Darth Minar

Chapter 2

After the strange happenings in the morning, Hera took the liberty of excusing Ezra for the day. He must have been at least slightly traumatized by the weird dreams. Unable to understand Kanan's situation, she couldn't excuse his distant behavior, especially for abandoning Ezra when he needed him the most. After her meeting for the day, she went searching for her lover, who may or may not be lost to the Force. After searching, she found him meditating in the corner of the base, farthest from any activity besides the spiders.
"Kanan, we need to talk."  She said crossly, slightly startling him from behind. He turned towards he voice.
"About what?"  He asked. Hera narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out if he was joking or not. She reaching out and took off his visor, caressing the scarred skin next to his eyes carefully.
"I know you went through a lot, Kanan, but Ezra really needs you."  Hera confided. Kanan took her hand and held in next to his cheek.
"Nobody needs me.  I'm useless.  From what I've heard, Ezra's become a fine Jedi."  Kanan said in self pity. Hera rolled her eyes.
"Of course we need you, especially Ezra."  She added with emphasis. "What happened this morning was just the first step, from what you told me about the dark side."  Hera said, worried. "Just come with me and see, please?"  Hera asked.  Sighing, Kanan nodded his agreement and the two made their way to The Ghost, where Ezra had been all day.

Once they'd boarded The Ghost, another crew member, Sabine, was exiting, flustered.  She was holding her helmet had a small scowl on her face. Her nostrils flared as she scoffed.
"What's wrong, Sabine?"  Hera asked. Sabine took a deep breath.
"It's Ezra. Recently, he's been like a ticking time-bomb.  That kid has anger issues."  Sabine said angrily, rolling her eyes slightly.
"Where is he?"  Kanan asked.
"Cooped up in his room. He won't talk to me or let Zeb in."  Sabine replied, stalking off the ship. Hera and Kanan made their way to his room and Hera knocked.
"Go away!"  Ezra shouted angrily from inside.
"I feel the conflict within him."  Kanan muttered to Hera under his breath.
"Ezra, let me in!  Please!"  Hera called.
"No!  Just go away!"  Ezra called.  Kanan sighed lightly.
"Ezra!"  Kanan called. There was no response except for the door clicking open and Ezra walking out. His expression was angry, yet distant. Ezra took a deep breath.
"Yes, Kanan?"  Ezra asked, as calm as he could be.
"Why are you alone brooding in there?"  Kanan asked, crossing his arms.  Ezra responded with crossing his arms, an action Kanan couldn't see, but could definitely sense. Kanan's mouth moved into a line, he could sense Ezra's rebellious actions. They were not uncommon.
"I wasn't. Either way, there's nothing better to do. I just want to be alone, please."  Ezra asked, humbled. Kanan nodded and sighed, walking away. Ezra stared after him in utter disbelief and sadness. Angered again, Hera put her hand on Ezra's shoulder.
"Don't worry about it Ezra." Hera smiled.  Ezra just shook his head.
"This is all my fault. If I wouldn't have been so gullible, Kanan wouldn't be blind. And he would be training me. With Ashoka. And everything would be normal. I just want his attention. I wish I never would have went to that stupid sith temple!"  Ezra said, enraged. He slammed his fist against the wall. Breathing deeply, he shook his head and entered into his room, locking the door again.

Hera left The Ghost completely worried and slightly annoyed. Kanan was siting at the base of the ship, waiting for her. When he heard her approach, he turned around and they walked outside.
"Kanan, what do you think?"  Hera asked when they'd reached outside of earshot of everyone else. Kanan scratched his beard thoughtfully.
"I think something is seriously wrong." Kanan said. "I must meditate."
"No!" Hera said crossly. Kanan raised his eyebrows, confused. "Kanan, were running out of time. I fear he's being opened up to dark forces. Kanan, the more you meditate, the more you ignore him. The more you ignore him, the darker he grows." Hera scolded. Kanan shook his head.
"Your mistaken, Hera. I would sense it." Kanan said. Hera shook her head in disbelief.
"Then what was that cold presence you felt this morning?" Hera asked.
"Maul." Kanan answered confidently. Hera sighed.
"It wasn't Maul, Kanan. It was Ezra." Hera answered.
"But Ezra-."
"Ezra lied." Hera answered. "It seems that day your vision wasn't the only thing weakened and lost." Hera said, walking away sadly.
"Hera." Kanan caught up with her.
"You know, Kanan, I finally figure it out." Hera said cooley. "I was talking with Ezra. He blames himself, for what happened to you and Ashoka."
"Well, I don't." Kanan answered.
"Then maybe you need to tell him that." Hera answered.
"I'll go talk to him." Kanan said, making his way back to The Ghost.

Locked inside his room, Ezra was staring at the two holocrons resting on his dresser. He reached for the Jedi holocron, grasping it and feeling nothing significant. He lowered his hand slowly, then reached and grabbed the Sith holocron. Power coursed through his veins and he smiled with content. He set the holocron in front of him and opened it with his powers, absorbing information.
"They don't understand me. They don't believe in me." Ezra complained to the holocron.
"Your anger gives you strength. Your anger gives you focus. You see things clearly your friends cannot." The holocron said flatly. "What else do you desire?"
"If they cannot see, I must show them. I must become stronger, more powerful. I can never let any of my friends get hurt again." Ezra pushed. Silence filled the room for a few minutes, then Kanan rounded the corner.
"Ezra?" Kanan asked, knocking on the door. Ezra's eyes shot open as he closed the hologram and stuffed it on his desk. Kanan opened the door using the force and Ezra smiled nervously.
"Hey, Kanan, what're you doing here?" Ezra asked casually. Kanan raised an eyebrow towards Ezra's suspicious behaviors.
"I think it's time for us to talk." Kanan said. Ezra eyed the holocron, sitting in the open and reached for it.
"Really? Now's not a good time. A week ago I completed a very important mission and I've just been promoted. I need rest." Ezra said, trying to get rid of Kanan.
"Yeah, I've heard." Kanan said, leaning against the desk. He felt around, picking up the sith holocron and examining it. Ezra's eyes widened with fear as Kanan raised the holocron to his face.
"The sith holocron?" Kanan asked, shocked and confused. "You opened it?!" He asked in disbelief as he felt the top.
"Yeah I opened it, so what?" Ezra challenged, angry at Kanan's questioning.
"Ezra, you know someone who only uses the dark side can open this thing!" Kanan continued. Ezra scowled.
"Well the things I learned from it have really helped me." Ezra argued.
"You're using it!" Kanan said angrily.
"Maybe you should too! You might actually learn something." Ezra answered Kanan's anger and disbelief with a cool tone.
"Ezra, do you have any idea how dangerous this path is?" Kanan asked, calming down a little.
"Everything I've learned has helped me win one battle after another. I'm using it for good." Ezra picked up Kanan's anger.
"Acting out of anger offers quick results, but it's a trap!" Kanan answered crossly.
"Not for me!" Ezra shouted. Kanan sighed, unable to compute his apprentices quick mood change.
"I can't let you keep this." Kanan decided, heading towards the exit.
"Fine, I don't need it. Just like I don't need you." Ezra narrowed his eyes angrily, giving up on trying to get his master's assistance. Kanan looked behind him momentarily, then left with his apprentice fuming. Angrily, Ezra yelled in exasperation and pushed the other holocron to the floor. He breathed heavily, holding his head in his hands.
"Maybe Kanan was right." Ezra whispered to himself calmly.
"No!" The voice of the holocron called in his head.
"Who was that?" Ezra hopped up, startled.
"What do you wish to learn?" The voice asked.
"Nothing, get out of my head." Ezra ordered.
"Your friend, he doesn't understand your potential. He's holding you back." The voice insisted. Ezra shook his head vigorously.
"No, Kanan is trying to protect me." Ezra answered.
"Then why did he leave?" The voice challenged.
"He-." Ezra attempted, but couldn't argue. He bowed his head in defeat and bought into the holocrons lies.
"How did you get inside of my head?" Ezra asked.
"When you opened yourself up, you gave up to the Dark side. I am the dark side."  The holocron chided. Ezra shook his head.
"No. I am a Jedi. I work with the light side."  Ezra said. The voice didn't return the rest of that day, but it left Ezra weakened.  It left Ezra vulnerable. It's like the light side of the Force was a small village on a large mountain.  Ezra had wandered too far and slipped, hanging onto the cliff between the village and the dark chasm below. The dark side. He had fallen, but caught a branch and climbed back up, unable to climb over the cliff without help. If a person of light came, they would help him back over the cliff and into the village. But, if a person of darkness came, they could easily push him over, and he wouldn't be able to find another footing.

Hello again!
First of all, thanks to everyone who is supporting my writing.
Second of all, I thought of a more accurate story description.
This is Star Wars Rebels the way I wish it would have gone. The way I imagined Ezra's turn to the dark side. Unless he doesn't.
CHAPTER 3 UP SOON!