Kanan pov

I was looking for something to do since Hera told me to get out f the medbay. Ezra has been uncountious since a week ago! A week! Before I knew it I was a in Ezra's room. I felt like something was making me go here. Kind of like on the first day when Ezra said he felt like the saber was pulling him to my room. I had this weird ringing in my ears. I was going to leave but i tripped on one of Ezra's boots. One more inch and I would have hit my head on zebs bed I thought. That would not have looked good. Kanan Jarrus, fearless Jedi knight, leader of the rebellion, master to a padawan, getting a concussion for tripping on a boot. Then I noticed it. There was a small wooden box under the bed. It wasn't just laying on the floor there was a hole welded into the floor where the box layed. The box was painted an exact replica of the floor. Honestly I don't know how I saw it. I reached in and pulled it out with great struggle because of the tiny space. When I finally got it out it read ' do not read unless you are Ezra Bridger or you care enough about me' was scribbled with crayon which looks to be done by a 8 year old.well I guess that means I can open it. I opened the box with great care. What I saw surprised me. It was a data pad the chip Sabine gave him of his parents, a small teddy bear and a homemade slingshot made out of wood with a few words carved into it ' fight for the right     . Love dad' it was beautifully hand crafted from a rare tree that never grows on lothal. I looked at the data pad it said on the first page of the journal ' if your watching this I'm either dead hurt or gave up on hope. Warning what you are about to read is private and only people who actually care may read. Do not dent scratch or yell at screen!' I decided that the crew ought to see this and took the box to the common room and called a emergency meeting.

Hey sry haven't updated well comment below warning for all kids under 10 yrs old may be some what gruesome good luck starting after this chap