All of Our Scars - Ninjago Conia AU FanFic

• PROLOGUE •

She sat at the edge of the building, her legs dangling, her golden hair tossed by the wind. The sky was painted in yellow, amber and gold, the clouds a soft pink and outlined in the gleaming colours by the sun. Streams of sunlight erupted through them, light rays streaming into the city. It was like the sun was setting fire to the horizon, beautiful and delicately crafted to look like an orange sea. She didn't think there could ever be something so bold, blazing and powerful, yet so calm, delicate and peaceful.

Up here she could see almost the entire city. She could watch everything - the apartments, the malls, the coffee shops, the cars, the people. It reminded her that she wasn't alone in such a big world, where the land could stretch all the way to the horizon and beyond and the sky can be painted again and again every second, the colour palette changing each time with specks of white sprayed across the canvas at night and different shades of blue every morning. The blazing orange sun slowly set, illuminating the entire city in flames yet never burning. So there she was every night, sitting at the edge of a building, watching the sunset until the fiery orb was completely gone, replaced by mist and ribbons of moonlight, flecks of stars splattered on the dark night sky while the moon hung there, draped in fog.

It was a simple escape. From life, from sadness, from herself. Everytime she goes up the building it could be to jump - but instead it's to stay with her only friends as she didn't want them being lonely without her, since no-one else gave them as much attention as she did. The sun and the moon. They were always there for her, except from the moon, who would sometimes disappear into the darkness. But she knew it was still there, not visible but the presence known. And as easily as it was to just push off and jump, she knew she couldn't let her two friends down and leave them like everyone else had in her life. She didn't want to disappoint them. If she jumped she would be a hypocrite. She would leave her friends, just as she had sworn she would never do when her mother left her, followed by her father, her friends and anyone and anything she had ever cared about.

For her, life wasn't worth living. She had nothing and had lost everything. The only thing keeping her here is her deepest promise, as she was a honest girl who stays true to her word. It felt like she was bound to eternal sadness, cursed to feel pain forever. But a promise was a promise, and she was trapped in her life of anger and misery. She had lost all hope someone would arrive and help, pull her out of the deep dark water. All they would do is leave her, and she would be left alone again, another piece of her heart chipped off, another bandage used to patch it up. 

But Vania knew she would soon run out.

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He hated being alone. 

It was a terrible feeling, but it was still a feeling he had known for the majority of his life. His mother was dead, his father had left and he was left to live alone in his little apartment in Ninjago city. He had friends, only one to be exact, but they barely ever visited him.

He wanted to run away, but there was nothing to run away from and nothing to run to. All his life he's been running from his troubles. His demons. His nightmares. Maybe there was something wrong with him. Nothing he did mattered, and nothing mattered to him. But he wanted things to. He wanted to be able to feel, to be able to care, to be able to look after someone who could look after him back. To be able to find someone who loved him. Someone who could fix him. Fix everything about him - his mind, his thoughts, his heart. Because he needed fixing. He was completely broken, tired, the last of the fuel burning out.

Yet he was terrified. He was scared. He didn't want to die - not just yet. Not when he still had to find someone, complete his life's mission and fix the big, empty, gaping hole in his heart. He wasn't ready to die. He needed to fix his life, picking everything up piece by piece. And as absurd as, it was he knew he still had years left for him, but he also knew he was slowly descending to madness; insanity. Eighteen years of being alone has worn him out, his energy ebbing away with his soul.

And Cole was afraid.

A/N So like I said in the intro, this book will probably have REALLY SLOW updates. I'm really really sorry about that. If worst comes to worse I'll end up making this a One Shot book. I guess the prologue came out okay, but it still feels really bad, so let me know if you even want more. Anyways, byeeeee.