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

Ezra, part three

The sound of his masters saber ignites. Both him and Sabine slowly turned to face the man.

"Okay, so I get something is wrong...." Sabine said trying to stall the inevitable.

"Silence!" The inquisitor yelled. And indeed, silence did fall.

Bothe of the teenagers looked at the floor. Their death was only in a matter of minutes.

In a flash of crimson red, two headless bodies fell to the ground. The inqusitor felt pleased, as if he had accomplished a long term goal of his. He shrugged and walked out of the room.

----on the ghost-----

It felt as if his soul was ripped out of him. Three of his family dead. And he never even met these strangers. The feeling was impossible to shake.

Zeb was dead, Sabine was dead, Ezra was dead. What was next? Hera?

----the other mysterious location to which I have not given a name to----

He looked up in exasperation. Caleb died in impossible circumstances. Sabine and Ezra died at the hand of their oldest enemy. Zeb died at the hand of one of their own.

Too many deaths. He knew that what was happening isn't right.

Everything was just plain wrong. And it had been, for a very, very long time.

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Not much to say except I hope you enjoyed. I bet most of you can predict the next chapter.

Well! Fun fun fun. Story time is fun!!

Love XOXOXO

P.s. this chapter was writing on my phone, so I am sorry if I didn't notice any auto-correct mistakes!!