Hello reader, I've recently noticed that there was fanfics for Ninjago, and I wanted to give it a try. This is what I think that the story of Ninjago would be like if it was meant for more mature audiences, and also if they were people, not Legos. I love Ninjago, but I want to imagine them as real people just for this story. Hope you I you enjoy what I've started, this chapter took about five days to complete. Okay, long authors note over, again I hoe you enjoy it.

Forty years ago...

It was the twilight hour. The suns bright rays covered the sky in golden light,
and lit up the mountains that overlooked Jamanakai village. At the top of the
tallest mountain stood a great monastery. A temple that overlooked the world of
Ninjago as a shining example of peace for hundreds of years.

Outside the temple gates stood a man, about forty years of age with a soft face,
kind eyes, and rich brown hair. He stood tall and erect in the robes that were
once worn by his father. The robes were black and white with the symbol of the
golden Dragon on its back, and covered with golden runes down the left side.
Years ago his father had told him that the golden Dragon and its runes would
protect the robes wearer from the evils of this world.

The man did today what he would do every day, stand in front of the monastery
and keep a watchful look over the quite village at the base of the mountain. But
today felt different for the man, there was a strange chill in the air. It felt
almost unnatural.

He look up into the sky, dark clouds were gathering on the horizon. The man
feared that this day would come, but he wasn't sure that he was ready to face
that fear. With a heavy sigh, the man turned and slowly walked back into the
temple.

It was a quiet trip through the monastery, besides himself there was only one
other person that lived here, his brother. The man was headed to the temples
armory, but when he got there he hesitated. He put his hand on the armory door
and hoped that what he feared would not be behind it.

When the door opened, the man's hope was crushed and his heart sank. On the back
wall behind the armory's many weapon racks was the display case for his father's
personnel weapon, the Four Golden Weapons of Spinjitzu. The same four tools that
his father had once used to create the world of Ninjago, and everything in it.
The weapons that he and his brother were meant to protect, and keep out of the hands
of anyone who would misuse their power.

But standing there in front of the case, now open, was his elder brother. His
brother stood there, in his black robes, with the golden Sword of Infernos
clutched in his hands. After his brother was done admiring the Sword he placed
it in a sheath on his back and was now reaching for the Nunchaku of Storms.

Seeing his brother taking the golden weapons for himself broke the man's heart,
but he had always known this day would come. He approached his brother and spoke
up. "Our fathers weapons are meant for display only, Garmadon."

With the Nunchaku in hand, Garmadon faced him. Garmadon had an arrogant smirk on
his stern face. The man almost didn't recognize his brother, he had change so
much over the night that the man knew just from looking at him that the evil
within had finally overtaken his brother. Garmadons once pale peach skin was now
a sickly green, his hair once a slick and brown was now inky, wild, and black,
and his eyes once a bright emerald green were now a deep blood red.

"What good is a weapon that only sits around collecting dust, Wu?" The older
brother asked.

"One that does not belong in mortal hands Garmadon." Garmadon let out a
disappointed sigh at his younger brothers words. "Our father taught us to
protect these weapons, not use them."

Garmadon laughed. "Our father was a coward and a fool, Wu. He had the power of a
God and how did he use it? Fighting for the ungrateful citizens of this world."
Garmadon switched the hand that was carrying the Nunchaku. The older brother
frowned. "He spent his days ignoring us to fight for the light, to protect the
world, and look what's happened. Has the violence stopped? The fear, the hatred?
No. He couldn't stop it, but I will."

"And how do you expect to do that, Garmadon?" Wu asked. He knew that the fight
between good and evil was never ending. They had both been raised to know that.
"Violence, hatred, and fear are all a part of human nature. You can not get rid
of them without ridding people of their free will."

Garmadon sighed again. "Oh, Wu. How naive you sound." He placed his free hand on
the Scythe of Quakes. "That is exactly what I plan to do."

That made Wu temporarily speechless. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Garmadon, why?"

Suddenly, rage flashed across Garmadons face. "Why? Without free will there will
be no war, no needless suffering. For too long man has been left to govern
themselves, but no more!" He took the Scythe out of the case and continued.
"Once I reshape the world in my image, we will find utopia, and rule as God's! As
we should be."

Wu, snapping back to his senses, took a challenging step forward. "I can't let
you do that, Garmadon!"

Garmadon shook his head in disappointment. "Then there will be no place for you
in the new world, brother!" With a twist of his body, Garmadon swiped with the Scythe of Quakes.

Wu barely had enough time duck under the razor sharp mystic weapon as it sliced
through the air. Garmadon quickly brought the Scythe down onto Wu, but the
younger brother step-sided out of the way and grabbed the Scythe and, in the
same motion, twisted around with a powerful heel kick to Garmadons chest. The
force of the kick caught Garmadon by surprise, making him stumble backwards, and
release the Scythe from his grasp.

Wu, the Scythe of Quakes in hand, spun around a took his fighting stance. Wu was
hesitant to use one of the weapons, but with two in Garmadons hands Wu had no
other choice. "My place is here, Garmadon. Between you and the weapons."

With a growl that sounded almost animalistic, Garmadon drew the Sword of
Infernos from the sheath on his back, and begun to swing the Nunchaku of Storms
in his other hand. "Then I won't be holding back." Garmadon sliced into the air
in front of him with the Sword, sending a ball of fire at his brother. At the
last possible second, Wu somersaulted over blaze as it passed, and in the
instant that he landed back on the floor he swept with the Scythe, knocking
Garmadon off of his feet.

With his older brother temporarily dazed, Wu reached for the final weapon, the
Shuriken of Blizzards, with his free hand. Garmadon jumped back to his feet, and
in the same motion he slammed the Nunchaku on the floor, sending out a shock
wave of electricity that knocked Wu back into a weapon rack. Luckily the weapon
rack that Wu was thrown into was mostly filled with old staff's that broke under
his weight easily.

Garmadon jumped forward, bringing the Sword down onto Wu, but the younger
brother caught him with the Scythes blunt end. Caught off guard, Garmadon took
the blunt end of the Scythe on his jaw, making a sickening crack that they both
could hear it. Wu took advantage of Garmadons injury, and slammed the blade of
the Scythe into the floor. The sharp Scythe broke through the wooden panels and
dug into the temple's foundation.

When Garmadon recovered, as best as he could with a fractured jaw, he was
greeted with a solid column of earth that shot through the floor. The force of
the column sent Garmadon crashing through the temple walls. Wu pulled himself
off of the broken weapon rack, and followed Garmadon through the holes he had
made in the temple walls.

Garmadon had been pushed farther then Wu had thought. The series of holes
through the walls ended in the main hall. Wu entered the main hall cautiously,
the lamps around the hall had all been snuffed out and the storm outside had moved
over the monastery, blocking the light from the window. Garmadon was nowhere to
be seen, and that worried Wu. Thunder crashed through the air as the storm
outside intensified. There was a flash of lightning, and the sound of a gust of
wind.

No, it wasn't the wind. It was Garmadon. As if from out of nowhere, Garmadon
appeared as a swirling, eight foot, black tornado. The older brothers sudden
appearance caught Wu off guard. For an instant Wu could see his brother inside the
Spinjitzu tornado, his fist wrapped around the Nunchaku of Storms. Garmadons
fist, backed with force of the tornado and the power of the Nunchaku, connected
with Wu's face. The power of Garmadons attack sent Wu crashing through the
temple doors and out into the storm.

Wu, now soaked with rain, watched his older brother slowly walk out into the
courtyard. "Surrender the weapons, Wu. And I promise I will make your death
quick and painless."

"Garmadon, look at yourself." Wu pleaded in one last attempt to talk some sense
into his brother. "What would Misako say if she saw you like this?"

Wu had hope that mentioning Garmadons wife would get through to him, but he was wrong.
The mention of her name only angered him. "You dare use her against me!" With a
great leap, Garmadon continued his attack. The older brother brought the two
golden weapons down as he jumped. Wu raised the weapons in his hands to defend
himself. In the collision, the Four Golden Weapons made contact with each other.

The shear power of the Four Weapons making contact with each other exploded
outwards, scattering the brothers and the weapons across the courtyard. Dazed
and exhausted from the battle, Wu tried to get to his feet, but the shock wave
the weapons had made took to much out of him.

Wu saw the Sword of Infernos laying just inches away from him, but when he tried
to reach for the elemental weapon, a black tornado was hovering over him faster
then the lightning from the storm around them. And with the power of Spinjitzu
behind him, Garmadon dropped. The older brother shot down with earth shattering
speed and force, his landing right on point with Wu's knee. And with a loud
snap, Wu's leg broke in two, and he cried out in agony.

Relishing in his younger brothers pain, Garmadon smiled and slowly pick up the
Sword of Infernos. "I tried to do this the easy way, Wu." Garmadon looked down
on Wu, his hair matted by the rain. "But you had to make this difficult."
Garmadon grabbed his younger brother by the collar, and lifted him off of the
ground with one hand. "This fight ends now, and a new world will begin."

Wu tried to struggle, but he couldn't fight back any more. The darkness had won
this day. Or so Wu had thought. Just as Garmadon was about to deliver the
killing blow, the golden runes on Wu's robes begun to glow bright with the
intensity of the Sun. The golden light blasted over Garmadon, the pureness
blinded him forcing him to drop Wu, and stubble backwards.

When the sight returned to Garmadon, he was overtaken by rage. The older brother
charged forward, and raised the Sword of Infernos high into the air. "Enough of
this!"

"Garmadon, no!" Wu tried to warn his brother, but it was too late. At that exact
moment, thunder crashed and a single bolt of lighting shot down and hit the
Sword of Infernos like a lightning rod. The force of the lightning electrocuted
and then set fire to Garmadon. When it was over, Garmadon collapsed, the heavy
rain extinguishing the fire. Garmadons cries of agony still echoed through the night.

Wu was left unsure if his brother was alive or dead. Somehow Wu's hand found the
Scythe of Quakes, and, forgetting his pain for a moment, used it like a crutch
to get to his feet and hobbled over to his prone brother. The lightning and
resulting fire had burned away most of Garmadons clothes. His skin was burned
down to the bone in some places, and the rest was charred black. His hair stood
on end and was now dry and brittle. If Garmadon was still alive, it would be by
a miracle alone. He looked like a corpse.

Wu bowed his head in sorrow, Garmadon was still his brother and he sad that it had
to turn out this way. But it wasn't over. Garmadon's hand shot up, wrapped
around Wu's neck, and started to squeeze the life out of him. With Wu's throat
still in hand, Garmadon begun to rise. "You won't stop me!" Garmadon shouted.
"Nothing will!"

"I'm sorry." Wu managed to squeeze out. The younger brother had no other choice.
He took the Scythe by its blunt end, and ran the Scythes blade deep into
Garmadons right side and into to his heart.

Garmadons rageful expression turned into shock as dark red, almost black, blood
ran from his mouth. He released his brothers neck and collapsed, this time for
good. Wu fell as well without the Scythe to balance him. Exhausted, Wu closed
his eyes and drifted asleep in the rain.

He awoke several hours later in a daze. For a moment Wu thought it was all a dream.
Then he looked around and saw his brothers charred corpse lying a few feet away
with the Scythe of Quakes lodged in his torso. With a sorrow filled sigh, Wu
looked up at the sky. The storm had passed, and the sun was now rising. With
great effort, Wu managed to stand up on his good leg.

Wu hobbled, slowly, over to his brother. He gripped the Scythe, and pulled it
out of his brother. He tucked the Scythe under his arm, once again using it as a
crutch, and noticed that Garmadons eyes were still open. Wu reached down to
close them, but hesitated. He couldn't help but feel that Garmadon would get up
again, but he shook off that thought, and closed his older brothers eyes in
respect.

Wu sighed again, and looked up from his deceased brother to the damage done to
the temple. After he buried Garmadons body, he would have to rebuild what
they had destroyed. Then his eyes wondered down to the blood stained Scythe of
Quakes then to the other three weapons littered around the courtyard.

"The battle between darkness and light is never ending." Wu repeated his
father's immortal words to himself. The Golden Weapons were no longer safe here.
He was not enough to protect them. He would hide them in the Four corners of the
world, deep in places that only someone trained to master the elements could
reach.

It would take time, but it was necessary. Hopefully, with time, the world will
forget the story of the Golden Weapons, and stop searching for them.

He hoped.

Authors Note: That's it for the first chapter. A couple of notes I want to point out, I wanted Garmadon to have a little more depth to his character then the "I want to make the world evil because I'm evil." thing that goes on in the show, so I wrote him so that he truly believes that what he is doing is right. I also had Wu kill him because, in my mind, it makes a little more sense then just being banished to the underworld. But that's just me, I'm not hating on what they did in the show, I just thing for this story that it makes more sense. Also I changed the names of the Golden Weapons a little bit to make them sound more powerful.

Oh, and I'm only doing this once. I do not own Ninjago, I am not claiming that I do own Ninjago, and I will never claim that I own Ninjago and its Characters. I am not making money off of this Story in anyway, it is merely for my enjoyment, and for the enjoyment of anyone reading the.

I hope you enjoyed this. Please R&R, tell me what you liked and didn't like, and there is more on the way.

Sighed- Vashwhyssrs.