A group of kids protect the city called Ninjago city. Keeping thugs at bay and masterminds, snakes, evil warlords and more. Though they strive to protect the city and it's people, though they neglect their power and forget to think about the cities...
A small girl wandered around Jamaniki village, staring up at the people who swerved around her. They stopped to stare at her, and trade whispers with their companions. Though the little girl didn't seem to notice.
She just walked through the village, going wherever her tiny feet took her. She padded along, stopping only once to pick up a shiny rock she found, and even then she continued on her seemingly endless journey.
She shied away from people wearing white, but seemed to be fine around others, her wild, untamed Afro bobbing. She regarded people with cold black eyes, full of curiosity and wonder.
The townsfolk whispered and wondered about the child, but they didn't do anything. They didn't try to talk to her or ask where her parents were, they didn't even alert the few authorities they had wandering around, they just stared, and she stared back.
Her tawny skin shined in the sun and her eyes glinted with none of the malice they would soon hold.
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The little girl, now at the age of sixteen, walked along the streets of another, larger village. People stared, and she stared back, her gaze colder and darker then it had been year prior.
people whispered, she glared, people averted their eyes, she glared. The thick dreadlocks her hair was confined to thumped against her back and her black boots thumped against the cobblestones.
She walked past house after house, not looking at them, for she had taken this short trip day after day, and knew it by heart. For her heart had a special place for what was waiting at the end of the walk.
People around her ran the way she was walking, yelling to one another, talking of the police and an ambulance. She paid them no mind, until she came upon the house she was walking too.
Sirens glared, people yelled, people cried. The girls eyes widened, for once showing her fear, for once showing that she really cared.
She sprinted up to a police officer who was speaking to another officer.
"What happened?" She asked, staring at him, the red and blue lights dancing in her dark eyes.
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"This house was robbed."
"Whats with the ambulances?" She asked, peeking to the two trucks stock full of paramedics.
"Two injuries one death." He said solemnly, and gazed at a stretcher, which held a body with a tarp over it.
"Who?" She asked, staring at it and praying silently to herself
"The oldest Adam's girl." He shook his head. "That kid was a good one."
The girls eyes widened and she choked back a sob. She rushed to the stretcher and peeled back the tarp, just enough so she could see the face.
Sure enough, there lay the oldest Adam's girl, Ramona.
The girl gasped and she immediately threw the cover back onto the lifeless face as she cried more than she had in ten years.
"A-O?"
She turned around on her legs which felt like jelly, and found the face of Ramona's dad, Mr. Adam's.
He rushed to her side and enveloped her in a hug, their own tears running down each of their faces.
"What h-what happened?"
"Some asshole broke into our house." He said, still sobbing, pulling away from the girl. "They shot Ramona and Cindy."
Cindy was Mr. Adam's wife.
"The officer said there were two injuries." She said, while trying to keep the tarp out of her line of sight.
"Corben broke his nose when he tripped, trying to run, but he should be fine." Mr. Adam's said, gazing heartbroken at the tarp. "How could I have let this happen?"
The girl wrapped her arm around the man and guided him towards his other two children. She then left, and walked away from the village. And away from her dead girlfriend, not daring to look back.
