DISCLAIMER: this story is not mine, and belongs to Lucas film and Disney. I know this chapters kinda short, but I just wanted to start the story. I'll update pretty frequently
Ezra didn't stop running. He never looked back as his parents were dragged from their home, taken away to some blasted place where they would rot for the rest of their days or be gunned down.
He didn't look back. He ran.
—-6months later—-
Ezra's POV (mostly)
"Hey, you! Watch it!"
A young Ezra Bridger swerved out of some Stormtroopers on speederbike way. I need to eat, I thought. I spotted a loaf of Ptcharlek on the ground by a dumpster, and couldn't believe my luck! The pasty bread tastes horrible, but it's food nonetheless.
I start to run over to it, and I have to dodge several merchants and other Lothal citizens just to come to a rest next to my dinner. But just as I'm about to pick it up, another loth-rat snatches my dinner, and maybe breakfast.
"You wanna eat, kid? Well you gotta earn it," he says, dangling the Ptcharlek over my head and out of reach. Karabast!
"Don't ya know? You have to fight to eat."
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The real Ezra
FanfictionEzra's been on his own for a long time. He hopes that maybe he can ditch Lothal, and start somewhere new. Away from the place his parents were taken from him.
