Lego Ninjago: Invasion

Prolouge

A figure breathed deeply, his eyes slowly sweeping the clearing. Red eyes observing his prey. A small but soft breeze slowly blew by. The cold air brushing against his warm skin. A small smile formed upon his lips, a deep thought passing through his mind. It was time.

Moving by, he crept up upon his target, his mind already ticking as he formulated his attack plan. His eyes slowly landed upon the trees close by. His lips slowly twitching away from his smile into a devise grin. Moving fast, he grasped the hilt of his sword.

The blade was rough, bending back. Deep cuts were visible along it. Its hilt was long, the guard angling up at the ends towards the blade. Slowly stepping forward, he kept his eyes upon the serpentine walking along. The red scales glimmering brightly in the night sky. Strews of white crossed over every now and then, breaking up the red. Few black scales could be seen.

Coming in, he narrowed his eyes as he came to a stop. His body moved in a flash. A speed all but uncommon to his people. Blood was strewed about on the ground. He slowly bent down, his hand brushing over the scales till they found what he'd been hunting for. A parchment tucked away within a small pouch.

A grin slowly formed upon his lips. A grin of dark and evil thoughts. Slowly standing, he turned his head to see several armoured figures emerge from the trees surrounding them. "Our lord shall be pleased with our progress." He said. His voice laced with a rough undertone of darkness. A sinister look quickly flickered over his eyes. "We return to the Molten Valley at once." He finished, his grin dissipating within seconds.

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Ignacia was peaceful, a warm breeze blowing through the small town. Red, black and brown huts stretched along the village. Each home to a farmer. Resting upon the outskirts off town, close to rice fields, sat the Four Weapons. Its forge was working overtime, helmets, armour, katana and many other items of interest were being produced. Many high-quality weapons forged by its master blacksmith.

Standing over the anvil, a man stood. His apron bearing the mark of fire. His eyes concentrating upon the katana, his hammering was quick, fast, strong and precise. The man was Ray Smith. He held a great deal of secrets. Some of which he couldnt ever bare to reveal till he lay upon his death bed. Slowly coming to a stop, he raised his head to see Maya Smith waked down the wooden stairs. Her black hair was fair. Waving slightly as she came to a stop. Her lips forming a small smile as she eyed her husband. "Back to hammering once more I see Ray." Her voice was crisp, a calming influence seemed to extrude from her tone. A sign of her former control over water.

Ray smiled, gently placing down the hammer. "They aren't going to make themselves Maya dear." His voice was deep, a sure sign of his authority. Yet an un-denied love for his wife was present. He never betrayed his thoughts. "Of course, you were going to take a break for lunch?" Ray slowly walked out. Resting his hands gently upon Maya. "Off course I was. I mean, what would Nya and Jay think if we didn't come because I was busy forging weapons and armour?" Maya chuckled lightly as she leaned into Rays shoulder. "She's so lucky to have such a wonderful husband. Which reminds me." She smirked as she tilted her head, her eyes flickering up to meet Rays. "Why hasn't Kai got a girl yet?"

Ray was taken back by her remark. He blinked, thinking before he chuckled. "You haven't spoken with him lately have you?" Maya shook her head. "Maya, Kai's got a girl. You know, when they returned from the first realm, they came together. Then they shared a moment after the Oni incident." Maya sighed as she slowly started for the entrance to the shop level. "I suppose I haven't spoken with him lately. We'll have to meet this girl someday." Ray nodded with a small laugh. "Of course, he'll invite us to meet her one day. Assuming he hasn't forgotten about us."

Maya raised an eyebrow at her husbands remark. "You insist that he's forgotten us. I'm almost hurt that such a thought would pass through your mind." Ray shook his head. "I was merely making a light joke. I mean't no harm." Maya rolled her eyes. "I know dear, I was messing with you." Ray chuckled. "Of course."

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Nya smiled lightly as she leaned back against the chair. Jay was busy working in the kitchen, the sweet smell of the meal slowly blew by her nose. Turning her head slightly, she smiled. "Mmm,  something smells good." Jay smiled lightly as he turned around. "You'll have to wait till Maya and Ray arrive Nya." Nya groaned in disappointment. Even in marriage. Jay still managed to keep the good things away from her till it was the right time.

Her eyes slowly darted towards the front door. Her mind ticking as she could already see the image of her parents, their parents walking through the door. Slowly standing up, she walked towards the kitchen, her eyes drifting over to Jay. 'My husband' she thought. It had only been a few days since the two had gotten married. "Well, what do we have for lunch?" she inquired. "Since you asked. I've got a salad, a nice cooked chicken and some noodles. You can thank Kai for the noodles." Nya smiled, her eyes slowly sweeping the room. "Where is he?" She asked, her eyes coming to a stop upon the mug resting on the table. 'Even at his age, he still leaves select things lying about.,

Nya shook her head. Her hands reaching out and grasping the red mug. "He left for work. Was given a job by Skylor to lead the Ignacia offshoot on the noodle store." Nya chuckled slightly at the thought of Kai running a store. Memories of his time in charge of the Four Weapons coming to mind. "I wonder how thats going?" She asked the air. Her mind slowly drifting away as she smiled lightly.

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The forest was quiet. An eerie silence blew along with the wind. The way he liked it. He had a single goal. His red eyes slowly swept the clearing. His eyes coming to a stop as they fell upon the fallen body of the serpentine. Bending down, he briefly examined the body. His eyes falling upon the clean and smooth slice. The blood had long dried up. He could tell. The murder had happened sometime ago. He could draw that much.

Gazing down to the pouch, he slowly opened it to find his objective gone. The parchment was gone. 'The killer had taken off with the message.' He thought. His eyes quickly lifted as he scanned the tracks. Narrowing his eyes, he grinned. 'But they've left me a track to follow.' He may yet obtain what he wanted.