Leia Nightmare first one

Ezra swung his blade ferociously as he practiced his techniques, each movement more vigorous than the last. His feet made a metallic patter as he slammed his boots into the steel roof of the Ghost and his breathing that had originally started at a steady pace had increased into an exhausted pant. But Ezra was unaware of the sweat that trailed down his neck, or the aching in his bones, or even the burning sting that rippled throughout his muscles with each powerful flex.

Leia was shocked how Ezra was doing this much stress

No, he didn't pay attention to that. All he could focus on was perfecting his forms.

Swing. Slash. Block. Parry. Block.

There was no space for error anymore.

Back. Block. Counter. Forward. Swing.

But in the back of Ezra's mind all he could do was remember that day...

Jump.

The loss...

Slash.

The pain...

Land.

The cold-

Suddenly, the boy lost his footing and stumbled onto the hard roof surface, face first. His arms and legs screamed in agony when they slammed into the metal, clenching his teeth together in the hopes of easing the pain. But it did nothing more than make his jaw throb that much further.

Ezra opened his eyes in a daze, his vision blurred by the hot tears that swelled within them. He blinked rapidly and moved to push himself up, only to be met with a forceful protest by his own body. His arms shook, his legs unstable as the sweat cascaded down his nose and chin. The teen was utterly exhausted and had been pushed to the limit by his own stubborn will that demanded perfection. Nothing more. Nothing less. Just perfection.

Ezra moaned but, despite his pain, forced himself to his feet. When he finally found his footing, he swayed as his legs began to buckle, before managing to stabilise himself after a few long moments. Ezra took a deep breath and sighed.

Memories hit him like a flood as part of his soul was reactivated...

Sabine's expression was one of great care and concern as she wrapped Ezra's hand where the Sith's lightsaber had grazed his skin. But Ezra remained completely still, his eyes cloudy. It had been nearly half an hour since he and Kanan had returned from Malachor, but both were not who they once were. Kanan, blinded. And Ezra, the light sucked from his usually vibrant presence.

Leia began to feel not right

The boy didn't seem to be staring at anything in particular, just his scuffed boots and faded orange pants. But Sabine could see that something was off about him. She glanced up at her friend and asked "How you feeling?"

A ghostly gaze flickered upwards to meet hers, and he replied with an empty tone "Guilty..."

Sabine gave him a sympathetic gaze. "It wasn't your fault Ezra."

A fire ignited within him as he snapped "It was my fault! If I hadn't have been so trusting then Maul wouldn't have... w-wouldn't have..." He trailed off near the end, the spark receding. Ezra returned his gaze to his feet, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes as he whispered "I saw the burns Sabine... I saw them..."

Leia is very shocked how Ezra feels very bad

The mandalorian placed her hand on his shoulder and spoke soothingly "Kanan is strong, Ezra. He survived, he'll adapt, and then he'll thrive. That's the way he's always been."

Ezra began to sob, tears leaking down his cheeks as he rasped "And what if he doesn't? What if he hates me forever now?"

"Ezra, he could never hate you," Sabine sung as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Kanan is still your master, blind or not."

Ezra shot her an unconvinced look, turning his head away and muttering in a hushed tone "I may be his padawan... but that doesn't mean I deserve to be..."

The teen inhaled sharply, his hands balling into fists despite the burn that followed so. He gripped onto his new lightsaber with disgust, activating the blade once again as he shifted into the starting position. He stared at the sword with hatred, wondering why he was forced to use such a shameful weapon. Its simple base could not compare to his old hilt, the one that once hung comfortably from his belt as he either stunned or swung at opponents with ease.

Now all he had was this piece of junk. It was unappealing, unpleasant to his touch, and most of all, it was not perfect in his mind...

"Kid, maybe you shoulder take a break," Zeb suggested softly. "You've been working on that thing non-stop. Surely you need to rest."

Ezra shook his head rapidly, twisting the screws into the frame of his new lightsaber. "I-It's not ready yet," he muttered with determination.

"I know kid, I know," the Lasat replied with a concerned tone. "But I just don't think it's healthy for you to be sitting there all day making that thing."

The boy's eye twitched slightly as he continued to build his weapon despite his room-mate's displeasure. Zeb sighed and rose from his bunk, stepping toward the jittery teen carefully. He bent down where the boy was perched on his knees, surrounded by pieces of metal and bolts and wires of all different sizes. There Ezra sat with his legs crossed and his back hunched, murmuring words under his breath as he rambled about it not being complete. "Kid," Zeb spoke with a gentle tone. "Kid, just stop."

The older man reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, causing Ezra to freeze and his eyes to go vacant. "It's not ready..." he rasped, voice scratchy and hoarse.

"I know, but it doesn't have to be-"

"I-It's not p-perfect yet," he stuttered.

Zeb's expression softened. "It doesn't have to be perfect Ezra," he cooed.

Slowly, his stagnant blue gaze flickered towards his hands. Zeb craned his neck to see what his comrade was staring at, only for his eyes to widen at the sight of his raw, red palms, blistered from weeks of creating his incomplete, inadequate and imperfect weapon...

Leia feel like just hugging him but knew she couldn't do a thing

Ezra bared his teeth as he tried to block out the memories, block out his emotions. His mind was not to be trusted, and his gut feeling had failed him... failed Kanan...

With a new burst of energy, Ezra flowed through his forms once again, trying harder and harder to erase his stumbles or flaws. Every time he messed up, he started all over again. Every time his body ached, he told himself to stop complaining. Every time he felt weak, he pushed himself that much further.

A sharp grumble pierced his waist as his stomach roared in protest. But Ezra snarled and ignored the empty pit in his gut...

"Ezra, honey, you haven't eaten anything," Hera cooed when she noticed Ezra's vacant gaze. He was sitting at the table, staring at the wall as his plate of food went stone cold. Hera's brow creased into a frown when she stepped forward and placed her hand on his shoulder. But at her touch, he didn't respond. Didn't even flinch.

Concern began to grow within the pilot as her expression softened. "Ezra, it's been three months," she spoke in a calm voice. "You know he doesn't blame you, right?"

He didn't reply. Just kept staring.

Hera ran her fingers through the fringe of his short, blue locks. He had insisted on cutting their length, for reasons she still didn't know. But either way he was just as broken as before. Malachor had taken the Ezra they loved and replaced it with only a shell of who he once was. No more smiles. No more laughter. Only training. Only fighting. Only improving.

But in all honesty Hera would say he was getting worse now. The training made him tired, but he never stopped his sessions. His stomach could be empty for hours on end, yet he never had an appetite. They could try everything in their power to make him happy again, but the spark would never ignite. He was completely empty. A ghost himself.

Hera sighed and said warmly "I'm here for you Ezra, if you ever want to talk about anything."

Again, there was no response. The Twi'lek was about to give up hope until after a few moments, the teen rose to his feet, murmured a quiet thanks and swiftly departed the room, leaving Hera in complete and utter silence...

In the middle of his swung, Ezra's legs bucked and he fell to the floor again with a grunt. He laid there for a prolonged moment, his eyes half lidded as he stared off into the distance. He would have fallen asleep right there if he could have.

But his mind refused to do so, pushing his overworked limbs to do as they were told. They strained under the weight as Ezra tried to heave himself up, but to his great displeasure, with little success. His energy was all but non-existent, and his body was close to a complete meltdown. When the breeze hit his face he could feel the sweat pouring down his skin and soaking into his clothes. It chilled his burning flesh so much it made him shiver.

But never the less, he persevered, finally dragging himself to his feet. With wavering legs he reached for his sword again, the blue beam shimmering in the air as he stared at it in a slur. He sniffled and swung the blade, his form much more clumsy than what it once was.

Come on Bridger. Don't be weak!

" Ezra Please just rest." Leia begged but she knew it wouldn't stop

He snarled at himself and slashed again, this time with much more power. But with that power came the wave of exhaustion that followed.

Don't stop! Keep fighting!

Ezra took a ragged breath and swung upwards in a large arc, until his legs finally gave way and he staggered onto his knees. The tears made their presence known as clear liquid began sliding off his nose. What it was, he couldn't tell.

He released a sharp sob and sniffed, disappointed with his poor technique. Kanan would never approve of such weakness in a student. He had to keep striving for that perfection he craved so much!

So with that one incentive, Ezra buried his pain deep down and forced himself upright once again. He sluggishly found his footing and raised his blade, trying his best to steady his racing heartbeat.

Must keep trying. Must make up for my mistakes...

Ezra raised the beam, about to bring it down in another ferocious strike until-

"Stop."

The air was sucked clean from Ezra's lungs, a shiver running down his spine at the sheer sound of his voice. He remained completely rigid, his eyes wide in shock, when the voice cooed again "Ezra."

Tears blurred the teen's vision and the blade trembled in his grip. The sound of footsteps approached, gentle and rhythmic, as Kanan spoke again "Please, Ezra. Stop."

Ezra could not disobey his master. He had disobeyed him back on Malachor, ignored his advice, trusted the one who used him and blinded his teacher. So no, Ezra wouldn't dare turn his back on the man's command.

Slowly, Ezra lowered the blade, his breathing strained and ragged. He stared at the hilt with petrified blue orbs, sweat practically pouring down his neck and soaking into his clothes. The footsteps grew closer as the presence he had once been so familiar with came forward, closing the gap between teacher and student.

Ezra gasped when Kanan's hand brushed against his arm, a sob escaping his lips as he rasped fearfully "P-Please don't be mad at me..."

The boy sensed his master's emotions flicker to a deep sorrow as a firm grip settled on his shoulder, Ezra wincing at his touch and tightening the grasp around the base of his lightsaber. "I-I'm not ready yet," he stuttered.

"You've been telling me that for the past four months, Ezra," he spoke softly. Ezra felt Kanan shift to beside him, not daring enough to raise his gaze to the charred remains of Kanan's eyes... of his own mistake...

Ezra panted, explaining with a hitch "I-I haven't p-perfected form three... I-I can't show you until I get it right..."

"Ezra," Kanan soothed again, placing his other hand a top of his own. Ezra's muscles coiled around his bones, staring at his master's hand through a blaze of hot tears. It was so gentle, his touch so warm. It was the complete opposite of Ezra's freezing, callused palms, shuddering under Kanan's comforting presence.

"Please... just stop," Kanan pleaded. "If not for me, do it for you, and your health."

Finally, stagnant blue orbs flickered upwards and gazed at the man through the short navy blue fringe. Ezra winced when he saw his bandaged eyes, how Kanan's head was turned in his general direction, but not directly facing the boy as such. Guilt and anger swirled within him like a storm. The hatred he felt towards Maul. The regret for the disability he had brought down on his master. The reminder that everything that had happened was a result of his own naïve nature. His ability to be fooled by hollow lies. His overall stupidity and selfishness that had blinded the one who loved him like a son...

Looking back at it now Ezra could only see how dumb he had been. It was a simple choice. Your master, the most trustworthy person who loved you dearly, or random stranger, who you found hobbling in the caverns of an abandoned sith temple. Easy decision you'd think.

But no, Ezra chose wrong, and it was Kanan and Ahsoka who had paid the price. Kanan was blinded, and Ahsoka was... was...

"Ezra, calm down," Kanan's voice interjected, snapping him from his distant thoughts. "You need to let go of the lightsaber."

The boy glanced down at his hands, not even realising that when his grip had tightened his fingers began digging into the sharp crevices of the lightsaber hilt, pain rippling throughout his nerves as the metal came close to breaking skin. Ezra just stared at the scene with a blank expression. It was as if he didn't really care, if he got injured. Like maybe it would act as some kind of punishment for whatever pain Kanan had experienced.

So blue eyes narrowed into slits as he wrapped his grip like a snake around the hilt and pressed firmly into the metal. "Ezra!" Kanan snapped, realising what he was doing and trying to pry his fingers away. "You're hurting yourself! Please! Stop!"

For a small moment Ezra resisted, until his energy levels completely hit rock bottom and the tension within his muscles unbound. The lightsaber extinguished when it fell from his grasp, his eyelids grew heavy and his knees crumbled simultaneously. But not a moment after he was suddenly pulled into someone's warm arms, the boy's head resting against Kanan's shoulder as he gasped for fresh air that never seemed to come. "I'm... s-sorry," he choked out, his voice scratchy and hoarse. "I t-thought... I could make... it better..." His legs wavered and his body shuddered. Glancing up, he sobbed "P-Please... don't be mad... at me..."

Kanan didn't move his head. He was still facing in the direction Ezra was standing at moment prior, his head held high. But the man moved one arm to Ezra's back, sharing the weight of the teen's weak figure, while the other one gently stroked Ezra's head. "It's okay, I'm not mad at you," the Jedi soothed as his fingers ran through Ezra's short locks. "I never was."

The tears finally leaked out of his eyes and Ezra began to weep. He buried his face into the fabric of Kanan's shirt and cried his heart out, allowing all the emotions that had been festering over 4 long months to slide of his back.

"Oh Ezra," Kanan sighed, holding the boy tightly in his embrace. "Why didn't you tell me sooner about all this?"

"I-I was afraid," Ezra sobbed. "I t-thought that if I was perfect... you'd forgive me for what h-happened..."

Kanan released a long, steady breath, replying calmly "There's nothing you could have done Ezra. And there's nothing you can do to fix it now. I'm like this, but that doesn't matter."

Ezra grinded his teeth together and hissed "I don't d-deserve your forgiveness."

"I'm not forgiving you," he spoke firmly, until his tone softened and he added "After all, you can't forgive what you didn't blame in the first place."

Slowly, the boy glanced up with blurry eyes. "You... Y-You don't blame me?"

"That's right," Kanan answered, lowering his head and resting it a top of Ezra's. He hugged the boy fiercely and wrapped his calming presence around his fragile frame while Ezra, after months of depression, anxiety and isolation, finally felt like he had been accepted again. Like he didn't need to prove his worthiness any further.

"Don't think for a moment that I ever thought it was your fault..." Kanan whispered softly into his ear. "Because to me, you are completely blameless..."

And for the first time since Malachor, Ezra smiled...

Leia feel relieved but not for long as another nightmare came

Leia then saw Ezra with Kanan whose is blind

"Specter-2, are you sure the supplies are in here?" Ezra asked, his flashlight sweeping the cavern walls. "I've searched through most of this cave and there's nothing."

"Keep looking," Hera replied. "They're in there somewhere."

The Phantom 2.0 had landed on a cavernous moon in order to collect some much needed supplies. However, the tunnels were narrow. Ezra may not have been the smallest anymore, but Sabine was back on Atollon helping with repairs, leaving Ezra to navigate the caverns alone.

Suddenly, Ezra felt cold, as if a darksider was near by. Ezra zipped up the jacket Hera had gotten him for cold weather missions after she found out he was frigophobic and tried to keep it together.

"I sense someone," Ezra said into the comlink. "Someone who's probably not friendly."

"Karabast!" Kanan replied. "I sense it too. Ezra, you need to g-"

Suddenly, the comlink cut off and Ezra's flashlight flickered off. "Specter-1? Do you copy?"

No response.

"Specter-6 to Ghost! Come in!"

Still no response. The comlink was jammed.

"Karabast!" Ezra yelled. He turned and bolted in the opposite direction, running as fast as he could out of the cave. Someone had found them and Ezra couldn't let the visitor hurt his friends.

"Specter-6?" Kanan asked into the comlink. The mask did nothing to conceal his panic. "Specter-6, come in!"

Leia started to feel scared again

"Kanan," Hera cut him off as she began powering up the Phantom 2.0. "The comlinks are jammed."

"We can't just leave him!" Kanan protested as he heard the Phantom 2.0 warm up.

"We're not leaving him," Hera replied. "We're just taking necessary precautions."

"What are we gonna do?" Zeb asked.

Kanan stood. "Come on, Zeb. We're going out there."

As Ezra entered a large room, an explosion rocked the cave and sent the ceiling crashing down. Ezra yelped as he dashed away. He tripped while running and wound up flat on his face, and blood began dripping from his now broken nose. When the rocks finally stopped falling, Ezra propped himself up on shaky arms. He rolled over and looked up, trying to catch his breath. The ceiling of the cavern was gone, leaving a large gaping hole.

"Karabast..." Ezra muttered. "That was close..." After taking a moment to catch his breath, Ezra tried to stand up when a hand grabbed his collar.

When Kanan and Zeb stepped out of the Phantom, Kanan heard a loud rumble, the shockwave throwing them to the ground.

"Karabast..." Zeb grumbled.

"What happened?" Kanan asked, panicked. "What was that?"

"I don't know, but I think the cave just collapsed."

Kanan and Zeb took off. "We can't go into the cave because it might come crashing down on top of us," Zeb said.

"We'll climb the rocks then," Kanan replied. "Let's go!"

Ezra cried out as the hand lifted him up like a ragdoll. "Well hello there, Apprentice," Maul snarled.

In a desperate attempt to get free, Ezra slammed his foot into Maul's knee.

A sickening crack rang out through the room and Ezra screamed.

Leia wanted to get her lightsaber and kill Maul

"That wasn't very smart," Maul sneered, obviously amused. "I'm half droid, remember."

Ezra glared at the monster holding him and spat in his face. "Kriff you," he snapped.

Maul glared at him and struck him across the face. "You'll learn to respect me," he growled.

"How about no?" Ezra retorted. He wrenched himself out of Maul's grasp and reached for his lightsaber but Maul grabbed it and flung it away.

"Why do you resist?" Maul asked. "It's obvious where your true calling is. It's too late for you. You cannot stop the inevitable."

"Go kiss a bantha," Ezra snapped. "You are like all the guys who came after me. You just can't take no for an answer can you?"

Maul tightened his fist and Ezra found himself dangling in the air. The Zabrak flicked his wrist and Ezra cried out at the walls began a blur around him. The blur came to a sudden stop as Ezra felt his head and back slam into the cavern wall. He felt ribs crack and break as he tumbled to the ground. Ezra tried to drag himself away but Maul held him in place with the Force.

Ezra tried to break free but to no avail as Maul approached him.

"Get the hell away from me!" Ezra yelled, fear suddenly sweeping over him as the cold and pain grew more and more intense.

"You're coming with me," Maul replied. "I'm tired of your games. You will be my apprentice whether you like it or not."

Leia know standing by Ezra glaring at Maul wishing her father do something to this man

"Stay away..." Ezra whimpered. "Stay away from me..."

"Don't tell me you're scared. Just a minute ago you were acting very differently. If this is the way you're going to be after taking a beating, then you won't last long under my training."

Ezra once learned about Sith training. It was brutal and very painful. Ezra knew he had an iron will, but he hadn't been captured and continuously tortured before like the way some rebels, including Kanan, had. And this was a former Sith Lord who knew him too well for his liking. How long would he last?

"Stay away from me..." Ezra growled, tears of fear forming. "Stay. Away."

Maul ignored the warning. He reached up to knock Ezra unconscious when something snapped.

"GET BACK!" Ezra screamed

Ezra somehow broke free of Maul's grip and adrenaline coursed through him, muddling his mind and triggering an animalistic instinct to survive. As he dropped to the ground, his hands shot forward. Lightning shot from Ezra's hands. They began to blister and burn but Ezra didn't feel it. Maul screamed in pain, but Ezra didn't hear it. He heard someone shout his name, but once again, Ezra couldn't hear over the adrenaline and sound of electricity.

Thrusting his burning hands forward, Ezra slammed a now unconscious Maul into the cavern wall.

Leia knew Ezra used Force Lighting

A pair of hands clamped down on Ezra's shoulders. "Ezra, stop!"

The lightning stopped, leaving Maul steaming and out cold. Ezra squirmed in Kanan's grip, the adrenaline still going. "Ezra, calm down! It's me!"

"Stay away!" Ezra said

"Ezra, it's me!" a hand gently grabbed Ezra's face and pointed it. Ezra blinked and saw Kanan. "It's me."

Tears streamed down Ezra's face as the adrenaline wore off. The pain from his injuries returned tenfold as he stared at Kanan's masked face. His gaze turned to Maul's unconscious form on the other side of the cave. "What did I just do?" Ezra whispered weakly.

"Ezra," Kanan replied. "Ezra, it's okay."

Suddenly, Ezra scooted away, hissing as his injuries were forced to move. "Ezra!" Kanan said. "Calm down!"

"Stay away!" Ezra screamed, tears dripping down his face. "I'm dangerous!"

Kanan maneuvered way to where he sensed Ezra move and placed his hands on Ezra's shoulders. "No," Kanan replied softly. "You're not dangerous."

Ezra allowed Kanan to pull him into a hug, his eyes never leaving the carnage he left behind. Kanan placed his hand on Ezra's head and gently turned it away from Maul. When the adrenaline finally wore off, Ezra burst into tears.

Enemy or not, Ezra did not mean for this to happen. He just used Force Lightning! Was Maul right? Was it really too late for him? Was he doomed to turned to the dark side? Was he doomed to become the enemy? Why did it even happen? The holocron never mentioned anything about lightning! How did he do that?

"Deep breaths," Kanan said, pulling Ezra from his thoughts. "You're mind's literally a mess right now. Are you okay?"

Ezra didn't answer. He just continued to weep. He vaguely heard him tell Zeb to call Hera. He felt the Force curl around him, easing him towards sleep. Probably Kanan's doing. His injuries weren't exactly helping. The last thing Ezra remembered before blacking out was the sound of the Phantom 2.0's engines.

Kanan sighed in relief as Ezra stopped crying and his breathing evened out. As the Phantom 2.0 landed, Hera came rushing out. "Is he okay?"

"I..." Kanan breathed. "I don't know."

"He's definitely hurt," Hera replied. "What happened?"

"I don't know," Kanan replied. "I heard lightning and a lot of energy ."

Hera gasped. "Do you think..."

Kanan nodded. "Most likely, yes." He carefully slid Ezra over his shoulder, careful not to upset his ribs and muttered an unheard apology as Ezra hissed in pain. He ran towards the ship silently, leaving Maul behind.

The ship remained silent once the Phantom 2.0 took off. For good measure, Hera turned Maul's ship into scrap with a few shots from the cannons. Once they were in hyperspace, Hera immediately started tending to Ezra's wounds.

As Kanan sat next to Ezra's bed, he took note of the uneasy silence between them. Ever since Kanan had been blinded, long periods of silence like this outside of meditation was uncomfortable. Even though Ezra had woken up hours before after spending a few hours in a bacta tank to fix his wounds. His injuries were pretty much healed (except for his broken foot, which would take time, as well as his burned hands, which Kanan assumed was from the fact that he summoned lightning and was unable to control it properly) and the padawan had been just discharged. Ezra was sentenced to bedrest for the time being and Kanan saw the perfect opportunity to speak to Ezra. After a while, Ezra, much to Kanan's relief, broke the silence. However, his words were not what Kanan expected.

"I know what you're thinking." Ezra sounded drained, which was perhaps the most worrying of all. "I used the dark side again didn't I?"

Kanan sighed. "I don't know."

"What do you mean? Kanan, I shot lightning at Maul! Does that mean I really am going to fall? Is there no saving me?" Ezra screamed

Leia wanted so bad to tell Ezra that you have to calm down 

"Ezra," Kanan said gently.

"But what if-"

"Ezra." Ezra stopped talking and looked up at his master. "Ezra, you need to calm down."

"Calm down? How can you tell me to calm down? Lightning's a dark side thing, right? How can you be so calm about this?"

"Ezra," Kanan replied more firmly. "Calm down."

Ezra stopped talking and took a deep breath. Once Ezra had calmed down, Kanan spoke. "The lightning. Did the Sith Holocron teach that?"

"No," Ezra replied. "I still don't know why it happened. Isn't lightning a dark side power?"

"Not necessarily," Kanan replied. "There's this thing called Electric Judgement. However, the Jedi Order wasn't too keen on it because of how similar it is to Force Lightning. I honestly can't tell which one it was but the fact that you have the ability to even create lightning is pretty rare. You just need to learn to control it. If it was Force Lightning, we'll need to keep it from haplening again, but learning Electric Judgement shouldn't be that hard for you."

"Kanan..." Ezra breathed. "Maul may not have known the difference. He saw what happened. He knows I can do it. You saw what happened when he wanted the holocrons. What if he comes after you again? What are we going to do?"

For once, Kanan had no idea. He sighed and pulled Ezra into a hug. "I don't know what we're going to do, but everything is going to be okay. I promise."

Ezra closed his eyes, for once finding Kanan's words hard to believe.

Maul groaned as consciousness slowly returned to him. He felt like every cell in his body burned. As he eyed the Lichtenberg figures on his arm, he sighed internally. Being half droid had resulted in really bad memories associated with electricity...

Maul's eyes widened as the memories came rushing back to him. His apprentice could summon lightning. He had blacked out before he could determine what kind of lightning it was, whether it was Force Lightning or the cheap knockoff the Jedi Order used once in a blue moon, but either way, it was a rare ability, one Maul could harness.

Maul stood up with a renewed determination. As he painfully leapt out of the cave, he growled upon seeing the smoldering remains of his ship. That was okay though. He could always obtain another ship here. He would track down the apprentice and take him if it was the last thing he did.

Ezra Bridger's powers were too great to be censored by the Jedi teachings.

Leia woke up screaming really loud that it scared Ashley

" MOMMY WHAT WRONG." Ashley screamed in fear

" N-N-Nothing Dear It alright I am fine just A nightmare related to your father getting hurt." Leia said panting

After that Mara ran in Igniting her saber

" WHERE IS THE INTRUDER LEIA." Mara asked 

" Mara it was two nightmares." Leia said

" D-D-Did you say two." Mara asked knowing it might be A sith doing this

" Yes." Leia

" I will send Ezra here." Mara said

15 Minutes passed by and Ezra came

" DADDY." Ashley exclaimed happy hugging him as Ezra lifted her up and went to Leia

" Leia I heard it was another Nightmare." Ezra asked

" Yes It may be a sith doing this." Leia informed

" I will check it out now get some sleep." Ezra said

" Ezra please stay." Leia begged

" I need to find the sith WHOEVER DOING THIS IS NOT AFTER you it after Ashley or Me." Ezra said kissing her

" Be careful." Leia looked him

" I will." Ezra said smiling as he left to find the wanna sith