A Sith or a Jedi? - a STAR WARS fanfic

Don't ask for help

"Again." my master says.

"Again?!" I whine. We've been at this for hours and I'm starting to get really annoyed.

"Yes, again. If you want to win in fights, perfecting the basics is the key, and yours aren't perfect." he said. 

"Yeah, well I'm perfectly sick of this, and sick of you and this stupid place!" I lose it, throw my lightsabers on the ground and storm out of the training hall to my bedroom. It's been well over two years since I've met Darth Sidious for the first time, since then he's been here twice again and nothing really changed, every time I got brutally beated. 

Lately, my dad's been going too hard on me, and I mean I did ask for it, but he's taking it too far. He would make me train for eight hours every day without pause and it's exhausting me. I know he does it for me, and I appreciate that, but I just can't take it. 

He also became so... so annoying. I can't even get away from him, because he's the only person I have and I still can't go out, not even with his presence, not even before the house. I hate that, and I'm starting to hate this place and he just doesn't seem to understand that. He can't keep me here forever.

Ever since Sidious found out about me, he just takes everything so seriously. Before, everything was just... simpler, I guess. Now, everything is about winning and balance and being perfect. Force, he almost sounds like a Jedi now. Ew.

I just need to tune everything out and calm down. Focus on my breathing, in and out.

--

I don't know for how long I meditated, but I got interrupted by a subtle knock on my door. I sigh and call out: "Yes?" and slide open the door with the Force.

"I made some dinner if you want to eat and brought you these." he says and holds out my lightsabers. I nod, take my sabers and attach them to my belt and pass him quietly into the common room.

When I enter the room, I see two bowls on the table with my favorite meal. I smile and get right to eating. My master also sits down, but he doesn't eat, he just looks at me with a slightly pained expression. Oh...

I finish eating and stare at him back, waiting for him to start talking. Before I start to apologize or yell, I wait for what he has to say.

"I was thinking that if you hate it here so much, maybe we could train outside. Just behind the house, but still, that's something, right?" he suggested. 

"Okay... just please not today, I really can't do anymore today." I said. I don't really know where is he going with this, but if I get to go outside without a punishment, I won't decline.

"Of course, go rest, I expect you in front of the door at dawn." with this he left before I could protest, which I would, and I was left alone in the common room alone. 

I sat there in silence for a little bit longer, turning what he just said in my head, then I got up, cleaned my plate and went to my room for the day.

--

In the morning, I got up fifteen minutes before dawn, went to the refresher, then threw some robes on and headed to the front door, where my dad said he'd wait for me. On my way there I grabbed a ration bar for breakfast. 

I didn't even finish my ration bar when my dad appeared, all ready and smiley.

"Ready?" he asked as he started putting on his boots.

"Yep." I answered, hoping he wouldn't notice my bare feet, and wouldn't make me wear boots too. But of course, I didn't hope for long as he immediately added: "Come on Ezra, boots."