Natasha hadn't moved from her spot for a few minutes. She took off her boots and socks to dry off, along with herself; while she was uncomfortable all over, walking back with soggy socks and shoes would be the worst of it.
She thought back on her cousin's words. Out of all the stupid things he said the entire fight—with both her and Nya—the one about her parents was the only bit of truth.
Why did she fight him for the sword? The ninjas meant nothing to her, and that included Nya; it didn't help that she was becoming one of them. Wu and Misako, even less. All of them contributed to the reason why the ninjas were no heroes.
The entire exchange made her recall the memory. She'd strangle Ronin for bringing it up if she could.
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A young Natasha, twelve years old, tied her hair up in a high ponytail. She then clipped a white bow onto the tie, adjusting it in front of a mirror.
"Ya mamita." A rather short woman with thigh-length platinum blonde hair walked over to the girl, placing her hands on both her shoulders. "Te ves bien bonita." Half of her hair were extensions.
She looked up at her, a small smile crossing her face. "Gracias mamá."
"¡Che, Natalia!" a man called from the other room. "¿Sos lista o qué?"
"Estoy esperando para vos, tonto," she replied with a playful roll of her eyes. "Yo y la nena estamos listas ya."
A man rushed out of the room for a moment, gently ruffling his chestnut brown hair to sort of lessen the gel. "Ayúdame con la maleta, entonces. Natasha, coge mi celular y llama a tu abuela. Decíle que vamos a llegar un poco tarde."
The little blonde nodded, scurrying over to her father's phone. "Dale."
Her mother returned to the bedroom with him, the sounds of unzipping, folding, and silly banter heard. She opened his phone and looked for her grandmother's contact.
Natasha stared out the window as the phone rang. She rested her chin on her palm, waiting patiently.
"Buenos días, Sergio."
"¡Hola abuela!"
"¡Preciosa!" The lady's voice was cheerful at the sound of her granddaughter. "¿Cómo te va?"
"Bien, abuela. Mi papá dijo que vamos a llegar un poco tarde."
"Ay, como siempre. Pero vos estás lista para venir, ¿sí?"
As she was looking out the window, the blonde saw something in the distance. It was odd, and... slithering? Crawling?
Whatever it was, it was enormous. And it was headed straight for Ninjago City.
"¿Querida? ¿Me escuchas?"
The thing kept getting closer. It was when it lifted its head that Natasha saw bright, pink eyes and dark green, unbreakable scales.
The Great Devourer had begun its attack on the city with a chomp of a tall building.
"Abuela..." the girl said, her higher voice trembling just a bit. "Tengo miedo."
"¿Por qué?" Her grandmother was now worried. "¿Qué pasó mija?"
She heard the very muffled screaming of the citizens as the horrifying beast crashed through the streets. Everything happened so fast.
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Ivory's Homecoming ► Ninjago
FanfictionIvory Series » Book 1 Natasha de la Pena honestly thought her life couldn't get more... irritating. As a girl who spoke almost nothing but her native language ever since moving to Ninjago City, lost her parents to the devastating attack of the Grea...
