Darth Minar

Chapter 1

"Ezra.  Ezra!  Snap out of it, kid!"  Zeb shook his roommate who slept in the bunk on top of himself. The kid, Ezra Bridger, had been moaning and shaking, had rolled over and fell onto the floor, shaking the whole cabin.
"No.  No!  NO!"  Ezra was calling, moaning in between each word.  Zeb continued to shake the kid, but he wouldn't wake.  Shaking his head in defeat, Zeb ran out of the room to find Kanan.

Zeb ran into the cockpit, where Hera was in deep conversation with a transmission of senator Bail Organa of the rebel fleet.
"Hera, I-."  Zeb said, stopping himself when he saw the conversation. Hera looked up at her companion, glaring slightly. Zeb cleared his throat, receiving the message and muttering 'sorry' before exiting.
"I'm sorry about that, but I must be going senator."  Hera excused herself. Bail nodded.
"I completely understand."  Bail said, ending the transmission. Hera got to her feet and exited the cockpit.

Outside the cockpit, Zeb was standing impatiently leaning against the wall. Hera shook her head, glaring slightly at the Lasat before her.
"Garazeb Orrelios!"  Hera raised her voice slightly. "That was a very important call!" 
"Sorry, Hera,"  Zeb said awkwardly. "Have you seen Kanan?"  He asked.
"You interrupted me just to ask where Kanan is?"  Hera asked, her voice full of angry disbelief.
"Yeah, it's important."  Zeb said quickly.
"He got an early start.  Why?"  Hera asked, crossing her arms. 
"It's Ezra."  Zeb said seriously. Hera's eyes widened with confusion. She nodded, signaling Zeb to lead the way. He took Hera to his room.

Inside, Ezra was moaning and rolling on the floor.  He kept calling out 'No!' and gasping for air.
"Ezra!"  Hera calling, kneeling by his side. She touched his skin, then suddenly let go.
"He's cold as ice...". She whispered, taking his hand.
"Kanan....". Ezra moaned. "Kanan, No!" 
"We gotta wake him up, Hera."  Zeb muttered. Hera nodded in agreement.
"Go find Kanan!"  She ordered, trying her best to wake Ezra up on her own. Zeb nodded, running out of The Ghost and to where Kanan usually spent his days.

Kanan was on the edge of the camp, meditating.  Since he had been blinded by the notorious Darth Maul, he'd been distant and collected. But, suddenly, he felt a cold presence.  A really cold presence.  The last time he'd felt the exact presence was the first Inquisitor. But, the Inquisitor had died a long time ago.
"Kanan!  No!"  He heard Ezra's voice. Then, an image flashed in front of him. It was phenomenal, he hadn't seen anything for months. But, the image was a memory...a memory from when both him and Ezra had faced the Inquisitor. The Inquisitor had found a way to anger Ezra, forcing him to tap into the dark side and summon a large creature.
"Kanan!"  He heard Ezra moaning in his head. "No!"
"Ezra, snap out of it!"  Kanan thought, trying to communicate with Ezra.
"Kanan!"  Kanan heard Zeb approaching. He got to his feet and turned around, meeting his friend.
"Zeb, what is it?"  Kanan asked, able to sense his friends distress.
"It's the kid, there's something wrong with him."  Zeb explained. Kanan reached through the force for Ezra, but found himself unable to find it.
"What is it?"  Kanan asked.
"I'm not sure, he's moaning and rolling on the floor. The air around him is really cold, Kanan."  Zeb said nervously. Kanan nodded, recognizing why he couldn't reach Ezra.
"Is he awake?"  Kanan asked, trying to figure out what was wrong with his Padawan.
"No, he just keeps moaning and shouting 'No!'  I think he's in some sort of trance."  Zeb answered.
"Maul."  Kanan whispered. Both he and Zeb ran full speed back to The Ghost.

All Ezra could see around him was darkness. Fear coursed through his veins as he attempted to find the end to the abyss. Suddenly, a blinding red light filled the darkness and Ezra found himself on an abandoned planet he hadn't seen for years. He was young again; his scar missing, his hair long, and he had lost a few inches of height. He looked around, confused, and saw Kanan laying unconscious.  But, Kanan looked younger. His beard was smaller and more collected and his eyes were unscarred. The Inquisitor stood opposite him, closing in.
"The darkness is too strong for you, orphan. It is swallowing you up, even now."  The Inquisitor taunted.
"No!"  Ezra shouted, anger flaring inside of him. The Inquisitor smiled, his yellow teeth bared.
"Your master will die."  He taunted.
"No!"  Ezra shouted again.
"Your friends will die. And everything you've hoped for will be lost. This is the way the story ends."  The Inquisitor continued to taunt. Ezra shook his head.
"No!"  He shouted, now completely filled with rage. While Ezra was preoccupied with the Inquisitor, Kanan began to stir, hearing their conversation.
"Ezra, no!"  Kanan muttered, his voice weakened. He tried his best to reach his Padawan, but found him consumed by rage and tapping into the dark side of the Force. Seeing red, Ezra used all the power he could muster and summoned anything. A large creature came from the depths of the cave and all the other creatures fled. The power of the force consuming him, Ezra forced the creature on the Inquisitor. The Inquisitor, shocked tried his best to stand his ground, but the creature was too large. Suddenly, Ezra fell to the floor, completely passed out. Kanan picked up his lightsaber and went over to Ezra.
"Ezra?"  Kanan asked, watching his apprentice shake.
"Kanan?  What happened?  I feel so cold."  Ezra said.
"I know, it's okay, we're leaving."  Kanan said, picking up his apprentice. Suddenly, his apprentice started shaking violently.
"Kanan?  What's happening?"  Ezra asked, confused. Kanan carefully set Ezra down. Ezra's head was pounding violently against the floor. The Inquisitor smiled viciously.
"Something doesn't feel right."  Kanan said, kneeling next to his apprentice, who started rolling around and moaning.
"Ezra?"  Kanan asked, nervous. Ezra's eyes had rolled back into his head as he continued to shake. The Inquisitor laughed maniacally.
"What's so funny?"  Kanan asked, enraged. He ignited his lightsaber to match the Inquisitor.
"It's just, watching your Padawan die is so humorous."  The Inquisitor smiled. Kanan lowered his saber, redirecting his attention to his Padawan.

On the outside of Ezra's dream, Kanan kneeled next to him. Hera looked over to Kanan, fear in her eyes.
"Ezra, can you hear me?"  Kanan asked.
"Kanan?  What happened?  I feel so cold."  Ezra moaned. Kanan raised his head to meet Hera's. 
"He's dreaming. Do you remember when we were harboring Tseebo?"  Kanan asked. Hera nodded.
"When Ezra and I went to the abandoned base, and we faced the Inquisitor, afterwards he said those exact words to me."  Kanan explained. Hera nodded.
"How do we wake him?"  Hera asked. 
"I'll try to reach him through the force and wake him."  Kanan said, placing his hands on Ezra's temple.
"Ezra, can you hear me?"  Kanan thought.
"Kanan?  Help me, please."  Ezra said, reaching out for his master. After minutes of trying, Kanan finally woke Ezra. Ezra shot upright, panting.  He looked over to Kanan.
"Kanan, what happened?"  Ezra asked, the atmosphere of the room suddenly warming up. Kanan sighed in relief, able to reach his apprentice again.
"You were shaking and moaning. What was going on in your head."  Kanan asked, helping his apprentice up.
"I was walking in darkness. Complete darkness. Then, a red light flashed and I was younger.  And you weren't blind!  And the Inquisitor was there. We were in the abandoned base, with those creatures. It was just like I remembered. But, when I felt you I saw-."  Ezra paused. "And I saw Maul."  Ezra finished. Kanan frowned.
"I knew it.  I must meditate on this."  Kanan said, storming out of the room.
"Wait!  Kanan, I-". Ezra started. He frowned, slumping into Zeb's bed.
"Well, good to see your okay, kid."  Zeb said, nodding and leaving. Hera walked towards Ezra, patting him on the back and sitting down next to him.
"I don't need the force to feel you had something to do with this charade."  Hera said, raising her eyebrows.
"I just wanted Kanan's help. He's been distant ever since he was blinded him. If I-."  Ezra started.
"No."  Hera interrupted. "This is not your fault."
"Yes it is."  Ezra said, getting to his feet.  He slammed his fist into the wall, radiating cold. "Will you please leave."
"Sure."  Hera said, disappointed.  Ezra waited until she was gone, then pulled the sith holocron out of his drawer. He locked the door and summoned it's power.

Hey readers!

Just warning you now, this story will not stick completely to the tv show, this is a 'What if' story with a little bit of jazz.

If you are uncomfortable reading, it just gets more bizarre and uses more of the dark side from here on.