A New Beginning

Chapter One: Morning Problems

"We can't keep this up forever, Ephraim."

It was bright... Very bright...

"Mira... we can't tell him, you know that."

All he could see were shadows... shadows of people talking.

"I'm not saying we should now. I mean when are we going to tell our son?"

Then the brightness dimmed down. And he saw himself. A smaller version of himself, hiding and clutching a stuffed cat in his arms. He was hiding behind a door that lead to his bedroom.

"When he is older. When he is more capable of understanding that he's-"

The man stopped. He felt a presence. He looked down the hall and spotted his son looking at them.

"Ezra?"

"Daddy, are you and mommy going to fight?"

"No. No of course not, my little blueberry! We were just talking."

"By being really loud?"

Visibly, the man sighed.

"I'm sorry bud. Go back to sleep."

The boy shook his head. The man asked.

"Why not?"

"Because in my dreams, when I went to sleep, people wearing white clothes took you and mommy. And a scary man with a red glowy stick hit you."

"Don't worry. Mommy and daddy promise you we will be beside you. Always."

The scene melted into a new one. This time all he heard were voices.

"Mommy! Daddy! No!"

"Shh, Ezra Bridger must calm down. Tseebo is with him."

"No! They promised! They promised they wouldn't leave me!"

The older version of Ezra sunk to his knees. He can't take it. He doesn't want to relive this anymore! Someone save him please! He heard a rustle and turned around. Only to be met with a lightsaber hitting him.
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Location: Texas, Woodlands

Ezra shot up his bed, his alarm clock ringing loudly. He covered his ears and groaned.

"Ugh! I thought I modified my alarm clock to only ring this loud when I'm-" Ezra glanced at the clock that read 7:30. A look of shock flashed in his face and his azure blue eyes widen. "Late! I'm so late!"

Ezra ran to the bathroom, after hitting the stop button of the alarm, and got out within 5 minutes. He wore an orange v-neck with yellow trimmed long sleeves underneath a brown denim vest and orange pants. He brushed his bluish black hair and wore white socks. Ezra grabbed a light green backpack and shoved his cellphone, laptop, and head phones inside then ran down the stairs. He passed a man with black hair and black eyes wearing a green t-shirt and pants barefooted.

"Morning Tseebo!" Ezra shouted at him. He was nearing the front door of the house before he was held back by the collar of his shirt.

"And where does Ezra Bridger think he is going?" Tseebo asked, his eyes narrowing. "Tseebo will not let Ezra leave without eating his breakfast!"

Ezra started to squirm under Tseebo's grip. "Tseebo! Let me go! I'm running late! I have no time for-"

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day." He stated. "Besides, it is Ezra Bridger's favorite, eggs and bacon."

Ezra's eyes lit up. He shrugged off his backpack and dashed to the dining room. In his haste, Ezra failed to notice his backpack hovering in the air. Tseebo's eyes widen in alarm. He quickly scooped the backpack and dropped it beside Ezra, who was shoving food into his mouth.

"Finished!" Ezra yelled. Tseebo grabbed the plate and placed it in the sink. Ezra took his backpack from the floor and wore his orange and white shoes then made a run for the front door.

"Ezra!" Tseebo called out and threw an apple over his shoulder, not bothering to check if Ezra looked or not. Ezra was opening the front door when his arm shot out and caught the apple. He raised his eyebrow at Tseebo.

"An apple a day, keeps the doctor away!" Tseebo stated. Ezra laughed and waved.

"You're just full of fun facts, aren't you? Bye Tseebo!" Ezra said. And with that, Ezra ran down the pavement while eating his apple. He hoped he would catch the train. He already had a ticket booked for it. He reached the station and boarded the train just as the doors closed. Ezra sighed in relief.

"Next stop, Houston."
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Tseebo sighed as he watched the train move at an incredible speed towards its destination from the windows. He looked at a photo of three people. The woman had a kid riding on her back, while the man stood beside her. Tseebo looked at the photo longingly.

"What will Tseebo do with Ezra Bridger?" Tseebo asked himself as he gripped the photo. "Please, Mira and Ephraim Bridger, help Tseebo be certain with his decisions."

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Location: Houston, Texas; Town Square

"Specter 1 to Specter 5 are you in position?" A man spoke through a comm link.

"Yes, Specter 1. I'm in position. Bucketheads placed me in Class A, section 1 which is apparently where the best cadets are." A young female's voice said.

"Specter 5, we talked about this-" the first voice started.

"I know, I know. 'Don't do your best on the entry exam so you won't be suspicious' but think about it. Since I'm in top class, other cadets say I'd have more free time. Which means, more time in snooping around and finding out where the cargo is located." The young female voice said.

"Fine. Just be careful. Specter 1 out." The man said. He was about to walk off when something, more like someone crashed into him.