Prologue:

The steel spaceship plummeted to the hard unforgiving ground down below. Inside of the cockpit, two young teens were frantically trying to take control, to make it more of a bumpy landing than a crash, but were failing miserably. The boy, who had spiky auburn hair and hazel eyes shot upwards suddenly, grabbing the girl as he pulled her away from the console. His left eye had a series of stitches arching around it, entering his left eyebrow, hinting at a horrible injury. Shoving the girl, who had choppy short black hair and the exact same hazel eyes as him, into another room, he snapped the door shut. Taking in a shaky breath, he braced himself for impact. A gasp of pain escaped him as the ship crashed hard into the ground, throwing him roughly into one of the steel walls.

Once the ship settled into the ground, he pushed himself up, a cough escaping him as he stumbled away from the wall back to the other room. The girl took one look at him before slumping suddenly against a wall. "I am tired, brother. How far do we have to go before Coronzo does not deem it necessary to follow us anymore?"

Swallowing hard, the boy peered outside the cockpit's window. "I believe we can stop running now, dear sister. Perchance the locals on this planet are friendly?"

His sister frowned at that, clearly uncertain about that idea. "It is late…may I recommend that we should rest first and look around first thing in the morning?"

A hum of agreement escaped him as he shut the destroyed engine off. "Very well, you are right. It is late. The locals most likely are asleep."

Limping, he walked over to a wall and pushed a few buttons. Immediately, the wall opened up to reveal two perfectly made beds. Sighing, the boy crashed onto the bed on the left, while the girl took the bed on the right. Within seconds, the girl was sound asleep, leaving the boy alone with his thoughts. Unable to sleep, he slipped out of bed, quickly turning invisible. The sign of his progress was the door that leads to the outside world opening and closing.

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The watchman heard of many strange tales growing up about the Mystical Elemental Masters, but this certainly takes the cake in his mind. One minute, no one was there and yet the snapping of branches filled the air. Then when he turned around for one second…a teenage boy appeared right behind him.

The boy shifted slightly, clearly uncertain about where he was at. "Excuse me my fine sir, but perhaps you can tell me the name of this fine settlement?"

The watchman arched his eyebrow upwards in surprise. Yep, the kid had to be lost. "Lookie here kid, this here is Ignacia Village…the farthest thing from a 'fine settlement' as you so kindly put it. Everyone here are either farmers or like me, watch over the flocks and cattle this place has. Now how about you skedaddle before someone thinks that you're here to cause trouble."

The boy quickly shook his head in disagreement. "I am not looking for trouble kind sir." The watchman snorted at that. "Perchance someone is looking to hire?"

The watchman blinked, wondering if he was imagining things. The kid seriously thinking about getting a job here? He didn't appear to have worked a day in his life! "I heard the blacksmith been looking for more help up in his forge…but I don't think that's a job you should try for just yet. Maybe Jamanakai Village has more options?"

The boy quickly shook his head, a small smile on his face. "No thank you kind sir. My sister and I will make do with what is available here."

The watchman stifled a groan as he turned back to the flock of sheep he was watching over. Just what they needed to kids that don't know a thing about hard work and it couldn't be any clearer that they were running away. He debated on turning them into the authorities, before brushing it off. He'll introduce the boy to the blacksmith in the morning and see where it goes from there.

~Three Years Later~

The teen leaned against bellows, heating the forge up. The blacksmith, a muscular man with short black hair and a tightly trimmed beard, pulled a piece of burning how metal out and began banging it against the anvil. The teen smiled to himself as he straightened up, grabbing the nearby broom to start sweeping. A jagged scar lined his face from where his old mysterious injury used to be at. His sister, whose hair had been trimmed so as to be level with her chin, was sitting calmly at the register, reading something while waiting for their mysterious customer to come pick up his rather large order of weapons.

The boy turned to look as an elderly man strolled in, a staff tapping against the ground. The boy shook his head, presuming that the man was lost. The blacksmith, a man named Marcus, Mark for short, beamed with happiness as he approached the elderly man. "Sensei Wu! Good to see ye again. I am just finishing the last of yer order. Please, look aroun' a bit to see if there is anythin' that catches yer eye. Ah." Mark suddenly straightened up gesturing to the boy. "This is me new help that I told ye about three years ago. Kai Smith. That there is his sister Nya. Can't find a harder working pair than these two, if ye get me meanin'."

The now named Sensei Wu nodded in understanding as he wandered luxuriously through the small store, eyeing the ware that was set out for buyers. A hum escaped him as he eyed the siblings who silently continued their work from before. Kai frowned as he looked to the older man, tracking his every move.

Slipping next to Mark, Sensei Wu spoke in a soft whisper. "I see what you mean in your letters about Kai. He doesn't trust people at all it seems. You say neither knew a thing about hard work before they met you?"

"Ah…talked all funny like. As if they were rich folks from the city. Takin' it ye came up to see them and not lil' old me?" Mark chuckled, clearly amused.

"It is time for me to train the next generation of Elemental Masters. I am sticking small though. Only four students. I already have three and am looking for the fourth." Sensei Wu glanced back over at Kai, who had finished sweeping and was organizing the items on sale.

"Ye think tha' Kai is related to yer old friend?" Mark avoided mentioning his uncle's name.

"Well, you and Joe certainly didn't take after him. And my two of my current students appear to be living proof that those not related but worthy of the power can have the power passed down to them. What if Kai has his power of fire inside of him?" Sensei Wu shot back, smirking upon noticing that his words hit their mark immediately.

Mark shook his head, a frown crossing his face. "How about ye come back tomorrow? I'm leavin' Kai in charge of the shop…as a test. See if he's ready for an apprenticeship."

"I just might do that… might even take him in as my own apprentice." Sensei Wu teased his late best friend's nephew.

Mark chuckled as he finished the scythe he was working on, adding it to the pile of weapons that the Sensei had preordered. "Better get goin' Sensei Wu. Ya have a long ways ahead of ya."

Sensei Wu nodded in agreement, easily scooping up the large package. "Right then. I'll see you later Mark."

Mark hummed in agreement as he went back to his work. Kai moved to help over at the hot forge again, still eyeing Sensei Wu suspiciously. Sensei Wu turned and left, humming thoughtfully to himself.

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Kai paced endlessly in the small two bedroom cabin he rented from another villager. Nya was sitting at the table, a bowl of steaming soup in front of her. Shaking her head, she sat her spoon down. "Kai…calm yourself. This is amazing that Mark wants to leave you in charge of the shop. I mean come on. It's been three years since we arrived here. What more could you want?"

"I don't know sis…I honestly prefer being in the back. No one pays me any attention." Kai moved to sit down in front of his steaming bowl of soup that Nya had dished up for him.

Nya rolled her eyes as she picked her spoon back up, quickly placing another bite into her mouth. "It's not like we're gonna get separated tomorrow at all. I mean come on, it's not like Mark and Joe are hiding an all important map in the store sign and questionable beings will come looking for it." The siblings looked to each other, before bursting out laughing.

"You're right sis. It's not like any of that will happen while I'm in charge." Kai laughed as he scooped up a bite of soup.

Nya smiled as she continued eating, glad to have been able to get her brother calm down before his big day.

A/N: Hello! I do not own Ninjago, just my OCs. In case you didn't get the memo from above, Marcus, or Mark, is the nephew of the Elemental Master of Fire. Joe, also known as the watchman Kai talked to earlier, is another close relative to the Master of Fire. Kai and Nya aren't from Ninjago. However, they are about to go on the adventure of a lifetime. If ya get out I mean. They talk normal now; Mark and Joe showed them how. Also for some reason Kai doesn't trust people easily.

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