𝕊𝕚𝕩 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤 | Ninjago Villain AU

I - An Arrow

Fiery red hair is tucked behind a pierced ear, the rest of it fixed into a messy ponytail. Lipstick is not bothered with today, nor are the lashes. This is an important mission, and there's no time for makeup. Tar black gloves are pulled onto bruised hands, and boots the same color are slipped on. A cloak engulfs around the body, and now Skylor just needs her sword.

Skylor has been planning this for months. It'd need to be full proof, of course, and well thought out plans have to take a while to be full proof. 

Skylor groans. "Where did I put it?" she asks quietly to herself. She rubs her temples, thinking back to the late evening. How could a sharp piece of steel be so hard to find? 

It takes Skylor ten minutes in total to find her sword. She looks under the bed, the sofa, the table, in the bathroom, and in the bathroom.

And yet, she ends up finding the golden-handled object in her bed's blankets.

Whatever the case is for finding it there, and how tired she was last night, Skylor doesn't stay questioning it for very long. She  straps it onto her belt, and hides it behind her long, soft cloak.  

Skylor makes sure to leave her place completely dark. Every candle and lantern is put out, not a single flame left burning. She didn't like the fire, anyways. Ever since that day, someone had truly ruined fire's beauty for her.

A thin, old door is quietly opened revealing to Skylor the moonlight that brightens the night, and a pirate ship aloof the clouds. The sea is restless, the crash of waves in the distance. Wind comes in gusts towards true north, and mocks the leaves on the trees. Before Skylor, there is a long street of houses similar to hers, organized on one side or the other of a freshly paved road. But she doesn't walk down that road, rather entering the yard and walking very directly to the overwhelmingly big Island Palace.

It rained last night and is bound to be raining again, but Skylor ignores the muddy foundation of the soggy and sticky grass. She lets it slosh to the wrath of her tall black boots, her persistence in her steps. She stomps on the mud, swaying it in large leaps behind her.

Skylor can't help but have a tingly sort of feeling on her way up there. Will this even work? she asks herself internally repeatedly on the way there. She keeps reassuring herself, however, and makes the hill the palace is atop.

The palace is beautiful. It was once hers, in fact. Although, it'd gotten some renovations since it was taken. It is much taller, half the height of the large Borg Tower. Many more chambers had been added to the original floors, too. The exterior was mix of red gold and black, delicately decorated from the lowest depths dirtied by the ground to the highest peak which birds often linger on. 

The concrete walls guarding the palace are dense and thick, decorated by murals and graffiti. The walls-- by the folk of the empire-- are often called the walls of dreams, for most depict a world in which is not divided. A world that wasn't very long ago, actually. And yet, things were so sudden for everybody. Everybody except those who divided Ninjago, of course. Monsters, really. To think Skylor had once looked at some of them, and didn't even think much of them.

Never mind the murals, though. Skylor needs to get over those walls themselves, and they're not friendly ones. It's no wonder there aren't any guards there.