A/N:

Hails: I've wanted to do an Oc story for a long time that I never got around to doing. Don't hate. This is for my entertainment and not necessarily anyone else. Don't like, don't read. It's that simple. If I catch any flames I will block you. Capish?

Also, I am trying my best to figure out a Backstory for my Oc. It's really, kinda hard. I want it to be a good backstory, but I don't wanna go overboard. I kinda want her to be normal, like have a backstory that is similar to the Ninja, but I can't do that because I am dead set on her relationships and element. Tell me later throughout the story if her backstory is too much.

One more thing, I had another prologue, but I am not so sure I liked it. It was over 8000 words long and Oc centric. Yeah...

Let's just start.

The Blacksmith.

The Inventor.

The Runaway.

The Stranger.

The Wanderer.

They all have something in common. They are the pieces on the chess board of Destiny's sick game. The one where luck doesn't favor the good people. Where the good guys struggle to overcome what they fear. The same one where the bad guys are always so close to winning, but never do. It's always the White King and his righteous people that defend the land with the supernatural, who defeat the Black King and his tainted souls who follow him blindly, who defeat the one's who wish to see the world cursed.

The White King and his soldiers of light are decedents of the good and worthy with the powers Ninjago has to offer. The ones as solid as earth, the ones as quick as lightning, as graceful as the wind, as deadly as ice, and as powerful as fire. Each have their own destructive power, if they were in the wrong hands. But in the souls of the good people, they are used to destroy the darkness that corrupts the world. They each hold a special place within the White King's heart. He created the world for them so they may live good lives. He with two children who would one day lead them. Brothers. The two White Princes to show the soldiers of power a path of light.

The Black King and his army of shadows are deadly. They seek the power that Ninjago cannot offer, and they must create it themselves with black magic. They are disposable in the eyes of the evil. They are expendable, and hardly a single one of them has a heart not entirely black. Only the rarest ones feel something. The dead, the snakes, the pirates, the lost souls who seek revenge. Even a corrupted white prince that evens out the odds. Now instead of two, there is only one white prince, and a dark prince.

When the White King passed away, both of the princes swore to protect the golden tools that he created their world with. A burning sword, a pair of electric nunchucks, an unbreakable scythe, and a pair of freezing shurikens. The younger stayed true to his word, but the elder was consumed by darkness. A battle between brothers broke out between them, and the elder was struck down to the underworld. The younger returned the peace, but hid the weapons, even placing a guardian to protect them from his brother. To this day, he has no knowledge of his brother's motives, or when he will strike again.

So as years have passed, he seeks five warriors to defend the weapons of creation. To be powerful, quick, graceful, agile, but above all, honorable. He must defeat his brother with the aid of these warriors. He must protect Ninjago.

It poured rain, it was dark and gloomy, and a funeral service had long ended with only two figures standing idly by, dressed in black. A large umbrella was draped over the two.

A young girl and boy whimpered sadly as they stared at the graves of their recently deceased mother and father. They died protecting the village from many a villain they hadn't recognized. Only shadows and the sounds of screams were what they could make out as they were locked away in the attic for safety. The girl shuddered at the memory. The boy realized her fear, and wrapped a reassuring arm around her, protecting her from the words that only made her cry. RIP for rest in peace. She really hoped they would.

"Don't worry." The boy soothed. "I'll protect you."

"And I, you." The girl vowed this silently as she cried into her brother's chest.

He tinkered with some nuts and bolts, a kid, finding it much more fascinating then any of the toys his parents ever bought him. Even at only age six, he wanted to go out into the world and see things. He wanted to invent like his father and have a girl like his mother tell him his inventions were incredible. Maybe even a girl who liked to mess around with electricity and metal the way he wanted to do.

"Hey, kiddo!" The sound of his father's voice coming from inside his home made the boy jackknife to his feet. The sun was setting in the western part of the horizon where an ocean was just barely visible. While in the northeastern, lightning flashed and dark clouds spread menacingly over it. The boy gulped, hoping that if it passed over his parents junkyard, that the lightning rod would protect the place. "Time to come in, it's almost bed time."

"Coming, dad!" The boy briefly forgot his fear of the storm, grabbed his minor tools, and took off towards his home.

A boy, no older than the age of seven, stared out the window of his dorm at his school. A full moon shone bright, unlike the future he thought he was sure to have, not like this anyway. He wasn't very pleased to be in this position, his father had sent him here, pressuring him into following in his footsteps. It had only been two days and he was already debating running away. He looked around the room at the five other sleeping boys, and sighed deeply. They were hardly friends anyway. He made his way over to his bed, and changed out of his pajamas and into a dark hoody and pants. He moved quickly as he stuffed his duffel bag full of clothes, survival food he had hidden under the floor boards of his room, and a fair amount of money to support him for a while. Hopefully he wouldn't need parental permission to do certain things, like getting transportation.

With a silent farewell, he climbed out the window, and ran off into the night.

He wasn't sure where he was. He had just woken up, and there was snow everywhere. All he wore was a simple blue top and bottoms, but nothing covered his feet. He didn't really mind though, he didn't feel the cold. Everything was just a mystery, but his eyes caught the glimpse of many different people watching him. They had the same attire he had, but wore boots to protect their feet. He stared curiously. He hardly looked at the surroundings, taking in that he was in a village, as there were brick houses with sturdy roofs to defend against harsh blizzards.

He had no knowledge of anything, to him, there was nothing to occupy himself, and no one in the crowd he recognized. To the villagers, he was nothing more than a mere stranger.

The master is quite terrifying. She is not kind. She is not gracious. She was almost as strong as the being who could fight for eternity against the First Spinjitzu Master. A young man, who resided simply stared a girl trapped in a clear and smooth light blue crystal that protruded from the ceiling. She seemed to sleep peacefully. It glowed dimly, and she could be no older than the young man. The words of his former master and himself echoing in his head.

Do not drag you sister into this! She has nothing to do with it!

I will do as please. You do not command me anymore!

"Will you release her?" Behind the ghastly looking man, was a hooded figure.

"Now is not the time. Just a few more years." His expression was grim as the young man spoke. "But she grows older, even under the protection of this spell." He explained. "I don't want that for her. Not yet, anyway. She deserves better. That is why I have this." The man held up a simple silver chain, and tied to very end was a deep blue sapphire that resembled a raindrop. "It should slow her aging process."

"And what if she is freed?" The hooded figure asked.

"Then she will age normally, and the necklace will take on a new effect. Whenever I am near, she will know."

"But she is being sent into another realm-"

"Yes, it will be a while before I get close. But I am not worried about it." The young man interrupted the hooded figure's protests. The girl in the crystal writhed a little within her dormant state. "I guess I better take care of this." The young man reached into the crystal, the surface rippling like water, and he placed the necklace around the girl's neck.