It was disturbingly quiet even though there were still noises of honking cars and frantic people. The thing about the quietness was the inquisitors haven't showed or done anything in quite awhile. This made me alert, checking alleyways, glancing over my shoulder, and scanning tops of buildings.

   Still, nothing.

   "Are we getting close?" I asked. Kanan heaved from running and giving me a ride the whole time. I felt bad that I wasn't able to even run, let alone walk!

   "Two more blocks...hopefully...we don't see our friends, again," he told me between breathes.

   A beam of white shot out of an alley. Kanan immediately came to a halt and we both peered down the alley to see the ice woman. Spoke to soon.

   "My, my, what do we have here?" The woman inquisitor purred, sending chills down my spine. Her voice was like her powers, cold and icy. She begins to walk towards us as Kanan slowly backs away.

   I looked over my shoulder to see another inquisitor that is taller and muscular.

   I nudged Kanan in the leg and he looked behind us. He immediately stopped when seeing the inquisitor.

   "There is no where to run," the male inquisitor spoke. The citizens around us scrambled away not wanting to get involved because they were scared. I was like them, scared and would be in a lot of trouble getting involved. So like them, I would also avoid the situation but seeing how that isn't possible, it isn't going to happen.

   Of course, it would also mean leaving Kanan behind was different and I've grown to see him more than an acquaintance. I see him as a friend. My friend and the others, well maybe not Sabine or Chopper or Zeb. Yet, they have done more for me in a week than anyone else has in years.

   "Kanan, put me down," I whispered into his ear, demandingly. He looked over his shoulder and gave me a look of uncertainty.

   "Trust me," I added. He nodded and I carefully slid down his back to the ground. I winced when the ice on my leg stabbed like a knife. I walked in front of Kanan so he wouldn't be caught in what I'm about to do. "What are you doing?" Kanan asked in a quiet tone in disbelief.

   "Monster lies beneath the mask."

I ignored the two voices and focused my anger on the two inquisitors in front of me.

"The pretty little boy decides to be the hero. How revolting," the woman inquisitor spat. Dark energy swirled through my veins to the point that it was out of my control.

"You can not save him. You are weak and afraid," the male inquisitor spoke. I heard a gun click behind me. Then felt something cold under my chin raise my head to look into the visor of the woman inquisitor. Her visor split into two to reveal a pale face with yellow eyes and a smirk.

"You will make a fine trophy for my master," she purred. My teeth clenched together. I closed my eyes for a moment to open them again. The female's facial expression quickly changed to surprised.

"I'm not a prize you can win," I said, calmly before releasing a beam of dark energy. It sent the two inquisitors across the road and collided into the seventh floor of a building. The cold brushed my skin and I began to shake before falling back. I don't remember hitting the ground when blacking out.

"Monster lies beneath the mask.
For only those who succeeded in the task.
To drink an oath of blood.
And sewing a mouth tightly shut.
To silence a whisper of the past
Of bringing forth the balance of both life and death.
Lighting up a new spark
Will surely fade away into the dark..."

Everything was pitch black and I laid on something cold, almost freezing. My arms and legs were strapped down tightly. For some reason, my mouth was closed shut and I wasn't able to move it. My lips had a liquidity cold and metallic taste to them.

A light flickered on above, blinding me for a moment. A shadowy form stood over me but I couldn't make out anything of who it could be. All I knew was that I had to get out of here. I pulled hard to try and loosen the restraints to slip out but with no such luck.

"Hold still, child. This will only hurt a lot," the voice said calmly, raising their arm to reveal a needle with string tied at the end. I struggled more after realizing what they were going to do.

"Calm dear, child. Now is time to seal your fate," they said. Fingers slid over my throat then grasped my jaw tightly, claw like nails digging into my skin.

The hand  with the needle slowly lowered to my mouth as I struggled to get free. I needed help. I need someone to save me. I remember yelling one thing, one single name.

"KANAN!"

I shot up with a start and gasped for air. Where am I? That's when realizing that I was back on the Ghost in the cockpit, reclining in the chair. I sighed, knowing that I was safe.

The door slammed open. Kanan, Hera, Zeb, and surprisingly Sabine, piled into the room alert. "Ezra, are you okay?" The man asked, walking over and laying a hand on my shoulder.

   "Yeah, just...dreams," I told them.

   "Must of been some dream if it gets ya yelling and heart stoppen in ya sleep," Zeb said. Hera nudged him hard in the side but it didn't go unnoticed by me on what he said.

   "My heart stopped!" I shouted in disbelief, hands clutching the chair's arm rest. The crew gave me a depressed and guilty looks. Except for Sabine, who leaned against the doorway yawning and Chopper wasn't in here.

"Just for a couple seconds," Kanan told me, "and we don't need you doing it again, so calm down." I heeded his words by breathing in through my nose and letting out through my mouth.

"Did I save us?" I asked the man next to me.

He nodded and confirmed, "Yes, you did..."

"...but that was some serious dark energy you displayed there, kid," he added, "That was very dangerous."

"I know, it was the only thing that I could think of to help us escape," I replied, bowing my head.

"Just don't use it again. We don't need you hurting others and yourself," Hera spoke up.

"But, what if-"

"No," Kanan said, strictly. My eyebrows knitted together as I looked up and glared at him.

"The only reason I did it was to protect your sorry hind. The only thing you can do is shoot with a gun!" I retorted, "You won't even use your own powers to protect yourself so why can't I?"

I wasn't sure what I was even saying. There were rules I made when my dark power first showed through negative emotions. Stay calm and never use it to hurt anyone. Now I'm going against my very own rule to protect someone I thought of as a friend.

The cockpit went quiet after my small outburst. Kanan's blank look did not change under my glare.

"Ezra, can we talk?" Hera asked. I shifted my gaze to her then softened when seeing worry in her eyes.

"Sure," I replied and walked over then sat in the passenger's seat. Everyone else left the room except for Hera, who sat in her seat. I stared out the window to see that we weren't in the city anymore. Instead, we were on an old highway. Cars littered the streets, some parked and others crashed. The road lining was filled with unfamiliar trees and vegetation.

Hera started the Ghost and began to drive down the road.

"Kanan is a very...secretive guy," she began and I listened interested.

"We all have our secrets and the reason we hide them are because most we aren't proud of," she sighed, "Kanan's power isn't what you think. It took him a couple of years just to tell me."

I was confused. What was this power that lays beneath Kanan that he has to hide it? What was so horrible that it has to stay in the Ghost? I thought only my powers caused devastation but didn't think that others might have it worse.

Now I understand. I know what it is like to want to hide something you aren't proud of. I've done it ever since my own powers were discovered. Not even the crew still knows my true and good powers. They only knew the dark ones, the ones that need to stay locked away.

"I understand," I confessed.

"Good," she replied, "maybe you should go and apologize."

"Yeah," I got up out of the chair, scratching the back of my head. I made my way to the door until realizing that my leg didn't hurt anymore. I paused and looked down. I knelt down and rolled up my pant's leg to reveal a bandage.

'It must of healed,' I thought but didn't make a move to unravel the bandage. I was to busy trying to figure out how they got the ice off. It was like the ice was a bear trap, it just clung to my leg and digging through my skin.

"Hey Hera. How did you guys get the ice off of my leg?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder. Hera paused her hand of moving any further to a button. I raised an eyebrow and wondered what made her hesitate.

"Um...It was melted off," she said. I stood up and scrunched my nose replying, "With a blowtorch?"

The woman shook her head 'no.'

"It was Sabine."

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