RANDOME IDEA
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Ezra P.O.V
I was on a mission with Chopper to collect supplies at an old station out in the middle of nowhere.
I landed the Phantom down and exited the small ship with the grumpy droid behind me.

"Okay Chopper, the quicker we get this medical supplies, the quicker we can get out of here" I told the droid. He grumbled in response and followed me.

We made are way down the empty and cold hallways, looking for the curtain room with the medical supplies. After what felt like an century of looking, I found a door that had a wired symbol.

"What do you think could be in here?" I asked Chopper. As always he made grumbling and droid nosies as a response. I just roled my eye's and opened the door. As soon as I did, I regretted it.

As soon as the door opened, there was a beeping sound. I looked into the room only to see bomds on the wall. "Chopper run!" I yelled to the droid as we ran down the hallway.

Unfortunately, I wasn't so lucky.
One minute I was running, the next, darkness and silence.

I sat up in my bed quickly with a jolt. My breath was uneven so I tried my best to calm myself. I looked around the room and realise, this..this isn't my room on the Ghost.

It looked so familiar to me but I couldn't place it were. I just sat there confused for where I was.

I got tired of sitting in this bed and decided to get up and look around the place and figure out where I was. I got out of the bed and opened the door to exit the room. I walked down the small hallway to some familiar stairs. Why dose this place look so familiar?

I quietly walked down the stairs and ended up in a living room. I glaced around the room for a momont. That's when it clicked.

This is my old house. This was the house I grew up in with my parents. Why dose it look so new and clean? Didn't the Empire burn this place to the ground?

My thoughts were interrupted when I herd someone call my name. "Ezra, is that you". I instantly knew who owned that voice. It was my mother's. But how. She's dead.

I turned to the kitchen and entered it slowly, perring into the room. That's when I seen her. My mother was there at the counter, making food. I stood there in shock for a few momonts, untill she turned to me.

"Ezra, what are you doing out of bed. You shouldn't be up and about when your sick" she told me with a sweet smile. I still stood there silently.

She walked over to me with that same smile. "Come on, let's get you back to bed and get some rest" she told me as she lead me up back to my room. When we got there and I sat on my bed, my mother noticed I wasn't speaking.

"Is there something wrong?" She asked me with concern. "Em yeah. Could I ask something?" I asked her. "Of course" my mother replied as she sat next to me.

"Well...how long was I asleep?" I asked her, wanting to know that my life as a street rat and a rebel was real.

"Well you have had a really bad fever the last week or so. So bad that me and your father were considering brining to the hospital later on, but you look way better now, why did you ask?" She asked me.

"Well i had this...dream. you two were taken away by the Empire and I was left alone on the streets for years as a street rat. Then I met this crew that took me in. We fought against the Empire and went on crazy adventures. I was even being trained as a Jedi to" I explained to my mother.

"Wow. That sounds like one crazy dream. Me and your father have been telling you way to much stories about the Rebbelion and the Jedi" my mother laughed.

"So..all that was a dream?" I asked her. She nodded. "But it felt so so real" I replied.

Was it true. Was all that, the life on the streets, the rebellion, the Jedi training, was it all fake? Was it all been a long dream. Was Kanan, Hera, Sabine, Zeb and Chopper, all fake.

It did make me sad, I had such great memories of them. All the times we spent with each other. Me and Zeb playing pranks on one another, me hitting on Sabine when I first seen her. The conversation with Hera, and Kanan teaching me to become a Jedi.

Even though it made me sad, it also made me happy to. Knowing that all those year's on the streets were fake, and my parents never got taken away from me.

"Are you okay now?" My mother asked me. I nodded. "Yeah, I was just thinking, that's all" I reasured her. She smiled at me. "Well let's get some food, you haven't eaten in a while" my mother told me as we made are way down stairs and into the kitchen.

When we were eating, we herd the door open. We turned to see my father there. "Oh Ezra, you finally out of bed" he told me as he made his way over to us. "How are you feeling?" He asked me. "I'm fine now, thanks" I replied.

He just laughed as he sat next to me and mom.

For once, I felt happy. I wasn't scared or alown anymore, and all that had happened to me was all just a long dream. As I said before, I was sad that the crew was all fake, but I was happy because I was with my parent's again. It made me happy.

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Kanan and Hera stood by the bed for what felt like forever. Their youngest member was critacly injured on a mission and is now in a deep coma, some of the doctor's say he won't wake up.

"Do you belive them?" Hera asked Kanan, was was standing next to her. "Do you belive he won't wake up". Kanan sighed as he looked down at his padawan. "I don't know" he replied.

"What do you think he's dreaming about. Do you think he is okay?" Hera asked the Jedi. Kanan was silent for a momont before smiling. "He's fine. I sence he is happy, and he isn't in pain at all. I belive he will come back" Kanan reasured the pilot, giving her a side hug.

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I MAY BE DOING A PART TWO IDK?