Ezra landed in the battle field where his pack was.
The enemy dragons were lying on the ground, Hunter and Draco were dead while the others were knocked out.
The Ghost Pack was standing in the fire stewn land, all alive and covered in injuries. Hera approached Ezra with a relieved, yet concerned look.

"Kanan?" She asked.

Ezra bowed his head, tears beginning to swim in his eyes again.
Hera gasped inwardly.

"No" she whispered.

The other dragons looked at the ground, closing their eyes in sadness and grief.
Hera went over to Ezra and nuzzled him. This made the cub sob and he buried his face into Hera's wings.
Tears flowing down all the dragon's faces as they let the truth sink in.

Kanan was gone.

~ A week later

Ezra sat on a cliff. The wind blowing his feathers as he mediated. The Ghost pack had moved to their next base after setting Tua and Blade free. They couldn't take the two dragons with them and felt it was right to let them go.
Now Ezra sat alone on a tall cliff, mediating from dawn to dusk. Barely sleeping or eating at all.
Ezra had also cut himself off from his pack for the past few days, isolated himself in his own mental walls. Kanan's death had affected him badly, mainly because he felt like he was the reason their alpha was gone.
He'd sent Kanan over that edge, he'd let Kanan be killed.
Ezra saw himself as a murderer.
The rest of his pack didn't know however Ezra had killed Kanan. The boy lied and told them Vader had ended Kanan's life.
He couldn't bear the fact he'd done it.
Hera had become the new leader of the pack since she was second in command.

Hera stood a little way away behind Ezra. He'd been away from the pack for vet seven days and she missed him dearly.
Approached the boy slowly, Hera sat beside him. The cub opened his eyes but didn't glance at the female. 

"I know how you feel Ezra. Kanan meant a lot to me too. I'd known him for twelve years" the green dragon said.

"When I first met him, I thought he was nothing but a troublesome lunatic. He was one of those dragons who liked blowing stuff up and lived life on the edge."

Ezra remained straight faced and continued to look out to the mountain range.

"Kanan didn't agree to join the pack straight away, he was a little bit of a rouge one to start with. I see a lot of him in you."

Ezra looked round at Hera at this with a emotionless expression.

"Ezra, what happened back then was not your fault. You couldn't stop Vader from killing Kanan."

"It was my fault Hera" Ezra told her quietly.

"No it wasn't..."

"It was! I sent Kanan over that cliff! I became a victim of the Dark Side. I killed Kanan!"

Tears were flowing from Ezra's eyes as he broke down. He was trembling as he sniffed, trying to hold back the tears.
"I just want him to come home" he whispered tearfully.
Hera wrapped her wings around Ezra and hugged him close.
The boy clutched her, sobbing into her shoulder.

"Over the willow creek where fish swim, glides a dragonfly proud and free. He always fly's with his head held high, not afraid of tomorrow. When the wind howls and thunder rumbles, he soars to unknown world's on sapphire wings. The dragonfly glides with hope in his heart and a map in his mind. Ready to take on the world, and the challenges it throws. Over the willow creek where fish swim, glides a dragonfly proud and free. He always fly's with his head held high, not afraid of tomorrow."

Hera sang the lullaby gently to the cub who cried harder then ever.
Everything was finally getting to him.
Kanan's death. His parents sacrifice. The battle with Vader. Being kidnapped.
It was too much for the youngling.
After multiple mintues of sobbing, Ezra cried himself to sleep.

Poor Ezra.
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Star-Wars-Dragons out 🐲