"All jokes aside, Master, where are we going?" Jacen reached cross his arms while seriously blinking at him.

Ezra smiled. "Well seeming as the force is now stronger with as much as every my once Padawan we're going to find you a new one. You must meditate until you see a name or place." Jacen had nodded his head.

Jacen meditated.

His visions showed a place, rich people, with scarfs with expensive material.

Suddenly the vision enhanced to a peculiar boy, Short, Brown hair and the eyes of which Jacen could tell this was no normal boy. His eyes glowed the brightest shade of blue.

A deep voice whispered Lito-Lorne.

"Canto Bight," Jacen mumbled unsurely.

"Ah, hah! Canto bight it is!" Ezra came out of nowhere with his enthusiasm.

"No, Ezra, I have to face this alone as he is I knew Padawan." Jacen reminded Ezra

"Sometimes you remind me of my old master, oh, wait!" Ezra handed him Jacen's father's lightsaber as Jacen grabbed reluctantly from Ezra's old cold hands. "Your father would be proud, Give this to your Padawan." Ezra seemed to have teared up, but not outpour his emotions "Will do, Master." Then, strangely enough, Ezra handed his own lightsaber.

"Master, Why?" Jacen questioned.

"Well, I'm retiring to be with my daughter and Sabine, Of course." Ezra bluntly spoke.

Jacen waved goodbye as he started the engines of his ship.

As Jacen landed his ship on Canto Bight screams came from within the village.

"Slaves Rebellion!!" An older adult screamed while trying to run to his ship; he didn't make it.

He walked up a semi-destroyed street a man pulled him inside of his home.

"Shhhh, be quiet, or the slaves are going to scalp your head." The man said they sat down on a rotating chair and table the place spelt of tobacco.

"Do you know Lito-Lorne?" Jacen.

"Oh, He's my son! He's gone missing his mother is fighting alongside the disgusting slaves." The man sneered.

"Then why would you say about that, about the slaves?" Jacen

"My wife is nothing but a crook; she steals food for the family same with my son." The man disrespectfully said with the sternest voice. A little boy had busted through the door, he was around the age of 7.

"Mama PAPA!" He cried

"WHAT IS IT YOU SCUFF BORG." He shouted

"She's-" The boy hunched up.

"You can get out now!" The man who kindly let him outkicked him out harshly.

He heard screaming from within the walls the man who was once alive was dead the boy rushed out with tears in his eyes. Jacen noticed the boy and walked over to him. He was suffering from neglect and scars, bruises across his face and arms. His clothes are tattered. The boy hugged Jacen.

"Take me with you please, please!" The little boy's voice damaged from screaming. Jacen was shocked by the neglect he faced. Yet the force had been massively strong with him. Although the little boy was gravely flawed, he would help train him through the force, A new era for the boy.

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