tales of a muderer

prologue

Blood, everywhere.

What was he doing? As the sensei looked around the scene, taking in the view he suddenly realized that this wasnt him. Was he the under control of someone? He had felt as though something had taken over his body. He had been a lifeless corpse walking the earth doing nothing but evil. Gosh he couldnt even remember what happened the past few days, weeks even. How long had he been... doing this? Walking around the empty field anxiously, he stepped carefully over the dead bodies. Weapons and contraptions used for murder lying loosely about. The grassless field covered in the blood of those that had been brutally murdered.

"Im so sorry..." he cried out.

Lets rewind for a second.

It was early afternoon and the spinjitsu master had been training his class of soon-to-be ninja.

"This one is called the art of the silent fist." garmadon began, walking around his students. Instructing them to stand up, he explained how to position themselves. "Lower your stance!" garmadon wacked his staff on one of the teens legs, making them falter a bit. "Good good."

Letting out a sigh, the sensei turned his direction towards his brother who was entering the room. A smile crossed the elderly mans face. "Good to see you brother. What brings you here?"

Wu didnt give an answer, just a look of distress. Garmadons smile fell. "What is it?"

"A dark evil has returned to ninjago.. But its not as visible as any other villains we faced. This one, is in the air. I fear the ninja will not be able to defeat this one."

The sensei's expression loosened a bit, then became stern. "Class is dismissed!" garmadon exclaimed as he led his brother into another room. "What do you mean 'in the air'?" he asked.

"I can feel it, brother. The air outside is thick, and groggy. Have you not noticed how the majority of the citizens have been a lot more irritable lately? It's as if something in the air is infecting them, but rather than a virus that makes them sick, it messes with their brain." that.. Sounds ridiculous. "Are you sure wu? That sounds kinda far fetched." garmadon trusted his younger brother, and took him very seriously, but this may be a bit too far. "Im sure! Youve got to beleive me-" wu was cut off by his older brothers hand. "Ahah dont worry i do trust you wu, its just, i havent noticed anything youre mentioning. But dont worry, ill keep a look out." garm sent his brother a soft smile as he got up from his seat, leaving the temple and his brother inside. Evil in the air.. Yeah right. In garmadons long life he has experienced crazy things but nothing as unreal as that.

It was all just a hoax, right? Thats what garmadon thought for a while, at least..