A/N: I am going to keep my Original Up for who knows how long, people are still reading it apparently…but I am gonna oh, I don't know. Rewrite it so that it flows better? Please R&R!

Prologue: We aren't in Kansas anymore…

I wanted to whack him in the back of the head. What part of don't get caught did you not understand!? I glanced around fervently, trying to figure out if we had a fellow rebel that wasn't quite as well known as me nearby.

I didn't mean to get caught kid! Do something! A deep male voice spoke up in the back of my mind. Maybe if I was still the average street rat on the street, I would be freaking out that I just heard a voice in my head, but I had made the mistake of trying to rob the cowboy that the stormtroopers were marching down the street not that long ago. Funny really, how life choices can change everything for the better of for the worst. That decision had led me to learn that I was force sensitive and I started my illegal Jedi training shortly afterwards.

Swallowing hard, I eyed the white clad soldiers for ten seconds. Just long enough for a vague idea on how to save my companion to form. Breaking at a sprint, I ran to through the crowded streets, heading straight to them. "Help! I can't find my dad!" Not a lie…I haven't seen either of my parents for the past seven years. "Dad!? Can you hear me!?" I think I got panicked teen son down pat.

Kid…what are you up to?

I ignored his voice as I latched my eyes on the stormtroopers once again, pretending to just notice them. "Oh good! Soldiers! You've got to help me! I can't find my dad anywhere and Mom is expecting us to be home soon!" I reached out, grabbing the buckethead that was in the rear by the arm.

His helmeted head tipped down, signaling that he was looking at me. "Sorry kid. We have a very important prisoner that we need to take in for questioning." He stepped to the side to gesture to my friend that was more like a father figure to me.

I brightened up as I recognized the rough looking cowboy. "That's my dad! He's no criminal!"

You do remember that according to the law… I am a very dangerous criminal!? Well, someone was being negative all of a sudden!

"Our intel tells us that this is a very dangerous Jedi named Kanan Jarrus. He is plotting against the Emperor." One of the others spoke somewhat smugly.

I was surely tempted to insist that he was my dad…and that I was helping him plot against the Sith lord that ruled the galaxy, but that might be counterproductive. So instead, I waved my hands slowly in front of me and carefully pronounced each word that left my lips. "He is my father… you have the wrong man. He just looks like Kanan Jarrus. His name is… Kanan Specter!"

That was the worst attempt at a Jedi Mind Trick I have ever seen. I felt annoyance flare up inside me when Kanan critiqued what I was doing. Come on…it'll still work. They're a bunch of bucketheads! They don't even know what a Jedi Mind Trick is!

The stormtroopers, in an eerie perfect unison way, quoted back what it was that I had told them while waving my hand, releasing their prisoner…who was the man they claimed him to be. I should know, I am his Padawan after all. Once he had been realized, Kanan seized me by my upper arm, walking briskly away from the dazed men. "Thank you for helping us to get back to each other! We really must get going now!"

Once we were certain we were far enough away…we ran. Hard. Whipping around into a dark alleyway that I knew off, I nearly jerked him off his feet. "My plan worked…thanks for the vote of confidence."

Kanan scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest. "You could have warned me. At least a little. I could have made it more believable if I started panicking about my so called son being in the crowd."

It was now my turn to roll my eyes. "Sure. I wasn't exactly kidding about the mom waiting for us thing. Hera called a retreat awhile back. We're the last ones to respond most likely."

"What?! Why didn't you say anything!?" I bit back a laugh upon seeing Kanan completely lose it. Whirling around, he peered out of the alleyway and back onto the street. "The way is clear. We have to get to the Ghost now." Well, he was back being the cool and collected leader he is known for being.

Ezra… I froze, startled about the unfamiliar young, possibly feminine voice calling my name. "Um..? Kanan? Did you hear that?" Silence fell, even as everything that was being lit up by the multicolored fireworks went pitch dark. "Kanan!?" I yelled, half expecting to feel his strong and steady hand land on my shoulder. It never happened.

Instead, a small child, no higher than my knee, appeared out of the darkness, walking slowly towards me. I am bored Ezra. Let's play a game…shall we?

A shiver rippled down my back as I took an involuntary step back. The mystery voice was coming from the kid. And I don't know any kids! "Who are you?"

My name is Amelia…but you may call me Lia. I wondered vaguely if either of those names was supposed to mean something to me. The only one that was ringing a bell was the fact Lia sounded the same as Leia, Princess of Aldeeran and Intelligent Officer for the Rebellion.

Hmm. I never thought much about that detail before. Are you ready to play my game?

I frowned, suddenly wondering if she were force sensitive. Why else would she know what I was thinking? "What game?"

You want to be a Jedi…do you not? I nodded nervously, tensing as she appeared to brighten. Good. Then you'll love this game. It's called don't let the Jedi figure out that you are from the future. And it begins…now!

Suddenly everything went white…blindingly so. Pain surged up my entire body, as if a thousand lightsabers were being shoved into me at the same time. A cry of alarm and pain tore from my lips right before everything cleared up.

Once I could regain my bearings, I instinctively started to scan the area for any signs of Amelia. She was nowhere in sight. A soft sigh slipped out, even as I noted that I appeared to still be in the same alleyway that Kanan and I were using to hide from the bucketheads. That was when I noticed something off. Way off. Kanan wasn't there. At all. Panic began to build up as I scanned the area. Berating myself for not doing this earlier, I stretched out, brushing against my force bond with him…only to come up against a faint barely there as if he had died or something strand instead of the strong one that we had recently formed.

"Kanan?" I whispered softly, hoping that he would answer. When none came, I glanced at my watch to see that the strange force vision, for that was what it was, right?, hadn't even lasted a minute. Maybe thirty seconds give or take.

Whirling around, I rushed out of the alleyway to find myself standing on a much busier street than the parade and firework crowded one on Lothal that was supposed to be outside of the alleyway. Pressing a hand against the cold steel wall of the building next to me, steel not brick, I took a few deep breaths. Ok…maybe not a vision. What did that strange girl do to me!?

A/N: This is the only chapter that will have two A/Ns. This time around…no Voya. Sorry folks. The whole other civilization was too much work and took away from the plot. Instead… it's just Amelia. Ezra also didn't pass out this time around! Though he is confused and already knows that he is no longer on Lothal. Next chapter he will find out exactly where…and when. Maybe. Not sure how soon he will piece everything together to realize that the so called game is for real now.

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