Standing Alone

Chapter 18

Ahsoka's POV:

I walked over to Sato and saw that Rex, Hera and Kanan were awake too. Some other rebels came out of there cabins as well and I noticed that the Base was waking up slowly.

"Good morning, Ahsoka." The 4 said when I walked towards them.

"Good morning to you too. Where's the rest?"

"Chopper is over there, Sabine and Zeb are painting each other and Ezra is still sleeping." Hera said.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'll go wake him up." I walked to the Ghost.

When I entered the ship I felt the force calling to me... and it leaded me to Zeb's cabin, where Ezra was sleeping. I rushed over to the room and opened the door without knocking. Ezra was laying on the bed, but not in a sleeping position. His hands were holding his head and his knees were up to his chest. He was shivering and kept repeating some words I could barely hear.

"Rat... ant... worthless... end ..."

"Ezra. Ezra! It's me, Ahsoka. Wake up!"

I pulled down his knees so he could sit up, but he didn't want to cooperate. I grabbed his shoulders and hugged him tight. Maybe it works?

"Ezra it's a dream. It's not real!"

"B... B... a...... rriss... stop.....p...please...."

"Barriss isn't here Ezra. Only you and me."

I looked at him and he squeezed his eyes, fighting to open them. His heartbeat became faster and he began to hyperventilate.

"HERA!!!!!!! COME HERE!!!! NOW!!!"

I layed him back down, but didn't let go of his hand. Hera entered, pressed some buttons and gave him an oxygen mask and put on the heart monitor.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked her.

"I don't know? I was going to ask you!?" She answered a little mad but scared at the same time.

I didn't know what to do, till I had an idea. The force. I focused on the force and placed my hand not far above Ezra's eyes.

"Maybe I'll be able to see what he sees." I explained to Hera, knowing that she was going to ask me what I was doing.

After I guess 5 minutes I finally managed to hear what he heard. But I was shocked about who's voice it was. Barriss.

"A child. An orphan. A rat, Curious and predictable like a cat. He thought big but couldn't see, What the force brought to me! Nobody cares for worthless ants. And that my young boy. Is how the story ends."

"What?" I said, forgetting that Hera wasn't force sensitive.

We both got out of our confused states when we heard a tone... a tone nobody ever wants to hear... the tone that matches the long green line...

The line of dead...