No Doubts

Ingrid's POV

It had been several weeks since Ezra and I had been rescued from the Imperials, several weeks since I had collapsed... several weeks since my dream with my parents on Naboo. They had warned me about Ezra and how the Dark side called to him and that he couldn't be trusted.

I trusted Ezra with my life. He was one of my best friends. I wasn't going to let my dream control my feelings for him. I hadn't had the dream again, anyways. Maybe it didn't mean anything. My parents must've been wrong.

I hadn't told anyone about the dream. Not Kanan. Especially not Ezra. What my parents had said about him, and about how they had said that he would turn... I just didn't believe it. It couldn't be true.

We had been doing a rather good job of keeping out of the Empire's grasp, all while getting our job done to the best of our abilities. I had told Kanan about what had happened when I grabbed Ezra's lightsaber without touching it.

Apparently I need to be trained like Ezra. But did I really want that? To become a Jedi? It just didn't seem like something I would do. I don't know if I'm up to it.

I guess Kanan thinks I am, as does Ezra. He seemed pretty excited when I told Kanan about what happened with his lightsaber. I guess he thought that I would be excited too. But I wasn't sure that I was. Being a Jedi sounded like a big commitment, and again, I wasn't sure that I was up to the task.

We were on the Ghost, and I was sitting at one of the guns, staring out into the massive void that is space. I looked at all of the stars, the ones that were billions of miles away. They twinkled like brilliant diamonds. I love the stars.

The door opened. I turned around to find Ezra standing there, his arms crossed in front of him. "How long have you been sitting there?" He asked me. I shrugged.

"Don't know." I replied. "Long enough, I guess..."

"What's bothering you?" Ezra looked at me. "Something's bothering you. What is it?"

Being a Jedi means you can sense when I'm troubled, I guess. I let out a sigh. "I... It's nothing." I replied. "It's just this... this dream I had."

"Dream? What about?"

I looked at him. Should I tell him? No, no I can't. It wouldn't be right. I trust Ezra, there's no way this dream had any meaning. "Nothing. It's nothing." I said. "Don't worry about me." I turned back around and faced the window again.

"Erm, well, if you say so." Ezra replied. "But, I mean, if you, you know, ever want to... to talk about it, you can always talk to me."

I wish that were the case, Ezra. But you're the only person I absolutely cannot talk to about it.

It was just a dream. Nothing to be concerned about...

It was only a dream.

[The end! Don't worry, I'm going to be writing a sequel, if you're interested. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this story

May the Force be with you!]