Heiress (A Ninjago Fanfic)

Chapter 4

Kat

. . .

She continued pacing around the room as her eyes swept across the wall full of weapons, her cousin sinking against the wall, exhausted. "Aren't you tired?"

"A little. Not much. Which one do you like the most?"

"What?" He looked around them, following where her finger pointed. "The weapons?"

"Yes."

His eyes looked over everything before responding. "Maybe that scythe? Behind you?"

She turned and reached up, her hands smoothing out the long metal handle before she ran her fingers down the curve of the blade. The weapon clicked off the rack and into her hands. Not too heavy. How sharp was it?

The target was right there, and it wouldn't hurt to take a swing. "I wonder how deep this can go."

"Huh?"

She reeled it back, hearing a panicked, "NO!" as she swung it with full force, the blade whipping through the air and shattering the target.

The weapon worked better than it looked. "This one is really good!"

"Kat!" She jumped as he shouted into her ear. "My dad's gonna kill us!" He snatched the weapon from her hands. "And you could've seriously hurt yourself!"

"But I did not swing it towards me."

"I don't care, just don't do that again, and keep your hands to yourself."

"I was just looking."

"If you were just looking, don't touch it." He went back to the wall. "If you're not careful, you might hurt yourself," he reiterated, clipping it back and turning around.

Her eyes swept around the room again, and a small, leatherbound book caught her them. A strong feeling of familiarity rose in her chest. If that might be her mother's diary... "Nick, look at this."

She flipped to the first page, finding a few hastily scribbled paragraphs, inking up the whole thing. Her fingers brushed across the yellowed and crisp paper. She was right.

"What's that?"

"A diary. Written by my mother." She must have forgotten it here when the room was locked up.

He reached down and flipped through a few pages, before suddenly stopping. "Is that-"

"Your father." Bullet points listed off names of ingredients, and a badly drawn bowl at the bottom told her what it was for. "A recipe for some ice cream?"

"What does it say?"

"Mint sweet green with a dash of magic."

He tossed her a funny look. "A dash of what?"

"Magic. That was what it said."

"Wow."

"It sounds good." Her mother had a sweet tooth just like her's. "I want to try to make it tomorrow, but what kind of ingredient is magic?"

Nick glanced away for a moment, thinking, then took her hand. "This?"

A clump of snow appeared as he brought her attention to it. She still hadn't gotten used to how easily she could manifest it into her palms. "Maybe."

Using her other hand, she turned the page, scanning the words. "Look. She is talking about how your father saved her.

"My dad?" He looked down at the page, trying to read it. "Gathering from the stick figures, seems like some shit went down."