Star Wars Rebels: Lyra's P.O.V

Spark of Rebelion

My name is Lyra. I live on Lothal, a grassy planet with nothing but trouble crawling it's surface, in the outer rim. Lothal is where I was born it has been my home my whole life. At the age of five I was on my own because the Empire, the so called galactic government, attacked the people who took me in. My mother, father, and brother. I watch from afar in a field I watch as they blow up my home. I ran away as my father had when I was oh so little but he had a reason to run. He had me but I did not have a reason. Things had always been hard since I turned for but just when I thought things were getting better they took a turn for the worst.

Colors rush around me pretty much the same everywhere. Green, yellow, blue, white, and brown. The usually soft grass rips across my tender flesh as I rush through the fields leading home. I look up to see the strange white and grey ship starts to descend and fear wells up in me but I choke down my fear and push myselfyou harder. I feel like I've broken a barrier as I jolt forwards racing forwards faster then I've ever gone. I reach the edge of the fields just in time to see troopers pull the triggers of there blasters and red blasts surge forwards to kill my family in front of me before turning to me and firing at me to end my life.

I jolt awake sweat pouring down my face as I look around my room my, stolen, mini blaster in hand. My eyes scan my room for anything out of place, any thing that shouldn't be where it is. When I see there is no one present and everything is as I left it I get up and walk to the mirror I'd stolen from the market and look at my self. I wasn't one to care about my appearance, due to the fact that I really never had a chance to fix it up, but whenever I had that dream, really a deep dark flash back, I'd have to look at myself in the mirror to prove to myself that I'm not a five year old girl but a young strong fourteen years old teen.

When I pear into the mirror I see a four foot eight inch girl with red hair the tips orange and purple and green strip highlights looking back at me. Her shirt is purple, black, and grey and so is her armor. I turn around and inspect my room once again. The walls around me are grey and rusted and the floor covered in litter but I don't care, and I never have to tell the truth, any place was better than no place. Sometimes the mirror didn't help. Today was one of those days.

"My-" I stop. My voice cracking very badly from being underused. I start again. "My name is Lyra I am fourteen and I live on Lothal in the outer rim." I pause and look around. "My mother was killed by the Empire when I was three and that makes them my enemy. My father left me and I don't know if he's alive." I pause and breath in. "My mother and father had a dangerous secret. Its the only reason my father left me." I breath in and breath out and say it as loud as I dare. "They were Jedi." I had always hated my father for leaving me to fend for myself. My mother had given my father a bag and inside was her lightsaber (a Jedi's greatest weapon), a holocron (a cube or orb that can be opened with the force to see hidden information inside), and credits (money) for her, my, or my fathers use.

I walk over to the door and when it opens I jerk away and block my eyes but let my hand drop after a second and see its a bright morning most likely ten in the morning. I walk around the building to see Ezra standing at the railing of the tower looking at the city. Ezra is fourteen like me, but unlike me he was with his parents till he was seven years old, Ezra has short blue hair and blue eyes he wears a piolet jacket that is orange like his pants and he has a backpack containing things he had stolen in the past. Over head we hear something when we look up we see a Star Destroyer headed towards Capital City. Ezra looks at me and nods his head before he runs to his room and I run to mine to grab our bags. We were getting ready to mess with the Empire and steel some tech and food.

I run out of my room and meet Ezra in the elevator. When we reach the bottom we jump onto our speeder bikes. We speed towards the city side by side I look over at Ezra and he looks at me I speed ahead a little and smile at him. He understands. I'm challenging him to a race. He speeds up and passes me and I laugh and try to catch up. We stop outside the city and leave our bikes there. We walk into the city and into the market. People rush around selling food. Storm Troopers and some officials surround a man holding a yogins fruit basket very common on Lothal but still pricey.