Heyyyyyyy
My aunt and uncle have corona, my cousin OD'd on my birthday,
I'm going to try and wrap up the story
Get some sleep
Eat food
Drink water
Stay safe, and stay alive guys.
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Ezra has skills, there was no denying that. He could pick locks, navigate ventilation systems, (almost) fly a ship, and he could pick pocket. Those skills may not be fitting for a model citizen but Ezra was a street rat. And this street rat had no idea what to do.
His first battle against the Empire with Sabine had been exhilarating. It was dangerous, and risky, and it filled him with despair when he realized just how big the Empire was and how insignificant he was.
But every one had a voice. For a while, he was silent. That silence was broken with occasional whispers, and his first battle had been defiant murmer. But he wanted more. He wanted to scream and yell and shout across the galaxy, for everyone to hear! The blue haired boy wanted everyone to be as loud as possible, and lift their voices up.
But some people had gone mute.
That's okay though, because Ezra would be loud enough for all of them.
He would keep fighting. Even though he was just one boy, living alone. He would fight back.
YOU ARE READING
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.
