Chest Of Clues And Memories

The Wren Clan Part 2

A/N To be fair, I have no idea if I was writing the previous chapter correctly (As in, directly from Season 3: Legacy Of Mandalore), but I hope it made sense enough (or at least, it was obvious). Most of the scenes I placed are off-script, though. XP Anyway, enjoy!

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It was a LONG recovery time for Ezra as he was strapped to a dextrose in the med-bay of Clan Wren Residence. The shot had gotten into his body, and he had lost plenty of blood, but thankfully, he was going to live.

Zeb never left his side during his recovery time. He wouldn't even leave the med-bay to eat or drink or do anything.

Kanan would have to give his friend some food and water in order to get him to eat and drink. The Jedi couldn't blame him for sticking so close to the kid, though. The Lasat loved Ezra to bits, even if it meant starving himself.

Hera herself didn't take the news well. In fact, she scolded Kanan for not being alert or not feeling Ezra's pain through their bond. She wanted to be there to take care of the boy, but she knew she couldn't because of an upcoming mission from Commander Sato.

Soon, days turned into weeks. Ezra was feeling a little better and could now leave the med-bay. Unfortunately, Chopper was still in the middle of fixing the wrecked shuttle, prompting the group to stay in Krownest for a few more days. Rau had begun helping the droid, despite the fact that he and Sabine would be staying with Clan Wren in Krownest to plan out a way to liberate Mandalore from the Empire, while Kanan and Ursa helped Sabine with perfecting her training with the Darksaber.

Ezra was currently in one of the guest rooms holding the dolls to his chest as he had his eyes closed. He had been practicing meditation for the past few days and could practically feel the presence of his real parents somewhere in space. His male mother's presence felt too far for him to accurately reach while his father's presence was still far, but it was nearer in a way where he could get another shuttle and fly it to where he could be.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a familiar presence came into the room. Ezra didn't have to open his eyes to know who it was.

"Hey, Zeb,"

"Hey," the Lasat smiled and sat beside the boy, holding the ice blue helmet to give. "I believe this was dropped?"

Ezra fluttered his eyes open and returned the smile, gently taking the helmet into his hands. "Thanks, Zeb. This helmet's kinda special to me,"

"How come?" Zeb raised an eyebrow.

"It was one of the first helmets I had in my collection," Ezra glanced down at the helmet with a sigh. "I found it stashed back in my old house when I was 8,"

"Did it belong to your... adoptive parents?"

"No, it didn't. There was a note beside it that said that it was sent to the house from the Lothal Post Office,"

"So it belonged to your real parents then..." Zeb nodded in understanding.

"They sent it to me as a present, but you know my adoptive parents well," Ezra snarled as he set the helmet down beside him on the bed.

"Well," Zeb wrapped an arm around the blunette with a grin. "since we're done helping Sabine with her mission, we can finally do yours before we leave, don't you think?"

"I think that's a good idea," Ezra huddled closer to his lover with a smile. "Where do you think they are, though?"

"Let's try the throne room," Zeb suggested with a shrug. "Kanan, Sabine and Countess Ursa usually head there after Sabine's Darksaber Training. Tristan heads there to rest too,"