Guilty Escape

The Duel Wielder

29 years had passed since Zane Julien jumped to his death in a chasm in his mind, 29 years since Guilt pledged to destroy Ninjago, and 29 years since Lloyd and I were resurrected by my brother's sacrifice.

I married Lloyd twenty years ago, and have a 17-year-old son named Frost. He knows of his uncle's actions to save Ninjago, and I think that's what inspires him to train hard and everyday. Because he wants to help destroy the being that caused his uncle so much pain, and made him die in vain.

Frost leaves everyday to go train in the forest nearby or in a dojo. He helps us in that way, destroying the monsters that now infest Ninjago and threaten the peace Zane tried to keep.

Ten years ago, monstrous boars and knee-sized dragons attacked the streets of Ninjago, claiming them as their own. Back then; it was hard finding someone who could fight with a weapon. Now, however, it is impossible not to find someone who is skilled in swordsmanship. But Frost takes skilled to a whole new level.

"Mom! Where are my swords? I'm late for practice!"

I turned to see Frost rummaging through a closet behind me. I smirked and stood.

Frost had pure white hair that spiked down his neck to his shoulders and styled to spike in his face slightly, but not obscure his vision. His eyes were light turquoise, which many people said was rare, but I thought it was just a mixture of Lloyd's and my eye colors. He only wore a simple white long sleeved shirt and white pants. He wore black boots.

"Training with your dad again?" I asked as I saw his swords in the corner. I grabbed their handles and gave the blades to him. He shook his head.

"Going to the Gifted and Talented Dojo. Love ya, mom!" he shouted as he scrambled to the door, a sword in each hand. I smiled and shook my head.

I frowned as I sat at the table. It always worried me when Frost left to go to his practices in the Gifted and Talented Dojo. Not only because of the monsters along the twenty minute walk, but also because it was said that nothing was safe there. I heard someone was slashed in the arm there and nobody made the move to heal it, except Frost, who grabbed the injured girls hand and ran all the way to the hospital. I think the girls name was Milla. After that, Frost started to take an interest in her.

Frost was now trying duel wielding, and did a lot of finesse as a result, along with a few after hour classes on brute force. That was something I, Lloyd and Kai were thinking was impossible to do. We've tried so many times but always ended up hurting ourselves, or clanking our swords against each other and losing balance. It was a true wonder how he could do it. Perhaps it was because he was born left handed, and strengthened his right hand his whole life. Not only was his capability to duel wield special, his blades were as well.

The blade in his right hand was pure crystal, with a golden dragon flying through the center of the sword, breathing a small trail of icy fire down the blade colored pale blue. It's tail curled, forming the end of the handle, a sapphire jewel in the tail's swirl.

He got it on his sixth birthday, which was May 9th two years before the monsters showed up. We always had his parties in the Ninjago Cemetery, since May 9th also happened to be the day Wu pulled Zane's chip from his breathing body. I would never forget that day, or Frost's face when the sword appeared.

Zane's grave glowed, and an orb rose from it. The orb of white light slowly flowed near his chest, and grew gradually to the shape of a long blade. Frost held out his hands and the light fell, and the sword fell into his hands with a slight clank. That was when a roar was heard, and a pale blue dragon suddenly dove from the sky to the sword, taking the shape of the dragon on the sword. It closed its eyes as it lay on the blade and it glowed, slowly growing into a solid form and turning golden, and forever becoming the handle for the sword. Frost calls the sword Frost Bite, naming it after the revenge Zane soon would have.