Reliving a nightmare

Sacrifice

An Imperial shuttle dropped from hyperspace and approached Lothal.
Izor was leaning against the wall of the entry ramp, eyes closed, deep in thought. 
"Sir. We're approaching Lothal" the pilot said.
"Good. Take us in" Izor told him, opening his eyes. 
"Yes sir."

The shuttle landed in Lothal's plains. The ramp lowered and Izor walked out. The Stormtroopers followed but Izor turned round to them.
"All of you stay here. I'll be back soon" he said.
Turning back round, he walked through the fields.

The Phantom door opened and Kanan stepped out into the open. Taking a quick glance around before walking forward into the plains.
After a few minutes, he saw a figure in the distance. Reconising the cloak and height immediately, Kanan quickened his pace. In a matter of seconds, the two Force wilders were standing a few feet away from one a another.
An unsettling silence fell over the fields of Lothal as the two stood defiantly in front of each other.

Izor glared at Kanan, cloak flowing in the breeze.
"Ezra..." Kanan began.
"Don't call me that! That's not my name!" Izor snarled.
"But you know that's not true. Ezra, you know who you are."
Izor sighed heavily before using the Force to grab his lightsaber.
"I've never known who I was. I still don't" he said quietly, gripping the weapon tightly.
"And I do. Let me show you who you are. Come home" Kanan said.  
Izor looked up, his expression was impossible to describe. He seemed confused and upset.
"I'm sorry" he said, activating the lightsaber.
Kanan felt his heart stop as Izor lunged at him. He quickly pulled out his lightsaber and blocked the attack.
The two battled in the fields of Lothal. Blades occasionally cutting the grass as they fought.
Izor swung his blade at Kanan who blocked it and Force pushed the Dark sider back. Looking up at Kanan, Izor's eyes narrowed.
The Jedi was a good fighter, time for the secret weapon.
Izor opened a hand, lightning shot out and struck Kanan. Electricity crackled over Kanan making him yell out in pain. He collapsed to his knees, his lightsaber fell from his grip and landed on the grass.
Izor raised his blade and brought it down. Kanan covered his eyes and waited for the searing pain to enter his chest.
"Kanan!"
The man looked up to see Zeb standing in front of him, lightsaber through his back.