“And then they all…”
“Lived happily ever after,” six-year-old Ezra Bridger chirped with a gap-toothed grin.
Ephraim smiled and clicked off the datapad. “They certainly did.” He leaned forward to plant a kiss on his son’s warm little forehead. “Sweet dreams, bubbeleh.”
Ten years later, Ezra stands inside a Sith temple and raises his lightsaber to the menacing black-caped figure before him. He recalls the stories of his childhood. Kings and knights. Dragons. Evil wizards. Will there be a happy ending to his story? It doesn’t seem likely.
But if he is to die, he will do it fighting bravely.