I'm introducing my OC in this story of Ezra's young childhood. I hope you enjoy :)

*I do not own Star Wars Rebels*

It's been a month since I lost my parents to those ruthless pawns of the Empire. I've been on the streets with a bleak sight ahead in my future. So many people pass me by in alleys, settlements, the market areas, all giving me looks of dismay when I'm noticed. I don't know what to do without my mom and dad. I don't know how to survive on my own. I can't know who to trust. It just doesn't feel right without them...

"Sir! M...Ma'am?" Ezra walked around in the market area wandering amongst his thoughts. A young boy at the age of seven, all alone with no one by his side. Who wouldn't find that a happy sight? Who would find it sad and suspicious?

Ezra stepped in front of one of the vendor's stalls with a single credit chip. With no knowledge of how much it was worth, he handed it to the man. He seemed to intimidate the young boy. Horns protruding from his skull, such pale skin, various curious patterns covering his face, it was a very unusual sight to Ezra. His whole limb shook in a quick vibrating motion, the chip clearly wobbling in the tips of his fingers. The horned man looked at him vaguely, reaching to accept the credit. His eyelids flew apart, giving Ezra a perfect view of his red orbs as he examined the chip.

"Kid, where be your parents at right now? They shouldn't be letting you go around with this much money." the horned man held the chip firmly in his palms, staring him down.

Ezra looked away and spoke quietly, stuttering along. "Th...they're g...gone, sir. The, the white men took them aw-w-way..." He held his arm softly, still looking away from the horned man.

"Poor kid." said the man kindly, "Here. You should keep this." he said worriedly, handing Ezra back the credit. He turned away and began fiddling with some of his sales.

Ezra looked down at his rejected money with a look of sorrow. He grasped it tightly with both hands and turned to walk away from the stall. A tall Rodian bumped into him and spoke loud and rudely to him, then went on with himself. What he said to Ezra, Watch where you're going! It wasn't even his fault. He was paying perfect attention to where he was going. Ezra was going to resume walking, but all of a sudden, he heard what sounded like Kid! From behind.

The horned man gestured for Ezra to come back. But Ezra wasn't sure. He didn't know what was going to happen. Going along with his gut, the boy returned to the vendor.

"Come over here, boy." the horned man walked over to an opening in the wall around his stall.

Ezra walked over to be met face to face with the patterned face. He was afraid. He watched the man kneeling down to him reach behind the counter and retrieve a small bag. He pulled it in front of him and set it on the ground.

"Now, tell me your name, son." he spoke with a peaceful voice. To Ezra, it sounded scary.

"Ezra Bridger..." he whispered.

"Ezra? That's a nice name." he smiled. "Now, Ezra, I want you to take this bag of food. From the looks of it, I don't think you've eaten in nearly a month... And we don't want you to starve."

"Th...thank you, Mr." Ezra whispered.

"Now, go on." The man smiled and ruffled the boy's dirty blue hair.

"Ezra took the bag and walked swiftly away from the stall. No one has treated him so kindly ever since the Empire arrested his parents. He ran into a thin and empty alleyway and sat down. He dug into the bag and pulled out a jogan fruit. It looked so yummy! And it was his favorite food! He bit into the purple sphere and chewed at it slowly, savoring the taste, enjoying the deliciousness of the flavor.

"Tasty!" Ezra yelped happily and hungrily.