𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ❀ 𝐂. 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 ➁

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘

𝐕𝐈𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄

It's been five months since then. I, officially a Ninja, dove straight into my work as a hero of Ninjago. I began helping the others with missions, which included a lot of robberies, small car chases, and plenty of prison escapees. I kept my promise to Cole and aided them in their previous search for the missing Master Wu— with no signs of him. It was disappointing to all of us; they worried for their teacher and paternal figure, while I worried I was never going to meet the man the others looked up to so much.

In all honesty, I was terrified to meet him. I constantly wondered if he would accept me as quickly as the others had, and accept me into their "family."

Speaking of which, I had wonderful relationships with everyone already. I'd gotten to know them immensely since I moved in. I'd say I was close to each of them at different personal levels.

Nya and I, being the only girls, talked on and on about girl problems and gossiped endlessly. We spent a lot of time together, and recently she's been teaching me how to build and weld (SHE EVEN MADE ME MY OWN BIKE!). We bonded over both our similarities and our differences. She taught me how to use a katana. She taught me a lot about being a Ninja and what being a hero meant. I taught her things, too. She was very surprised to learn I only had my period once a year. With all the genetic roadblocks of my powers, the scientists had chosen to decrease the amount of time I bled, so I wasn't detained when I should have been testing. It was both a blessing and a curse, I'd decided.

Kai kept to his vow and became my adoptive older brother. He surprised me, really. As much of a moron as he could be, I never would have guessed that he could actually be really supportive and caring. I have panic attacks a little too often than I should, and every time he would be the one to notice something was wrong and come to comfort me. He also backed me up in a lot of arguments with Jay and Lloyd, and liked to be on my team for Super Smash Bros. He was a good older brother.

Speaking of Jay, me and him didn't click as quickly as I did with the others. He was a little more hesitant about me, but I assumed it was just because he was intimidated by my powers. Turns out I was right. A week after I became part of the team, he admitted that he was just cautious of me and what I could do. I really couldn't blame him, of course. My abilities were a little scary. We liked to play Uno together and we constantly made fun of Cole, who I found out was BFFs with the master of Lightning. Jay taught me how to play Super Smash Bros, and was very surprised when I picked it up instantly and started mopping the floor with him. Let's just say he and I have weekly tournaments.

Zane, as quiet as he could be sometimes, was just as chaotic as the rest of them. Though slightly more civilized and educated, the robot-ninja (sorry, Jay told me it was 'nindroid') was clearly influenced by his brothers' bad examples and most often participated in the trouble. I liked to join him as he cooked dinner each night-- there was something peaceful about the air when he stirred the pot of stew, humming a quiet song to himself. He never heard when I accidentally dropped the small throwing knife I was fidgeting with, or when I tried to ask him a question. He was in the zone. He'd started to teach me a lot about cooking, and now I was able to fix up the basic meal. Zane, knowing how little I was aware of the world and how it worked, would give me short lessons on the history of Ninjago and everything that pertains to modern life. It was very helpful, except for when Kai came in and completely corrupted the lessons (that's how I learned about swear words).

Lloyd became a very close friend of mine. As the leader, he found it his responsibility to be on good terms with me, and strived so conversations wouldn't be awkward. Of course, I didn't give him a hard time at all. After only a few weeks of talking with the boy and bonding over our difficult (and tortured) lives, I began to think of him as a little brother. He was Nya's age-- so a year younger than me-- but he was already a Master. I thought he needed to be given a break from the expectations shown to the boy, so when we hung out, I'd try to ignore the fact that we were Ninja. He'd missed out on his entire childhood-- his life sped up a few years in just a few seconds. I liked to go to the local candy shop with him (that's how I found out he loves candy) and do childish things with him. We went roller skating down in the outskirts of Ninjago City, and played tons of pranks on the others. Since we were both blondes, and both had the same childish energy, Jay started to call us the Twins.

Then of course, was Cole. We seemed to spend the majority of our time together. We shared details about our lives we never thought we'd tell anyone. We bonded over the smallest things. He continued to train me as a Ninja, and taught me how to use my powers like the rest of them did. He wanted to teach me Spinjitzu, and he was convinced I was very close to achieving the style of fighting. When we weren't training together, we were usually hanging out in his room. He introduced me to music, and this app called Spotify. He quickly converted me into a fan of rock and indie music, which were apparently his favorite. Cole gave me lessons on the electric guitar. I was decent at it, to both of our surprise.

Oneria had been-- Oh... had I not mentioned that, yet?

There has been a new and very important development in my life, as well. I now have a Dream Spirit living in my mind. After my official initiation as a Ninja, I'd heard a voice in my head. I now knew that it was the one and only Oneria-- the Dream. When I'd defeated her brother, Arioch, a few months ago, she'd been reincarnated. With my powers now stronger than ever, she was finally able to connect with me-- and communicate with me. She'd been very helpful in battles and the like, telling me what attack to use and when to duck. She was the Spirit of Dream, after all. She could see into the future. Oneria and I had conversations, as well. When I couldn't sleep (which was every night-- even with Arioch gone, my nightmares were unbearable), Oneria would keep me occupied by talking to me. She was very nice, and now one of my closest friends.

As the weeks went on, we got more and more desperate in our search for Sensei Wu. We began splitting up across the world, going to every village and every town, scouting for any sign of the bearded man. At the same time, we'd take calls for missions and rescues as they came in.

Which leads us to the current time. We had just gotten a call about a museum robbery, and Lloyd and I were on our way to check it out.