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

Part 12

Kanan sat alone in the abyss. The words of his padawan still ringing in his ears. Somehow his padawan was still alive, somewhere at least. Tucked away from any beheading inquisitor s.

Kanan sighed. It was his fault he was here, and the crew, if they were alive, might not know or remember him.

The Abyss is a dark place, a prison, and Kanan had a life sentence. Once put in there, those who knew you closest, often forgot.

But somehow Ezra managed to remember. But then, how could he if he was dead? Kanan looked back on the vision of ezra's death.

----Flashback----

With a flash of crimson, two headless bodies fell to the floor. The inquisitor smiled as if completed a life long dream. The inquisitor shrugged and walked out. But there was something wrong with the picture. Kanan actually focused. He wanted to see the vision clearly, for his emotions might have just caused him to see things differently.

Indeed two headless body's fell to the floor. But it was those of Sabine and the inquisitor. Ezra killed him, as well as the artist of the crew.

----End of flashback----

Kanan stared in shock at the black around him. So Ezra did live, but then, who reached out to Kanan?

Kanan tried to reach out through the force. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

"Someone is here." A voice replyed. It sounded like Ezra, just not.

"Can you help me get out of here?"

"You and I both know there is only one way out of the Abyss."

"Who are you?"

"I am...."

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I am soooo mean!!!

I am sorry! But its just too much fun to not!!!

Love XOXOXO