My life has just begun at last. No, really. I say that because today, I woke up falling out of a cherry tree. I don't even know or remember existing before today. I have no other memories. But I'll make some, if they don't come back to me. I'm very determined about that.
Basically what happened was that all I first remember was a blur of pink and tan. Then pain surged through my limbs, and I was on my stomach. I propped myself up with my elbows, and looked behind me. A tall, curved cherry tree with warm tan bark was right behind me, growing from cracks in the worn cobblestones of the alley. Pink cherry blossoms filled the tree, and a few were swirling gracefully, a dancing shower, onto the ground. I pulled myself up to my feet, and looked down at myself. I was wearing a pink dress, and I was wearing diamond slippers on my feet. They changed color in the sun, surrounded by a white aura.
A burgundy backpack was on my shoulders, and my long wavy blond hair was swirling around me like the cherry blossoms. I got on my knees, and took the knapsack off. It had a leather label reading Shana W.
I opened the latch, and started rummaging through it. Jeans, floral blouses, a pink hoodie and a dove gray one with orange and pink X-stitches and tassels, and some pink slip-on shoes with white plastic soles. I found a rainbow ribbon inside as well, and pulled my hair into a high ponytail. I was about to dig a little more when three young men in black garbs exited the tea shop the cherry tree was growing next to.
"Sensei said he heard a crash out here. We need to watch and see if any skeletons are nearby." One of the men said, the one with fierce hazel eyes.

"Fine. But I didn't hear anything. Sensei's just being paranoid." One said with bright blue eyes. One with cold gray eyes looked over to me.

"Young lady, have you seen any skeletons?" I raised an eyebrow.

"In a way, yes." All of them started crowding me, and had eager looks in their eyes.

"Where?" The boy with hazel eyes asked. I laughed.

"Why, all of us have skeletons, don't we?" I said.

The boy with hazel eyes slapped a palm to his forehead. "Why. Of. All. Civilians. Did. We. Have. To. Get. This. One?" He muttered under his breath. I leapt to my feet.

"But honestly, what are you talking about? Are you looking for some enemies of Ninjago, or something?" I asked.

"Well, in a way you are correct, but the enemies of Ninjago are literally skeletons from the Underworld." Somehow, the news didn't really surprise me.

"Oh, I think I've heard of those before, I just can't think where..." I muttered.
"So, I'll repeat, did you see any skeletons?" The boy with hazel eyes asked, trying to look menacing. A picture of the kind of skeleton he was talking about entered my mind.

"Okay, one, no, I haven't, and two: trying to intimidate me is not gonna work." I said, and I pointed a finger dead center is chest. "I may have amnesia, I may be a girl, but come at me, I can fight." I said with confidence.
"Ooh! Cole's getting burned!" The blue-eyed boy said. The hazel-eyed boy glared at the blue-eyed one.

"Shut up Jay." He grunted. "Back on topic. If the skeletons weren't behind the crash out here, then what was?" The hazel-eyed boy asked.

"Well, let's see, I just fell out a tree, and I don't remember anything before falling out of said tree." I said, feigning thinking, my pointer finger and thumb rubbing against my chin.

"No need to be sarcastic, young lady. It is very evident your fall must have caused the crash. Although I am interested to know more about this amnesia." The gray-eyed boy said, and he pulled back his hood, to reveal a clever face, with dirty blonde hair. "It interests me, as I have amnesia as well. What do you remember?" He asked me.
"My name, Shana, the fact that I'm sixteen years old, that I have some kind of fighting training, and that I'm in Ninjago. From there, there's not much else I remember." I told them. "Nothing else."
"What's going on out here?" An old man with a long white beard stepped out. Suddenly, a vision hit me, and I saw a young man with blonde hair and the same green eyes. The same man. I shook my head slightly, to clear it.

"The crash was not a skeleton, Sensei. This young lady, who knows herself as Shana, appears to have had amnesia, possibly from falling out of the tree." The gray- eyed boy said.
I saw a flicker of fear in the old man's eyes. Did he somehow remember me? What did I do before I'd forgotten everything?
It disappeared as soon as it surfaced. "Good day to you Shana. What skills do you possess?" He asked.

Slightly weirded out, I answered, "Um, I think I can fight...and I think I have some healing skills." The old man seemed to chuckle to himself.

"I am Sensei Wu, leader of the ninja. Maybe we could offer you a place to stay, in return for your services to our cause." I considered a moment.
"You're up against the skeletons, and...Samukai is their leader, right?" I asked, as a few details I was started to remember went struggling toward me.

"Very good. But alas, they are under new leadership, and it has turned for the worse." Sensei said. I nodded. "But that is a conversation to be continued in the monastery, if you choose to join us."
I don't remember much, but I do have kindness. "Yes. But not for my own benefit. For the others, frightened and robbed and injured." I said.

"Well then. Welcome to the team, Shana." I nodded. "Thank you. I hope you find me of service." I looked straight at those untrusting hazel eyes. "All of you."
So then we hiked up the steps to the monastery. It's huge! Though it feels familiar...
So, I was escorted to my room, where I am now. I found this book and a photograph in my knapsack. The photograph interests me highly. It's a picture of a man that looked like Sensei Wu, another similar to Sensei Wu, but with darker hair, a woman with long wavy dark hair and blue-gray eyes, and a woman with a blonde braid and brown eyes. I look like the first woman in the picture.. But there's a little boy, that looks like Sensei Wu, with blonde hair and green eyes. I wonder where he is. Inside the frame, was a yin-yang pendant attached to a golden chain. And a note written on yellowed parchment. It read:

The fire may burn out fast,
Lightning may blink its last,
Ice dissolves like snow,
And the earth may crumble below
But love outlasts it all.
I was a fool for sacrificing the everlasting element.
Never make my mistake
And forget me
-Daddy

I keep it in my pocket of my pink hoodie. But I still ponder it. Did my father want me to forget him? What did he sacrifice love for? Was I part of that sacrifice?
I'm going to dinner. I hear Zane, the gray- eyed ninja, is an excellent cook. I can't wait to find out if that's true.