Fire Across the Galaxy
part 8
Author's note: Sorry if the last part seemed a lot like the real season finale. Hands up, I truly was trying to make it like that Obi-wan, Qui-gon vs Darth maul fight. Truth. Anyways, I wish this part would have been in the season finale. Hope you enjoy and don't forget to review. I honestly can not believe I got over 20 reviews, 14 favs, and 18 followers on this story. Thank you and now onto the part!
Pitch black darkness. In every direction there was only darkness. The darkness surrounded him, suffocating, blinding, and chilling him to the bone. A faint sound like two things clashing together hums in the back of his mind , barely squishing in between the deep, suffocating folds of darkness that had enveloped him. But, who was him? The boy couldn't remember his own name, his own past, the reason why he was here in the first place. Was he standing or laying upon something? What did he look like? How did he get here? But, no questions surfaces through the gloom. Ages could have pasted as the boy tries to find anything through the darkness. Invisible hands reach out, desperately searching for something solid, something to anchor him through the dark sea.
The next thing the boy notices was the pain. The boy hadn't noticed it before, it had seemed one with him, like the darkness. Pain had screamed mercilessly in his back, yes, that was what it was called, the boy thought, his legs, and along his cheekbone. But now it was dwindling away, disappearing like the tide. And in it's place flows lightness. The boy felt as though he could fly, as if he could raise his invisible arms and soar through the darkness.
As the pain slowly leaks away, a small square of light beginnings to grow like a beacon of hope through the endless sea of darkness. Happiness erupts through the boy, causing a smile to appear on his nonexistent face. A few unsteady steps through the vaporizing darkness, the boy's invisible eyes blinking rapidly at the incoming light. Those unsteady steps break into a run. The boy races towards the light, knowing what laid inside it would be something wonderful. The light was somewhere peaceful, the light was someplace where hate, distrust, grief and all other evil diseases that pollute the galaxy simply didn't exist. There, the boy would be forever happy and peaceful. There, no harm would ever fall upon him. There, the boy would be safe from all harm that could be bestowed upon him. The hum of clashes becomes more and more distinct as the boy came more closer to the light. The boy knew those clashes would be gone once he was safely in the embrace of the light.
Orange. A blob of a toned down shade of the color the boy knew as orange appears in-front of him. The boy stops short, stumbling forward before finally coming to a stop a mere foot from the blob of orange. As his invisible eyes stare in wonder at the blob, it took shape. More and more hues of color swirl together, forming parts. Out of the darkness came a astromech. The name for the being before him appears in the boy's mind. Bursts of sound erupt from the astromech. Beeps and grumbles, those were what those sounds were. And then the label for this astromech comes to the boy. C1-10P or, "Chopper." Nonexistent eyes widen. What was that sound that emerged out of his, what was it called? The word came to him, mouth. How had that happened? His mouth had moved almost unconsciously to form that word, the name for the astromech before him. Chopper.. What/who was Chopper? Did he know Chopper? If he did, how? All the boy remembers is darkness, the light, and the name for the astromech before him.
Another noise erupt out of the boy's mouth, a, a.. gasp. That was what it was called. A gasp. A gasp happened when he was shocked. Shocked, another word, a.. emotion, the boy knew it was called. A image leaks into the mind of the boy. The boy was running after Chopper, down a place, no room, as it was called, filled with so many different colors and shapes. A shape slid open, a door, and still he ran after Chopper. Words flew out of his mouth, too fast and strange for the boy to understand them. But, the boy felt anger and annoyance towards Chopper for some reason. Anger, annoyance. Two more emotions. The moving image in his mind cut off, replaced by a different one. Chopper wheeling, the boy didn't quite understand why Chopper wasn't walking like the boy could, into a room filled with shades of dark color. A low beep escapes the astromech, a.. a sad beep. The boy was behind Chopper, saying words he didn't understand. Chopper shot up, as if he didn't know the boy was behind him. Chopper tries to wheel out of the room, if that was what it was called, but, was stopped by the boy. Soothing words come from the boy as he.. as he.. comforts the astromech. Sadness and sympathy, new words, shines through the darkness of the room. "Chopper.." The boy's mouth repeats the astromech's name again. Chopper was annoying, but he cared deeply for someone. Who? The boy didn't know.
"Hey kid," A soft grumbles drifts through the darkness. Nonexistent eyes drift up to find a shape filled with shades of purple, green and brown. New colors, the boy thought to himself. But, who was 'kid'? What was 'hey'? Two new word blooms through Ezra's mind, lasat, that was what this mix of colors was, and Zeb. That was what the lasat's name was. Zeb. "Zeb?" As the boy forms these words, a strange trans-motion happens upon Zeb's face. The corners of his mouth turn upwards, creating a.. the words appears in his mind. It was a smile, " Yeah, that's my name kid. Now why don't we go home, eh?" Home, what was home? The word bounces through his mind. Home.. a sudden image appears in his mind. A small, dark room. Two shapes, beds, lay against one wall. Zeb, his face contorted in a impression of embarrassment, stands before another wall, gawking at something on the wall. The boy was beside him, also gawking in embrassment. Chopper was there too, right outside the.. um.. doorway of the room. Doorway, another new word. A shape of color stands next to Zeb, a..arm pointings towards something. A smile on the shape. And then the image vanishes.
"Don't you think we should go home now?" The question again. The shape in his vision appears next to Zeb, saying those words, asking that question again. Again, the shape's name comes to him. "Sabine," That was the burst of color's name. "Come on, kid, let's go home," Home was where that dark room was, the room filled with embarrassment. Home was where Chopper had been filled with so much sadness in that room. The light would be much more better then those dark rooms filled with emotions the boy was still trying to understand. "I don't want to go home," The boy didn't want to go back to that emotion filled place. Emotion seem too hard to understand. Emotion should be locked away. Emotion didn't exist in the light. The light was perfect, filled with golden light. The darkness was filled with emotions, sadness, anger, and many more.
"Ezra, we have to go home now," The sound was mature, another new word, and feminine. What feminime was or what a Ezra was, the boy didn't know. A green shape had appeared out of the darkness next to Sabine. Hera was the shape's name. Memories flood into his mind. Hera, emerald eyes shining,,, a hand resting upon his shoulder, spilling words that sounded of another emotion, praise, from her mouth. Hera comforting him when he was done. Hera holding him, Zeb, Sabine, and Chopper together, emotionally, on a, the word came to him, ship. The Ghost. Yes, that was the name of the ship. More and more memories pour into the boy's mind. Zeb chasing him and Chopper down a long room, or was it called a hallway? Sabine holding a small, dark hued shape, holding it to a wall. Hues of bright colors spring from the shape and throw themselves against the wall. A strange feeling erupts in his chest at the memory of Sabine. Again, the word for it erupts in his mind. Warmth, warmth springs in his chest at the sight of her. Her endearing amber eyes. Her playful smirk. Everything about her sparks warmth in his chest. He wishes the warmth would go away, he wishes the strange feeling to leave his nonexistent chest.
"Come on Ezra, it's time to go home," Another shape takes form next to Hera. Kanan.. that was the name of the shape that swirls into existence from the gloom of darkness. "I don't know what Ezra is!" The boy shouts at them. Shout, that must be the name for when a emotion of anger creeps into a shape's voice. "Yes, you do, Ezra," Two more shapes appear next to Kanan. Bright blue eyes, raven-black hair that almost matches the darkness, the two shapes were the image of what the boy had once been.
"I don't."
"Yes you do, Ezra," Sabine says.
"I don't."
"Kid, you do," Zeb says.
"I don't."
"Ezra you do," Hera says.
"I don't!"
"Ezra.." Kanan says.
"I don't, you don't understand but I don't!"
"Ezra, you do, look inside of yourself," The two shapes say in union, male and female voices blending.
"I..I.." The memories overwhelm him. My name is Ezra, Ezra Bridger. I'm 15 years old. I live with Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla, Sabine Wren, Zeb Orrelios, and Chopper abroad the ship called the Ghost. We rebel against the evil Empire. My parents, Mira and Ephraim Bridger, spoke out against the Empire and are now..dead. Death. Suddenly all of him wants to go into the light. All he want is to escape from this world of emotions, pain and death. Ezra steps forward through the darkness and the light grows bigger. The light warms him, embraces him, welcomes hijm into it's shining arms.
"Ezra don't!" "Ezra, you can't!" Don't do it Ezra!" He pushes on against the shouts. The rebels try to pull me back but whenever they touch his skin, they just slide through as if they are ghosts. Memories of the past, that was all they were. Where Ezra should be was in the light. Ezra should be already living in a place of peace. With each step, his pain slowly slides away, the clashing in his ears turns to only a faint hum. And then Ezra is almost there. Ezra is almost in the welcoming arms of the light. The faces of the rebels turn paler until all he could see was their outline. His parent's faces grow clearer. They should be happy. Ezra will be in complete bliss in a few moments, safe and sound. That was what they had wanted. But, grief instead shines on their faces. His mother's mouth opens but, instead of her voice, another voice spills out. A masculine, familiar voice pours out of her mouth, "No..no..no! Ezra..Ezra.." Complete grief and disbelief moans in each syllable.
Ezra takes one more step closer to the light and now his father's mouth is open, the same voice spilling out of his mouth, "No.." It was a defeated man's tone. A man who had faced too much for another horrible thing to happen. Now Ezra's mother's voice is back, "Ezra, you have to go back to him." "I can't go back to that place of misery!" Ezra shouts. "Ezra, you have too help him. You can't run away from people in need Ezra. Without you, he will be broken," My father says. "But, I want to be with you! I didn't have enough time with you. I miss you everyday. Mom, dad, I can't lose you again." "You won't be Ezra. Your father and I are with you everyday." "Your mother is right. Now go back to him, Ezra. Go help a person in need, like your mother and I taught you."
What they say is right, and Ezra knows it. He can't be selfish. He can't be greedy. Ezra has to go back. and help this grieving man. "Good-bye, mom and dad. I love you," Ezra says hid goodbye as the lightness starts to disappear, the darkness devouring the light. A sobbing starts to fill his ears. Pain throbs all over him. I chose this, Ezra reminds himself. The last word he heard before the darkness swallows him whole, was his parent's voice as one, "We know."