Descendant of Revan

Prologue

Day 1, 5 BBY

Ezra Bridger, son of Mira and Ephraim Bridger was not in a good mood. He was never in a good mood today. On Empire Day. No, there was nothing to celebrate on this day. Yes, he turned fourteen today, but that was overshadowed by all the bad that happened on this day. The day the Jedi died. The day the Republic died. The day the Empire was born. The day his parents were taken. 

Ezra leaned up against the railing of his tower overlooking the plains of Lothal.

Ezra was bitter. He still is bitter. 

The Empire took everything from him. It turned him into an orphan at the ripe age of seven. 

On his birthday.

He had officially lived half of his life without his parents. He didn't even know if they were still alive. 

The only consolation was that he still has his older sister, Emily. She was a little under three years older than Ezra and would turn seventeen in about two months making her sixteen right now.

They didn't have much in the way of possessions. Their mother left Emily her Mandalorian armor and weapons, and their father had left a box for Ezra to open on his fourteenth birthday.

Their mother, Mira Bridger, was originally Mira Vizla. A mandalorian from Clan and House Vizla.

Their father, Ephraim Bridger, was a Jedi Knight during the clone wars. But neither Ezra nor Emily knew about this. It wasn't safe for them to know their father was a Jedi.

Somehow the two had fallen in love, moved to Lothal and had two children.

Ever since Emily had turned thirteen she had worn her mothers armor with pride. Ezra didn't share the same sentimentality. 

The fact of the matter is, they were both fluent in Mando'a and knew their heritage. Ezra didn't care too much.

He didn't have anything to show for being mandalorian. He didn't have anything. Except the stupid box he was supposed to open today.

Ezra heard the door to the tower swish open, "Ez, you need to come inside; It's starting to get cold out."

"I'm not in the mood, Emily."

Emily walked over to him and pulled him into a hug, "I know today is hard, Ez. But you need to open the present dad left you."

Ezra sighed and melted into the hug a bit, "I know. I just want them back."

Emily started to lead Ezra back inside, "I know you do. I do too. But let's look at the upside for today. You're finally fourteen!"

Ezra laughed a bit at that and moved over to where the crate his dad left him had been sitting for the past seven years. 

"Well, guess it's time to finally find out what's in here."

Ezra opened up the crate to reveal multiple items. He honestly didn't recognize a fair few things.

On the very top there were what appeared to be white robes with a holo recorder.

Ezra grabbed the holo recorder and played the message saved to it.

"Ezra, if you're listening to this then your mother and I unfortunately met an untimely end. Sadly with the visions I have been having recently I believe this to be true. It's time you understand your heritage Ezra. Your true heritage. Yes your mother was mandalorian, but when you were born I sensed something big in you. At a young age I taught you that the Jedi were not evil like the Empire proclaimed. This is because I myself was a Jedi Knight. I did not have the gifts of our ancestors, but you do Ezra. Inside this crate you will find everything you need to learn about your ancestry. To put it simply you are the descendant of the prodigal knight, Revan. The first in history to be attuned to the force in the way he was. What makes you even more special is your mandalorian heritage. Your mothers family line goes all the way back to Shae Vizla, including Tarre Vizla the only mandalorian in history to become a Jedi. You and your sister are both descendants of Revan, Bastilla Shan, Satele Shan, and previous Mandalore's such as Tarre and Shae Vizla. Your mother and I see both you and Emily doing incredible things, but Ezra, you have an amazing gift. A Jedi became a Padawan at the age of fourteen, and because I was unable to teach you the basics before then the items inside this crate will help you understand and learn to use that gift. Use it well. Use it to do good and help those in need like your mother and I taught you. We love you son and will always be with you. Never forget that."