The next morning I woke up and pulled my shoes and jacket on. Then made my way to the elevator and descended to the lower levels of the station. From there, I left the building and walked into the dusty town of Lothal.

   This was my daily routine almost everyday. Go into town, steal food, look around, steal again, take a break, explore, steal, and head home.

   First on the list, the most important meal of the day, breakfast. I ran into an alley and peeked my head around the corner to see my target. I began to take off when suddenly a woman's voice stopped me.

"Stop."

I immediately came to a halt and fell flat on my face. I recognized the voice. It was one of the helpful voices in my head. The other voice was a man's. Both of them have helped me survive the streets ever since I was ten years old. I trust them with my life. I never knew why or how they got into my head but am I complaining? No.

"Ok, why do you want me to stop?" I questioned then said, "I kind of need food, ya know."

"Go home."

Go home? What does that mean? There was nothing in my tower expect some of my personal stuff, junk, more junk, and let's not forget the junk collecting dust. That was pretty much it so what else is there unless...

My eyes widen.

"Go home."

This time it was the man's voice.

Now, I realized that the tower could be getting ransacked by salvagers. I began my trek all the way back to the station.

"Go home."

It was still the man's voice.

I'm going! I'm going! I don't need people going through my stuff. I began to run until there was only a couple feet between me and the station. I ducked down behind the the tall, dry grass.

Odd, there was not any sort of vehicle in front or around the station. I guess they could of walked here, it wasn't a long distance from here and the town.

   "Go home," the woman spoke this time.

   "I am home," I told the voice then made my way around the building. I walked over to the back door and picked the lock. Once it was unlocked, I opened the door to see the same station.

My feet silently padded towards the elevator and peeked around the corner to see nothing. I walked over to the pad and held the intercom button. I stayed quiet and listened for any voices that might be talking or noises of rummaging.

   There was nothing. No peep of a voice. No sound of things being moved. There was just silence.

   I scrunched my nose in confusion then decided to go and see what the voices were talking about.

   My finger punched the up button and the doors slid open. I walked in and rummaged through my pockets for a weapon.

    I found a screw, a candy wrapper, and a pin.

   'I guess the screw and pin are useful,' I thought sourly shoving them back into my pockets. I stood to the side as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

   I peeked inside the room to see it empty. I came out of my hiding spot and walked around the room, searching for a trespasser.

   "Go home," the man's voice said.

   "I am," I muttered still searching for the threat but soon found nothing. What was I looking for? What did the voices want me to find? There was no threat or anything that was of use to be to important.

   Maybe, there was something like a secret room full of loot. Or rare object buried somewhere that could be sold on the market. I wish that the voices were more specific on what they wanted me to do.

   "Go home," the woman's voice said.

   Realization shot through me like a bullet. Could they mean? No, not that place. I haven't been at that place in years. Is that what they want me to do?

Do they want me to go to my old home?

I promised myself to never go back. There wasn't anything there for me anymore except memories. Bad memories. It's weird when saying this because there should also be good memories too.

   Well, I don't remember all them. The last thing I can remember is my sister and barely escaping our parents when they turned. Nothing else. No moments of laughter. No moments of smiles. Nothing. Like I have amnesia or something. I don't exactly know.

Still, I wonder what's so important that the voices keep saying...

"Go home," the man's voice said.

Yeah, that.

   "I guess it can't hurt to check it out," I told myself. I headed back into the elevator when my stomach growled.

   "Right after breakfast," I added then the door closed and made its way down. Once the door's slid open, I made my way back to town again to steal something to eat. The tricky part about stealing food was the owner of the stand. They keep a very good eye out for any suspicious characters but I'm able to snatch something. Sometimes with or without injury and/or food.

   I stole the fruit just fine and hid in an alley a couple blocks down. The guy at the stand past and kept going without spotting me hiding in the alley. I let a smirk spread across my face and began to walk towards my old home while eating the fruit.

It was about two miles until finally reaching a house with an imperial warning logo sprayed on it. I walked up to the abandoned building then stopped at the door, hesitating to open it.

   'Home, sweet, home,' I thought bitterly.

Like I said, it's been years since I've been here. Remembering the smallest thing that made me happy could break me all at once. Memories hurt and coming back would bring a lot of them too.

   I closed my eyes and twisted the door knob then pushed the squeaky door open.

   I am afraid.

   I am afraid if opening my eyes would do the trick.

   I am afraid that something inside would remind me of that horrible day. That horrible day I was supposedly 'blessed' with a gift. No, my gift may help me from time to time but it will always be a curse of that terrible reminder of why I'm alone. Alone on the streets for years on end with no help from from the civilians or the gracious Empire.

   I take a shaky breath in and hold it before opening my eyes. I blinked a couple of times until my vision was clear enough to take in the surroundings.

   It was dark and hot with an uneasy feeling. Things tossed around and some others broken or shattered on the floor. Dust so thick that you could almost see it floating through air with the beams of sunlight coming through the broken windows. Gigantic scratch marks and small holes that were made could be seen all around.

   This abandoned home was a mess. This abandoned home was my home. An amazing thing I had until it was taken away from me. All because of that radioactive meteor that changed everything.

   I scrubbed my eyes then took a step in but I was still scared. Not if the second floor collapsed on me, but what I may find in the rummage could be way worse. The voices never failed me yet, but things can change when you least expect it. Even if I trust them, it doesn't mean I'm putting my full faith in everything they say.

   In this new world, nothing is the definition of 'fine.' Only pain and suffering and the will to survive on your own. That's what I've been taught to do in the new era. Survival of the fittest, only the tough can survive. By surviving, you trust no one and you're on your own.

   I began to look around and tried to push the good memories down in my mind. My main focus was finding whatever the voices were trying to guide me to. A million thoughts raced through my head of what the possibilities could be. Maybe money; food that didn't expire, which I'll still eat anyway; running water; information; or a medical kit.

I searched and searched yet, there was nothing interesting. I had one more place to look. The secret basement under the small round table. I walked over and moved the table from its spot. A yellow ladder was revealed and at the bottom was an outlined form of a person with their knees to their chest.

   I immediately recognized the person after a while when he looked up.

   "Tessbo," I muttered like it was poison in my mouth. I could feel my hands start to gather energy with a burning sensation that didn't hurt.

    "What are you doing here?" I asked angrily down the hole. The man stood up and climbed the ladder. I stood up and got out of the way as his head poked out. He then fully got out and looked at me blankly.

   "I asked you a question Tessbo," I snarled, "What are you doing here?"

My hands clenched tightly as the energy started to get to the point of my control. That's when I realized what I was doing then closed my eyes, taking some deep breaths in and out.

"Stay calm. Stay...calm," I told myself still evening out my breathing. The red hue that surrounded me faded until the light from my hands stopped glowing. I open my eyes when a wave of calm flowed through me.

   The man looked at me for a moment. Tessbo was very flimsy and looked just like what he did on the wanted poster. He suddenly jerked like waking up from a horrible dream then looked at me with wide eyes.

   "Ezra, Ezra Bridger!"

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