Erstwhile

Slave

"Get up, Snips," my Master's voice growled, awakening me from my sleep. All throughout the night, I'd run through the forest of mushrooms, my Master by my side, searching for Ezra.
Having never found him, I'd collapsed into a heap and had stayed there unto my Master had awakened me, just now.

"We have to move," he explained, "They'll be coming for you."

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself to my feet, my wrist aching as it did. How had I hurt it again? In my mind, I saw a star as it fell from the heavens.

That's right, I realized. Ezra and I had crash landed, and in the process, my wrist had been injured.

Ezra...

Silencing my thoughts, my Master's voice interrupted.

"Too late," he whispered, "They're here."

Gasping, I whipped my head up and gazed around me. Surrounding me on all sides were legions upon legions of battle droid's, their guns trained on me. How had they sneaked up on me without my hearing them?

"Fight them, Ashoka."

"But this doesn't make sense," I murmured, "I didn't hear them approach."

"That doesn't matter--"

"Ashoka!" A voice screamed, and my eyes quickly swept the landscape looking for the scream's source. Amidst the legions of droids, a shock of blue hair caught my eye. Ezra.

"Ashoka, help me!" He cried.

My hands were immediately on my light sabers, and without hesitation, I began to mow the enemy down. Metal crunched and burned underneath my blades, and the Force was ever present on my fingertips. Nothing could stand against me; I was determined to reach Ezra's side.

But then I saw him. A mask of darkness hid his face, and his light saber was stained red, the color of the slain. His breathing was slow, like an experienced killer, and, behind him, a cloak of shadow drifted in the faint breeze.

He'd found me.

All at once, my body froze, terrified, but it was not me the Sith Lord was heading for. It was Ezra. His light saber in hand, Ezra blocked the Sith's blow, but his body buckled beneath him, and soon, he was on the ground.

Every fiber in my being told me to run to him and defend him until my final breath, but I was afraid. This feeling was unlike any other in that it paralyzed me and shallowed my breath. I was cold as I imagined the sickening smell that would rise from my charred flesh as the Sith killed me, and all at once I realized what I was going to do. I was going to leave Ezra.

Shame filling me, I turned my back on Ezra and all that he'd done for me and began to run away. Glancing over my shoulder, I was just able to see Ezra's fear-stricken face before the Sith Lord let his weapon fall.

"You failed him," the Sith Lord sneered in my mind. "You do not deserve to live." I wanted to argue with him, but he was right. I was a coward, a slave unto my own fear. I had run when Ezra had most needed me, and now... He was dead, and I was alone.

"I'm sorry, Ezra," I whispered, "I'm so sorry."

Sorry I haven't updated for forever. Hope you enjoyed it!!
Julie :D