Silver Soul | Ninjago x Reader

🤍 In the beninging 🤍 (REWRITTEN)

Your POV

OG chapter written on Nov 20, 2023

Rewritten chapter written on August 24, 2024

Age: 10

REWRITTEN CHAPTER BELOW

"Dumb girl!"

You were crouched against the brick wall of a dark, musty alley. Four boys stood in front of you, all around your age. Mainly older, though.

You were beaten up, bruises scattered all over your body. You weren't scared of the pain, You attempted to stand up again, only to be kicked in the stomach, causing you to double over.

The escape from the orphanage was still fresh in your mind. The cool breeze of the night in Ninjago tangled your hair, refreshing your senses. Stealing was all you could do, and you had never been caught, until now. You had stolen some money from an all-boys orphanage, but four of them, probably sneaking out, caught you.

You hid the money in a forest and ran until you got cornered.

Another punch was aimed your way, but you blocked it with your forearm. You got two more blows in return.

You felt a sharp pang in your head, and you suddenly pushed them all back with a powerful wave of light. It emitted from your raised hands, and you didn't know how you caused it.

"Freak!" One of the boys got up first and spat onto the ground, his fist raised to punch you again.

A figure, walking past the front of the alley, noticed the muffled commotion and walked to where you were cornered.

"Bummer! Let's go!" one of the boys whispered to the others. They ran off.

You stood in your spot, biting your lip hard to stop yourself from crying out in pain. You glanced to the side at the figure. An old man with a conical hat straw and a walking stick of bamboo stopped to curiously gaze at you.

You sniffed and didn't move, waiting for him to do something.

"You are injured," he stated softly, not wanting to scare you off by approaching you.

You refused to approach him, distrust clear in your e/c eyes. The old man observed you with concern and care.

"You are not a freak," he said, making you shift in your spot at his words.

"You know what I am?" you asked, speaking for the first time in days. Your voice was soft and timid. You stood up straighter, ignoring the stinging pain along your body. "Who are you?"

The old man nodded slightly. "My name is Wu. I can train you to master your powers and become a ninja."

"... a ninja?" you whispered, wondering what that was. You confusedly stared down at your hands, which were normal looking to you.

"A warrior of meticulous skill and persistence. Trained in the arts of stealth, stamina, and virtue."

You still had no idea what it meant. But you knew you would be trained to fight for yourself, and control your weird magic.

So you went, and Wu did what he said he would. It was a struggle, but you'd gotten the hang of fighting and defense. You never had a problem figuring out Wu's riddles from his lesson book.

Six years you trained in the art of a ninja and Spinjitzu. Six years you served under Sensei Wu's eyes. Six years you learned to grow up.

Sensei Wu explored your elemental power with you through long periods of time. It was the power of healing and protection. It appeared as a silver mist, and it looked like magic (because it was).

Your eyes turned silver when you used your power, but nothing bad happens when you use it. Except for extreme fatigue and a headache, maybe a nose bleed. It's not so bad after you kept practicing.

You knew your parents weren't dead. After infiltrating your first orphanage five years after living as a ninja, you found files about yourself.

And you set off for your mission to find your parents, flying through every realm you could.

But you came back after a year.

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OG CHAPTER BELOW if anyone was curious abt it

You trudged along a dirt road, alone. Several people ran past the girl and didn't stop to look by or help.

The escape from the orphanage was still fresh in your mind. Right in the middle of the night, you were outside for hours. You never stopped running. Never. 

You were found in the forest, crying, alone and in the middle of nowhere. 

The moment a lady from the orphanage picked you up, a strong gust of wind nearly blew you out of her hands.

And you left the one place you never really called 'home'.

You took a break from walking/running and sat under the shade of a huge mountain. You ceased to cry a few hours ago. When the sun rose. 

Footsteps to your left make you look up slowly. An old man with a conical hat straw and a walking stick stopped to curiously gaze at you. 

You sniffed and didn't move, waiting for him to do something.

"What is a young child like you doing out here alone?" Sensei Wu walked a little closer.

You refused to approach him, distrust clear in your e/c eyes.

"Come, I will provide you with care and a home."

You were desperate, and hungry, so of course you went.

Six years you trained in the art of a ninja and Spinjitzu. Six years you served under Sensei Wu's eyes. Six years you learned to grow up.

Sensei Wu discovered your elemental power after a long period of time. It was the power of healing and protection. It appeared as a silver mist, and it looked like magic (because it was).

Your eyes turned silver when you used your power, but nothing bad happens when you use it. Except for extreme fatigue and a headache, maybe a nose bleed. It's not so bad ;)

You knew your parents weren't dead. After infiltrating the orphanage five years after living as a ninja, you found files about yourself.

And you set off for your mission to find your parents. 

But you came back after a year.

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