What if...? [A Star Wars Rebels Fan Fiction]

Caleb, part two

He woke to his master telling him to get up. They both ran to a single person ship.

"Listen, I know you won't understand this, but I have seen this. I want you to go, see the farthest reaches of the galexy. The dark hand of the siths will come to rule, and you must stay hidden. Be true to yourself, and the force. I will die today, and so will other jedi's, but you, you clever young boy, see the world's I could never. Run, run far and wide."

Caleb stood in shock of what his master said. "No." The words slipped out.

"Yes, Caleb. Run. Okay?"

Caleb hugged his master. "You ready?" He asked her.

"To die? Yes, everything must end. The republic will end and eventually, so will the sith rule. But you Caleb, you are destined to do things I could never."

Caleb got in the jet. He waved at her. He knew he would never see her again.

"Run." She whispered to him. He took off. He turned around to see her being gunned down by the clones. Then something odd happened.

The fuel that was once full was now empty, like some how, someone emptied the canester in under a second, which is impossible. He and the ship went down, the water below greated him.

This wasn't right. He should have lived. This felt wrong even to him. What was happening to the universe? Caleb's life slowly ebbed away in the inky darkness, and Caleb welcomed death.

----Not telling where----

His eyes flew open. Why did he care? That's was almost 15 years ago. It should mean something...right? But he couldn't think what it could possibly mean. Caleb Dume never fulfilled his life. This just proves the point of why everything is just so wrong with the world.

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Nope, not giving anything away!!!!!!

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