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

Part 17

Kanan looked at the person who stood over the dead body. He walked closer to see himself, but older. The man sat down on the ground. "What have I done?" He said.

The Kanan from this world sat next to himself. "Hopefully something I won't do."

"I just killed my...son" he ended with the last word, almost trying to convince himself.

"Yes. We were always closest to Ezra. But he said that you killed the others too."

The man looked at his younger self. "Yes. Please Caleb, don't make the mistakes I have made." The younger of the two grabbed the saber. He ignited it to see a green blade .

"A master." The older one looked at himself in disbelief. He was once a master truely.

He closed the saber and tossed it to the other one. "Try again."

And he did. Kanan's saber ignited a new color. One he did not know what to think. The blade spun through the air with persision.

"Thank you," he said to his younger self, and then disentigrated with the wind.

The younger one looked forward to the future. He sighed and picked up his padawan's saber. The blue beem came out with that satisfying sound.

He sat and metitated. His future self would go home to nothing. Yet he went anyway, because that's what Jedi's do.

The dark shadow came from above. "Ezra stay safe!" He yelled! This is it. He had waited for it. He knew what was coming. The Abyss welcomed him. When he got out he knew he would kill those who loved him, and he would watch those who loved him die over and over again, even though it wasn't real. He screamed as the darkness took him over. He tried to remember the color of the saber he had helped himself see. The pain was too much. Then it stopped, and when he opened his eyes, he had entered the Abyss.

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