For you is easy to say. You already know, master, but I'm-not-like-that. I can't," explained the padawan.
"Then you'll never be a Jedi," said Depa annoyed.
Caleb gazed at her, embarrassed. That night, he packed his stuff, left a note for his master and went out of the Jedi temple. If he wasn't going to be a Jedi…why bother the others?
End Of The Flashback
The sound of Kanan's comlink made him return to reality. The Jedi took the comlink out of his belt and answered it.
"Specter Two to Specter One, answer Specter One," said Hera through her comlink.
"This is Specter One. What's wrong?" asked Kanan.
"Nothing much. Have you seen Specter Six? Or have any clue where he could be?" answered the pilot.
"No. I assume you have the same luck," assumed Kanan.
"You're exactly right…is everything ok with you?" asked the Twi'lek.
"Well, if we put away that Ezra is missing and that he could be anywhere…no," answered the Jedi.
"I'm sorry. We'll find him soon," said Hera.
"I hope so…" wished Kanan, sighing.
They had to find him.
Hi Rebels.
Sssss…short story:
I was writing this chapter this night, so peacefully, where suddenly…I heard something in my closet. At those kinds of moments I think this:
First (the most logical one): It could be any other noise in the house; it could be the attic or something like that.
Or two (the most stupid one but the one that I end believing): The freaking animatronics are coming!
So I grabbed a lantern, opened the closet's door and then…
I saw my freaking cat, playing with one of his toys and opening and closing the door. #freakingcatscaringmetodeath…
Anyways, I'm sorry for not being able to publish more often, but I've been pretty busy (-_-)
Starlight Moon Midnight – Owww…I missed you too! *hugs you*
Fanfictionranger - *pats your shoulder* I know…
Lilyflower101 – They will very soon *spoiler alert!*
Paint The Fangirling UniWolf – XD. I can't wait for the comic…
DisneyandWildKrattfangirl – Dang! That's a lot of siblings! And yes, it seems that every little brother (or sister) is a cupcake baked by the devil .
Specter 13 - …is this so predictable?
Emily Bridger and Sparkle – So glad you guys enjoyed it :)
Chao Rebels!