Neb: I do not own Star Wars Rebels. This is a Disney property show and I simply am making a fanfic.

"Alone... We are alone."

"Hey Ezra," a man spoke up as Ezra hid a glowing orange pyramid shaped gemstone under his pillow. It was the blind Jedi Kanan walking into the room. "I wanted to let you know, things have been pretty rough for you all things considered. What happened to Ahsoka, your parents, and what happened with Maul... What I'm trying to say is, I'm glad you haven't chose the path of the Dark Side after all this suffering. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks Kanan, I might not be completely happy with things, but... I'm glade your my teacher." Kanan smiled at Ezra and then headed back out of the room. Ezra reached under his pillow and pulled out the crystal. The thing must have fallen into his pocket on Malachor, but he had been drawn to it ever sense. He never used it to make a weapon however, instead he created his green lightsaber and used it to fight after his first weapon was destroyed by Darth Vader. The only reason he kept this gemstone with him, was the sight of it alone reminded him of when he used the Holocron, the strength he felt, the power he felt. He almost placed the gemstone back in his drawer, before an image of Ahsoka fighting Vader shot through his mind. He fell back in fear as another image of Kanan being turned blind by Maul appeared. He looked down and then sighed. "Can't show emotion."

"No emotion? But why? Do you show no emotion for peace? Peace is a lie! Passion gives strength! Strength brings power that you can use to claim victory! Break these chains, make me whole!"

"Why, what do you want!?"

"... You've learned our ways from the Holocron well, build a weapon, claim an apprentice, then give your apprentice your green saber as you use me to power your true weapon. Take up your name as a Lord of the Sith." Ezra starred in fear as every lesson he ever learned from the sith Holocron filled his mind. He was able to control people, he learned how to fight better, he had all the power he ever needed.

"I... I want to build you." He got up and walked out of he room.

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"Hey Ezra, what's with all those pieces of Junk?" Zeb laughed as he walked into their room. Ezra pulled together every scrap metal and piece of technology the crew wasn't using or was going to need into his room. With it he had designed a long black hilt with a crossguard he made from a strange type of Metal he found in Sabines room. Normally he wouldn't steal things from his crew-mates, but he clearly wasn't in his right mind now. "Hey kid, you OK?" Ezra was mumbling to himself as he designed his new weapon.

"Grip should be higher, that way I can put all of my power into slicing with a two handed attack. Hilt should be nice and long so I can make up for strength disadvantages. I can use the weight of my weapon against my opponents."

"Hey Ezra, if you are making a lightsaber, I need to remind you that you already got one," Zeb complained. "What are you going to use to charge it with anyway?"

"This," Ezra grinned as he grabbed the orange pyramid shaped stone that was now transitioning its colors from red to orange to yellow and back. He placed it inside his weapon and grinned as a dark look formed in his eyes. Zeb grabbed the hilt from him and walked out of the room.

"Zeb, give it back," Ezra yelled.

"I'm telling Kanan," Zeb growled.

"I said give it back," he yelled as he clinched his hand causing Zeb to drop to his knees as he was being strangled. Ezra immediately stopped and ran over to Zeb. "Zeb I'm sorry! I don't know what happened."

"Stay away from me," he growled. "We are telling Kanan now!" Ezra looked at his friend in fear and then sighed.

"Fine, we will tell him."

"I misjudged you Ezra, you are weak. Though, I will make you strong."