A Blessing and a Curse

Chapter 8

I stepped out of the RV to see a blue force field, sparking with electricity, a couple of feet away. A voice and beeping came from the front of the vehicle. My body turned in the other direction and walked to find a quiet place to think. I stopped and sat down, laying up against one of the wheels of the RV.

Pulling my legs up to my chest, I stared out at the tall, dried grass. It swayed and danced as the wind blew calmly through the air. I remember my mother telling me her poems before going to bed. Her favorite was the one she told me almost every night before saying other poems. It was her first poem she ever wrote.

'The wind of tomorrow blows away...'

I never knew what she meant by that, still don't today. That's when spotting the sun setting in the distance.

'As the setting sun goes from night to day...'

It falls and rises, ends and starts a whole new day and night. What more to it than that. Right?

'Can't stop thinking how it all works...'

It's been bothering me every time I remember or been told again. My father always says there is a story in every word and movement being made. Every emotion and memory scratched down in the brain. Things to remember and things you truly just want to forget or let go. Yet, it stays with all the pain and suffering along with it.

No matter how much you want to forget, it never leaves and your stuck with it. How to get rid of it was always the question that had never been answered, for me at least.

'From cloud nine, down where shadows lurk...'

What did that mean? I never knew. Maybe, it has to do with...watching your back? No.

'To the clear blue skies...down deep inside...it's calling me...'

   "Saying that I am free."

   I jumped at the sudden voice of the woman. Yet, now it sounds so familiar for some reason.

   "Mom?" I whispered, looking around for something but nothing was there. I looked down disappointed and curl up more.

   "Ezra? Who are you talking to?" My head jerks up to see Hera and the little robot near her.

   "Nothing," I say with some annoyance, standing, "Is it time to go?" She nodded her head with worry and turned walking to the now fixed door. I was about to follow when something zapped me on the shin. The little robot zoomed around me quickly and ran into the RV.

   "Hey, get back here you bucket of bolts!" I ran after the devious little machine into the Ghost. The little robot chirped with laugher as it returned into its little place in the driving area. The small door shut which cut off me from the robot.

"I'll get you next time," I muttered, walking away. I could tell that it was celebrating its victory but let it slide...for now.

"So, what are we going to do now?" Kanan asked Hera. I sat at on the couch, away from their meeting and quietly listened.

"I'll talk with Fulcrum to see if there are any other clues to find the cure," she said.

"What do we do with the kid?" Zeb asked, pointing his thumb over his shoulder at me. Kanan and Hera glanced at me then talked to each other. Feeling self conscious, I folded my arms around myself. This wasn't fair. Why do they get to decide what to do with me? I can make my own decisions.

"Ezra, what do you want to do?" My gaze turned to the others but didn't show that I was confused.

Instead, I thought about it for a moment before sighing. "I want to help if you really are trying to find a cure," I said, standing and walking over to the table.