to rule the world | a ninjago au

epilogue

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"Oh, please, the boy's tougher than you think." Their sister insisted, her long fingers stretching over the golden chalice in front of her. "You all think too little of them."

Their eldest brother shook his head, the golden tint of his body shining too bright. "Now, Roi, you know how much faith I have in their kind. I do believe in their power, of course. Our littlest was quite clever with that, wasn't he?"

"You give him too much credit. You do not monitor them all the time." intoned the eldest's twin sister, shaking her head. The shadows around her danced like a veil, hiding her eyes from view.

"And yet they succeed," muttered their brother bitterly. "As a result of which, I suffer."

"That was your fault for leaving mortality behind, I fear." the eldest sister replied knowingly.

The others murmured their assent or disagreement, but they weren't concerned with this. This was a trivial matter their seven siblings had discussed a thousand times before, in many different forms, over the course of one of many wars they'd watched over. Why was this one so important? It was not unlike the others. There was death. There was blood. There was silence. They slipped away from the table, leaving the extravagant courtyard. Their newest favourite spot was nearby, and none of their siblings had found this one yet, so they wound through the forest, exhaling softly in the quiet. Some sort of animal bounded by over a brook, sniffing at a bush of berries. Their head cocked, watching the stupid creature nose about the obviously poisonous food. They stepped forwards, placing their foot on the neck of the animal, and heard the crack of its neck in the echo of their footsteps as they proceeded further into the forest.

They were nearly there when they halted in the middle of the forest, the usual chill of the forest dropping further. A fizzing noise came from their right, within a copse of trees where a large dead creature had laid for many weeks. Perhaps it had been years. They weren't quite sure. They slipped into the copse of trees, greeted by a strange sight. An oval, perfectly suspended mid air, ringed with gold, showed them a life cut out of a different world. One wrought with destruction.

They put a hand through - a hand not of flesh, but of something else that resembled smoke that never stayed in place. The hand wrenched the portal open a sliver more, enough for more smoke to pour through.

"Oh, I see," said the voice that was behind the hand, "This is where Poino tried to rule the world."