The Island Princess

Chapter 21. Fire is friendly

{Location: Isla 0}(Violet's POV)

Something feels off.

I feel my eyes open only to still not see anything. I know where am I am.

Not too far away, I hear a man snickering, "Happy to be back?" Chen's voice breaks into snickers.

I reply with a responds a bit on the vulgar side.

"What? DO you hate me or something?"

"Yes. A lot."

"Why?" He sounds like he's playing innocent. "Whatever could I have done to bring such wrath?"

I pull myself up, gripping the bars, "Seriously?"

"Seriously," He sips a drink loudly.

"You took me away from MY daughter, lock me in a cage because you knew there was a curse that I didn't know about, practically ignore me unless you have a temper tantrum and that's all in the last few years." I feel my lips curling up.

"Yeah. So?"

"You honestly don't care about the people you stomp on."

He jumps to his feet, stomping loudly and scaring me, "Oh please." He holds something in his arms, "You've had power your entire life." ZZIP! A loud buzz rings in my ear as I am lifted into the air then slammed into a wall. "What do you have to complain about?" My cell becomes increasingly cold, "I'm the victim here."

I cough, "H-how are you doing that?"

"Oh, this precious little gemstone that I found." The elemental heart. My power. He has it. All to drive me more insane then he is. Chen slams his fist against the bars, his voice becoming louder, "HA HA! I LOVE THIS! How can you ever stopped yourself from not using this all the time?"

I clean my ears as I picture him staring at the elemental heart like he's in love with it. "Because I'm a real human being that doesn't like shoving whatever kind of power I have in other people's faces."

He growls, the cage door unlocks and I'm pushed back against the wall, "Take that back." There's a hard smack against my cheek, "Give me the respect I deserve." Another smack. This time feeling fady. Like his hand is smoke and just passes thought, "I AM CHEN! YOU WILL RESPECT AND FEAR ME. AS ALL OF NINJAGO WILL SOON!"

I lick my lips, a large smirk on my face as I spit, "Well you don't have a reason for me too." I think I missed the ground and hit him by mistake. But I take it. Smiling as I feel his hand around my neck, "Go ahead. Do your worst. Heck, kill me. Try and put respect in me you noodle head."

He growls much louder now. I can just tell he's pulling back his fist for another hit.

{Location: Skylor's room}(Skylor's POV)[When Skylor was 7]

"Skylor," Mom rests her hand on the door. Gently smiling with her braided hair over her shoulder. She looks like she's heading out for a run with a huge camp bag on her back. But she carries it with ease. "Do you have everything?"

"Almost," I push my doll's head into my backpack. For some reason, it doesn't want to join all it's 27 friends inside, "I just gotta-"

"Skylor," Mom slowly walks up behind me to not scare me, "Did you pack all your dolls instead of clothes?"

I lower my voice as she opens up the bag, "Mabey."

She pulls out doll, doll clothes and my boy dolls.

"What?" I shrug, "We're only gonna be gone for 3 days."

"Yes," She kneels down, placing her hand on my shoulder, "But there are Monsters out there in the jungle. They'll eat your dollies."