The Quiet One

3 | The Royal Life

So you guys are writers, probably, and you know how much research you need to do for fanfics and the like. Well I did my research (finally) and I have written quite a bit of TQO! Please comment and vote! This chapter is a bit longer than usual, but there's an important question at the end of the chapter. Now stop reading this and read the actual story.

I didn't care for the details, but I basically ended up in the orphanage. The paramedics must have thought I was lost or something.

The news was buzzing with the Ninja's 'victory', the Devourer's defeat, roads flooded with green snake vomit, the ominous disappearance of Pythor and Lord Garmadon (along with the Golden Weapons, whoopee) and the reappearance of Sensei Wu. Gayle Gossip was only talking about Mr. Chen's Noodle House's stable recovery from demolition. Nobody had gotten seriously injured, so there was nothing to report.

There were even some photos circulating of a pink advertisement with Zane in the subway. I was so lost in my grief that I didn't care, for once.

Of course, the press wouldn't consider Mama and Papa a casualty. They were just common folk only remembered by a poor little girl. Why would anyone else care? I had no cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, nobody. No relatives at all. No friends either. Nobody to take me in. Nobody to care.

But it's fine. I don't— I don't need your pity. I've managed this long without people caring about me, so I'll be fine, right?

My arm had only been broken when the building collapsed. The hospital was going to just shove me into an adoptive family of strangers (and have them pay for my medical bills).

I remained silent and refused to speak. All this time alone, without Mama and Papa, and knowing that nobody cared, changed my entire outlook on life.

I was always a listener. I was constantly listening to the things people were saying. I quickly picked up the story of what happened on the Day of the Great Devourer. Hoping to seek the praise of his father, Lloyd Garmadon- who is now the famed Green Ninja!- unleashed the Devourer, as if that would make his father proud?

I'm still confused. That's not how it works... and he still became the Green Ninja, as if his past no longer mattered.

*cough* I could say the same for myself.

Well, anyways, the entire Ninja team tried and failed to protect the city. They went to their last resort for help: Lord Garmadon. The villain alone was able to save all of Ninjago, without elemental powers and strength in numbers. I grew inspired by that, believing that someday, I could become something great just like him. That my past wouldn't change my future. Garmadon was the son of basically God, but he paved his own path. I wanted to do something like that.

While Garmadon did an admirable job, the Ninja received all the credit and basked in the glory of a battle they didn't fight and a victory they didn't win. They did absolutely nothing and just stood there, watching the city fall while they had the villain do their dirty work.

My admiration for the ninja quickly became cracked, darkened, and fell away. I despised them. I hated them. It was their fault my parents died. It was all their fault.

I hated them all.

Especially Lloyd Garmadon.

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If it was possible for me to become more stubborn, I did. After being placed in an orphanage, I maintained my silence. I ignored the foster families who came in to meet me. Nothing seemed to please me. I never smiled or laughed. I kept myself hidden and protected behind a mask- a mask of hatred. Nobody was able to talk to me, and I was strong enough to ground myself when they tried to pick me up or hug me.