Ezra sits on the floor of the living room, his back to the front entrance door. In front of him are four sheets of paper. Two are his homework, half finished and completely forgotten.

Next to that, were two drawings. One showed a middle aged man with a tan face carrying a tooka. He wore a dark green shirt and dark blue pants in the picture, and a smile was on his face.

Next to that was the other drawing. It showed a younger women with blue black hair and a light blue shirt on dark blue pants. She had a head piece on her head, as well as a couple jogans by her feet. Both drawing were drawn in crayon, and we're labeled 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' underneath written in red crayon.

The little raven haired boy, Ezra, picked up his masterpiece and smiled. 'Mommy and daddy are gonna love this!' He thought.

His joy was interrupted by a pounding on the door. Hastily, Ezra picked up his papers and stood up just as his parents arrived by his side and a rough voice called:

"Open up! This is the Empire! Surrender now rebel scum!"

Both adults paled and silently made a plan. Mira went and covered the basement hole, while Ephraim, Ezra's father, kneeled down and faced his quivering son.

"Ezra, I want you to listen closely. Mommy and I are going to try to hold off the stormtroopers and we want you to run. Run when we tell you to, ok?"

"What about you and mommy?"

"We'll be right behind you kay?" Mira appeared and reassured his son. She just managed to hand Ephraim a pistol as the door was blasted open.

Ezra screamed as at least a dozen stormtroopers came rushing in. They tried to grab the two adults, but they were armed and quick to react. Shots were fired across the house and Ezra ducked. For once he was glad he was so small.

One of the troopers caught sight of the boy, and rushed forward to get him. Ezra backed away and he hit the small, circular couch seat (thing). The trooper readied his pistol to fire, and Ezra backed away one last time. Big mistake.

The circular couch thing slid away, revealing the basement. Losing his balance, Ezra fell through the small hole landing on the basement floor with a thunp. He let out a cry of pain as his leg bent underneath him, and his head hit the solid ground. Hard.

Tears welled in the boy's electric blue eyes, and he started sobbing. His head was aching. His leg felt like it was beelding and squeezed painfully. Back spots danced in his vision, but a thump beside him and and a comforting hand on his shoulder made him not give up.

"Here, hold this sweetie. It's gonna be alright. Mommy's here."

Ezra rubbed his now wet eyes and hugged the stuffed loth-cat handed by him mommy. He buried his head on his mother's shoulder, sobbing at the sound of blaster fire, and from the pain still present on his head and leg, although the comforting presence of Ezra's mother helped numb the pain just a bit.

Riding piggy back was always fun to Ezra, but right now he could barely find anything to smile about.

The whole room was marked with scorch marks and filled with blaster fire. The troopers were now yelling at them, having found the basement and the communication thing. Ezra watched as his own father got shot in the shoulder, and his mom in the arm, trying to defend him. Twice he was almost grabbed by behind, but Mira kept a firm hold and never let him go.

Quickly grabbing two towels, Mira hastily wrapped them around Ezra's bleeding head and leg then she screamed to her husband and raced outside.

The wind whipped the boy's raven hair and the sun warmed his head. Sun. It was his birthday. Empire day. He was seven now. What a horrible way to start it.

Before he knew it, they reached the plains of Lothal. But his parents didn't stop there. They kept running. Half a dozen bucketheads still on their tail.

"How long are we gonna keep running?!" Mira voiced the question that hung in that air.

"Until we lose them," He responded, "Or until one of us can't go any further!"

Luckily, neither had to run very far. Slowly, a ship came into view, a ship neither rebels recognized, but the imperials knew right away.

"It's the rebel ship!"

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