A/N I know, I know, I suck at updates, sorry! But here is the new chapter!

Disclaimer: Let's face it, if I owned SWR, y'all would be watching this instead of reading it.

"Focus Ezra. Listen within you." Kanan and Ezra were sitting atop the Ghost, finally getting to some training. Ezra though that it would involve lightsabers and cool tricks, but it was rather boring.

The day had started with the Music being very excited, waking Ezra up almost an hour before sunrise. Kanan had explained that Ezra was force-sensitive, and that that was what Music in his head was. He'd promised to teach him all he could about the Jedi lifestyle and the Force. But for some reason, they had started out meditating.

"This is more boring than watching grass grow."

"Get to a place where you can feel and see nothing, dig through the emotions." Kanan seemed to be trying his hardest to explain things, but Ezra still didn't follow. Ploughing through emotions was hard, and not exactly something Ezra did in his free time. He had done a very good job at keeping them down as of late.

Ezra gave a frustrated grunt, and leaned back so he was laying down, hands behind his head.

"I'm sorry, Kid." Kanan broke his concentration and turned so he was facing Ezra. "You're bored, aren't you?"

Ezra looked at him like he had just pointed out the most painstakingly obvious thing in the entire galaxy. It was basically the equivalent of saying: "The Empire's taken over, hasn't it?"

"I just figured with your injuries, it would be easier to meditate today." Kanan was partially right. Ezra's side was mostly healed, it just left a dull ache every time he twisted. And his arm had gotten some gravel in it on the mission, which resulted in inflammation. But he had dealt with worse. When Hera had the idea to go into town and purchase bacta packs, Ezra quickly reassured her (as best he could) that he was fine and didn't need them.

Ezra rolled his eyes at Kanan. It was apparent that he had never taught anyone this stuff, and was probably out of practice himself. Ezra pointed to the blaster attached to Kanan's side.

Kanan seemed grateful for the distraction from Jedi training, and handed it to Ezra.

"You ever shot one before?" Ezra rolled his eyes yet again and began looking for something to shoot at.

"Oh, right, a target. Um . . ." Kanan looked around too and his eyes landed on a rock about thirty meters away. "Alright, the thing with you is that you're small and quiet." Ezra face palmed, but Kanan continued.

"You could lay down somewhere and no one would know you're there. So what we'll do is set you in strategic high points to take out troopers." Ezra liked that sound of that. It was easy, and he could do so much more, but it kept him a little further out of reach of the Empire, and every little bit helps.

Ezra lowered himself and took aim at the target. He pulled the trigger and a plasma bolt shot out from the nozzle of the blaster, traveling the short distance in an instant and hit the center of the rock. Ezra himself was very proud of the shot and looked smugly at Kanan.

"Great job, kid, you can hit a rock," Kanan deadpanned, and Ezra's look disappeared. "How about moving rocks." Kanan lifted his hand and several rocks began to float in the air and Ezra began shooting at them from his vantage point.

After a while, the shots came more naturally. The Music in his head seemed to be moving through his body as well, taking all the difficulty out of aiming. He didn't even have to look to hit the rocks. He closed his eyes, slowly, letting the Music take over.

"It flows through you . . ." A voice began to speak in Ezra's mind.

"Trust in the Force . . ."

"May the Force be with you," Ezra saw a man and woman, tears in their blue eyes. For the first time in a long time, Ezra recognized these two as his parents, moments . . . moments before something. That part was fuzzy, as all of his memories were. He dug deeper, swimming through a metaphorical sea of images.

These images were all of his parents, flashing before his eyes. Ephiram? Yes, Ephiram was showing him how to work a transmitter. Mira was mending a playsuit in the corner, joking and laughing. If only they had known . . .

"Ezra!" Ezra didn't know how long Kanan was shouting at him, but from the look on his face it had been quite a while. He quickly sat up, a hand instinctively reaching for his collar then his forehead.

"What just happened?" He rubbed his head as Kanan helped the boy sit up and then sat beside him.

"The kriff was that?" Kanan gestured out to the field were two dozen rocks lay on the ground, smoldering. Ezra looked up, and suddenly felt the urge to tell him everything. The dreamlike trances he found himself in, what had happened to him all those years ago with his parents.

He opened his mouth to make a noise, anything that could be considered communication. But his throat wouldn't let him. He tried to begin a sentence, but was interrupted by a coughing fit, causing his throat to flare up in pain.

"Kid, you okay?" Kanan looked genuinely concerned for him, a hand on his shoulder. Despite the coughing, Ezra face-palmed. For a Jedi, this guy asked the dumbest questions. He managed to get everything under control, but his throat was scratchy and sore.

"Do you wanna continue with training today?" Kanan asked.

"Yeah, let's take a break, it only took us a week and a half to start." Ezra rolled his eyes and lifted the blaster once more, aiming and quickly shooting the top of boulder in the distance.

"Alright, I guess that's a yes."

-SWR-

By the time the sun set over the Lothalian planes, Ezra had shot every rock within sight into a billion different little pieces, from different vantage points. They were sitting on the ramp to the Ghost, staring at the horizon.

Ezra's head hurt from the Music constantly taking over, but it was something he was ready to get used to. It was kind of fun, getting to train like this.

"Boys, you might want to get to the galley before Zeb eats all the food!" Hera yelled down the ramp, wiping her hands on a rag.

"Tell him that the next time he eats my food, he's getting a lightsaber to the gut." Kanan yelled back jokingly, earning a laugh from her.

"I doubt he'll head the warning, back okay." she replied as she headed back into the ship. Kanan settled back down on the ramp and looked over at Ezra.

"You did good today, Ezra." He reached out and ruffled the kid's hair. Ezra smiled and rolled his eyes. He still wanted to tell him about the dream-vision-thingy, but didn't know how in the world he could get his point across. So he pushed it to the back of his mind for now.

"Now, I for one actually want to eat tonight, so let's head in." Ezra looked up mischievously and started running into the ship, silently starting a race.

"No fair! You got a head start!" Kanan yelled as he raced Ezra in, smiling at his padawan the whole way.

A/N Well guys, another chapter in the works! I do have some sort of an explanation for my month long wait. I spent two weeks in D.C. for a 4-H program called Citizenship Washington Focus (CWF), and it was amazing! I highly recommend it.

Anyways, thanks for reading, questions and comments are always appreciated! Love you guys 3

-M3m