Hello! And welcome to my first Star Wars fan-fiction, "Star Wars: A Dragon's Fire"! I am so excited to write this! I've had this character since I was eight years old, which I'm almost seventeen now. And since Rebels had just came out, and it's absolutely brilliant, I wanted to use my very first original character into a story based on Rebels! (She was originally suppose to take place in the original trilogy, that's why the character is so old and doesn't match with the Rebels because it only came out this year. ) Anyways, I hope you enjoy this first chapter and I may or may not continue this, it all depends on you for the readers are the strongest voice. Alright, here we go!

*The only character I own is Alexandra Dragon and her parents. Everything else Star Wars belongs to George Lucas and Lucas Films...and (shudders) Disney.

A figure came out of the shadows of the night, lagging behind another person who had just walked past. It returned to the shadows when the person turned to look over his shoulder. When he saw nothing, he continued on but more cautiously. The figure in the black cloak wall-jumped silently to the roof tops, keeping low and against the edge, watching the person's every move. Light blue eyes glared distastefully at the glisten of a all too familiar weapon concealed under the man's clothes. Like if the figure weighed nothing, it jumped down to the ground behind the man. Not a sound was made. Crouching close to the ground, the figure inched closer to the man.

When the man turned around at the slightest sound of a scuff, a red beam hissed out of the figure's tubular weapon, going straight through his chest. He gurgled a groan of agony, feeling the beam melt his insides. He fell down to ground once the blade was extracted, dead. The figure bent down and looted the body, taking the weapon similar to its own and a golden box. Its head shot up at the sound of the doors of the houses before disappearing into a puff of smoke.

The last thing that rang through the night was the sound of a single pilot Starfighter take off.

The figure pulled down its black hood at the humming noise that came to its ears. Quickly, it set coordinates to its next target's reading...Lothal.

"I've got another one...aren't you proud of me?"

Ezra paced back and forth, and rather impatiently. He was supposed to meet Zeb to get more of a weapons stock pile, kind of like when he first met the team of rebels. His job was to report anything going wrong while Zeb, along with Kanan as soon as Sabine gives them the signal…a giant explosion that can be heard in the entire city. Easy, right? Not even close. You see, Ezra couldn't remember exactly where he was to join Zeb…he was too busy complaining in his head that he had to watch the team get a bunch of dumb crates when he could be training for the ways of the Force. He just hoped that Hera said that he was supposed to be here…

He let out a relieved sigh when he saw Zeb come around the many corners of the market place. They made eye contact and Zeb sent him a sort nod, Ezra sending one back. They went their separate yet same route, meeting again just before the extraction point. With a helpful boost from Zeb, Ezra climbed onto a nearby building's rooftop. He got into position and pulled his energy slingshot back, aiming for a Storm Trooper's head that was about to intervene with Sabine.

Right before he shot the trooper, the familiar whistling of the Force came to his ears, distracting him. He gazed around, trying to follow the sense. His eyes narrowed to see something lurking in the shadows, near where Kanan was positioned. Ezra's head began to ache, the sensing was so strong. He saw the person come out of the shadows, heading straight for Kanan. His eyes widened to see the person reach for something under their black cloak. Panicked, Ezra aimed his sling shot at the person and fired. He was astonished to see that the person dodged the projectile, and then slink back into the shadows where it came.

"What was that for?" Ezra heard from his com. It was Kanan. "You nearly shot me!"

Ezra made a nervous chuckle. "Sorry…but there was this—"

"Ezra, you can tell me later…just make sure that we get the crates, okay? That payment from those weapons will feed us and fuel the Ghost for a month."

"Alright…" Ezra huffed. He returned to his position. His sights returned to Sabine, relieved to see that she was able to get the Storm Trooper to leave her alone. Every once and awhile, he caught himself glancing towards the shadows where he felt a presence thanks to his sensitivity to the Force. And where that person was…if it was a person. It could have easily been a synthetic droid. But…that Force signal definitely came from the hooded figure so there was no way it was a droid.

Ezra snapped out of his thoughts to the sound of an explosion and all he could see was a tower of black smoke. A smirk formed on his face. "Good job as always, Sab…" He jumped down from the roof and into the panicked crowd below. Now all he needed to do was to rejoin Zeb and Kanan then pick up Sabine so they could hightail it out of there. He weaved through the crowd, trying his best to get to his group at the rendezvous point, at least if their planned route for the supplies hadn't been changed.

Right on cue, Kanan's stolen Imperial speeder with the precious cargo came at the crosswalks, slowing down so that Ezra could hop on. Ezra leaped to the speeder, landing right on one of the crates. In the corner of his eye, he saw Imperial Troopers follow on their own speeders. Quickly, he fired his energy sling shots, making the Troopers nearly fall off their speeder. They swerved, trying to keep control of their vehicle. This gave Ezra and Kanan the perfect advantage, speeding off far ahead of the Troopers.

"So…what was that thing you wanted to tell me earlier?" Kanan asked.

"There was this person that was sneaking up on you earlier. That's why I fired my sling shot. Kanan…I…I sensed something from them."

"Sensed?" Kanan repeated. There was a demanding tone in his voice. "What do you mean, "sensed"?"

Ezra shook his head. "I…don't know." He flinched.

Kanan's eyebrow raised, seeing Ezra's flinch in the corner of his eye. "Something wrong, kid?"

"Yeah…just getting a…" Ezra's eyes widened when he heard the droning of the Force again. "…Headache."

Suddenly, the speeder toppled over, throwing Kanan and Ezra off of it. It was like it was pushed but there was no one, or anything, by them that could do that. Kanan quickly got off the ground and helped Ezra up. "You alright?"

Ezra nodded. A sharp pain erupted in his skull, he gripped onto it, letting out a soft groan. "I take it back. It's getting worse…"

Kanan grabbed him, placing him on the speeder after lifting it back up from the ground. "Get to the Ghost. I'll get Zeb to pick me up."

"You sure?"

Kanan nodded. "You can still drive, right?"

"Yep."

"Good. Now get going. I bet Hera can find something for your headache."

Ezra smiled. "I hope so…it's killin' me." He sped off, leaving Kanan behind. He knew that Zeb was close by so there was no reason to worry for him. But the further he went; it seemed the hum of the Force hadn't left him. Now he definitely knew that it was the reason for the headache. He wished he told Kanan that he was being sensitive to the Force, but he wasn't sure. Besides, if he sensed something Force-related, Kanan should have, too.

He looked up and gasped, slamming on the speeder's breaks.

In front of him was the person in the black cloak from earlier. Their hood was up, shadowing the persons' face from him. The person was blocking his only out.

"Uh…hi."

No response.

"Um…yeah. I'm a bit of in a hurry so could you please move?"

The person didn't move a muscle.

Ezra could hear the sound of Imperial speeders come his way. "I really need you to move."

They still didn't move.

Nervously, Ezra watched the Imperial speeders come into his view, blocking a possible escape route. "Come on, please, I need you to—" When he saw that the person wouldn't budge, he sighed and jumped off of the speeder. He detached the crates and put them in anti-gravity, making them float. He turned and made a started yelp to see the person stand right next to him. "Jeez! You're going to give me a heart attack!"

The Force sense suddenly pulsed through him, much stronger than before. He was right, the sense he felt was this person. He spun around when he heard the Imperial speeders came right behind him, stopping and the Troopers dismounted.

They pointed their guns at them. "Halt! You are under arrest!"

Ezra growled and brought up his sling shot, ready to fire the Storm Trooper. He gasped when a blaster fired at him.

But death nor pain came.

He looked up, opening his eyes hesitantly. His eyes widened when the person was standing in front of him, an all too familiar weapon in one of their hands, the beam red.

"…A Lightsaber?"

There you go! The very first chapter! Please let me know what you think! I'm not sure if I'll keep this series going or not. Star Wars is probably the hardest thing to write for...

Anywho, see you later! Bye bye!