ATLANTIS - Ninjago x Reader

- prologue

Warning: Discrimination, Blood, Murder, Knife, Dead bodies

- 1st Person

It was only an ordinary day. That's what my father and I had only intended to do. There wasn't meant to be any bloodshed or death involved, but I suppose that fate had other ideas, much to our dismay.

I grew up in a small town, along the coast of the sea, which was somewhat peaceful if you ignore the discrimination that was added when I was back to the hospital by my father.

According to my father, my mother was too overwhelmed by the fact that I was being born, and having been a person of the water, the doctors at the hospital.. they didn't put her to sleep when they cut her open to deliver me. In fact, when they saw my frills on the side of my face and the splotches of pink, pure white, yellow and almost vantablack among my [Skin Colour] skin, they even tried to choke me to death had my father not intervened.

I of course was sadenned by that fact, as I knew that my mother and I were different from the people on the human world, but we still had feelings. Emotions. And we felt pain as well, so why must they be so cruel to us.

Was it the fact our ancestors had caused mass murder upon their families, or was it just that they didn't see us as humans at all. I didn't know, neither did my father, as he would claim, but I knew that he was lying when he had said that. I could just tell by the tone of his voice and the small shuffle of his feet as I lay under the covers of my bed as a small child, holding onto the blanket that reached my brim of my nose.

"Dad.. why do the kids throw rocks at me...? Did I do something wrong..?" I had questioned, as I felt my frill hide between my sharp ears and hair in a feeling of weakness and guilt pouring through my body.

"Oh seashell, you didn't do anything wrong, the only thing wrong you did was not stand up for yourself." Dad had scolded me, pointing a finger at me sternly as his gaze hardened before softening after seeing the tears swell up in my eyes.

I had sniffles slightly, as I rubbed my eyes and nose with my fin hands. Father had ruffled my hair slightly, before sitting next to me in bed and cuddling me as if I would disappear at any moment.

"Y'know what, why don't we go to the beach for one of your parties, hm? Maybe for your twelfth birthday? It is coming quite soon." Dad had asked me, to which I had nodded eagerly.

If only I hadn't done that. If only I hadn't nodded. If only I hadn't agreed.

A knife was bought to the party by a truly evil person, with the only intent to murder me, an innocent child who had yet to learn how the world worked, and the way people would truly treat those who were different, but I suppose that was the day I had learnt that.

"Happy Birthday to you, happy Birthday to you, happy birthday dear [Name]-"

Screams. That was all I heard around the place. Ear-bleeding screams of terror, pain, fear and loss. I was scared, as I felt my frills flatten next to the side of my face, my colourful birthday hat a top my head that had gained the colour of red spots on it.

I had widened my eyes at the sight around me. A massacre, as some would say. I didn't know what it had meant when I was reading one of my favourite books, but now I had learnt what it truly meant.

I didn't feel safe at that moment, before father had picked me up and put my body over his shoulder like a bag. He then... ran. Away from all the dead bodies. Facing the way to safety. I was the one that saw all the bodies of the people who were caught in the cross-fire.

The people ranged from the elderly, to the middle-aged, to the adolescents, and to the toddlers, just laying their lifeless among the sand, their blood meeting the sea as the waves washed the red all away.

I was wailing by this point, knowing damn well I would never forget this memory, if I could even make it out alive. Father had heard my cries, and clasped his free hand over my eyes, but I knew he knew that it was too late now.

He had made it to the pier. A knife was thrown at his leg. He tripped over his own feet, as I was thrown across the wood, gaining splinters all over my body.

I heard an irritating ringing sounds in my ears. I groaned out in pain, bending my leg that had the most splinters in it and shuffling to be in a sitting position, holding onto it like a comfort plushie.

I heard rapid footsteps coming my way. I could barely look up to see what was happening, but the only thing I could see before my father just threw me into the deep, clear water was the mysterious person standing behind my father, about to slam a knife into his neck.

My body slammed against the water hard, a huge splash erupting from the contact as I felt pain course throughout my body as I screamed out, bubbles coming from my mouth.

I saw a red substance surround my vision so I had looked up, only to see a shadow of my father's body slumping over as red liquid poured out of the side his neck.

Blood.

A/n: so uh.. another one. hooray❗i was lowkey thinking of doing this for a while now and so sorry for the angsty backstory, teehee, i was just feeling a bit devious and silly today 😜 anyways, seashell is a nickname for [Name] by their father, and [Name] will grow older over the chapters so they will be about the age of their love interests, btw should i make a chapter for the love interests or not..? 👨‍🦲btw i will most likely write a few chapters to be more around [Name]'s backstory before getting to the original storyline and we're probably gonna start at 'The Island' so yeah. remember to eat food, drink water and sleep regularly, love you all 🫶

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