Me: Hey, as you all know, I get random ideas when I'm zoned out, and this is my latest one. My question this time: What would happen to Nya if the four ninja died. Lloyd is still alive. I kinda got the idea from a Lab Rats story, and I'm just gonna go with it.

The amazing Lego owns Ninjago, not me.

Nya's POV

I silently strolled down the gravestones, with a baby boy in one arm, four bouquets in the other. Lloyd walks beside me, more for comfort than anything else.

We all remember that day when Ninjago lost its four best ninja. Well, besides Lloyd. The Overlord had turned Cole and Jay, and Zane was forced to destroy them before he himself was destroyed.

The first gravestone came up. It read:

Zane Julien. You may not have a heart, but you will always be in ours. The silent type, always there for us.

1995*-2013

*Approximate birth date

When Jay or Kai weren't there for me, I always knew Zane would be. He was the strongest one emotionally, and when he realized the truth about himself, it almost broke him. It was shocking, seeing our Zane so broken, so lost.

Four gravestones. I put down the white lilies. Lloyd had picked those out, and I knew why. Not just for the color, but for the innocence. Zane was the one that never understood the jokes or why we laughed at his pink apron. That was what made him different.

One down, three to go. The next one up was for the black ninja.

Cole Hence. The strong black ninja of earth. Your strength was your biggest difference, but your love of cake kept everyone laughing.

1995-2013

I smiled, remembering his best moments. When he caught all four of the other boys and lowered them down to save the woman. When he successfully completed the Triple Tiger Sashay. When he would go crazy over his beloved cake.

Tears started to prick at the corners of my eyes, and I put down Lloyd's bouquet of flowers. Velvet roses. Black and mysterious, just like Cole. Even though he was always in black, he was definitely not Goth

Two graves. Two left. The most painful ones. The ones I was most connected to.

Kai Bilens. You were the element of fire, and your attitude was your biggest quality. Your sister, Nya, will miss you dearly.

1995-2013

Tears started gushing out of my eyes. This death was all my fault. Lloyd wrapped his arm around me, knowing what was coming up. Kai had been fighting me, trying to keep the evil side of me from hurting Lloyd. I remember watching him through a tunnel, seeing the laser cut through him, seeing the color drain from his face.

I may have been under a spell, but I still remember being there, helpless in my own mind, watching him die while I laughed. I was always the one people took for granted. Being the samurai was the one way people wouldn't look down on me in pity.

Killing my own brother hit me hard. It took me a while to come out of a depression that only got worse when I found out why I was vomiting so often.

Three graves. One more. Maybe the most painful. I put down Kai's red roses, and moved on to the last grave.

Jay Walker. Succeeded only by his son, who was named after him; Jay Walker Junior. The one that could always brighten up the room with his corny jokes and bright smile.

1994-2013

I looked down at my sleeping baby boy, and the blue flowers that lay in my arms. Jay Walker Junior. He would be the boy that would grow up with a struggling mother and no remembrance of his father. There would always be one.

I set down the blue hydrangeas in front of his grave, and let my tears drip down my face. I hugged the tombstone, knowing nothing would hug me back, but I sat there and sobbed.

I was alone. Lloyd was there, but that wasn't the same. It would never be the same.

This isn't fair, my mind hissed. Lord Garmadon survived, and he was the cause of all my pain and suffering in the first place. It just isn't fair . . .

I remembered back to when Sensei and I had run into Doomsday Comics to find all five boys being cornered by a Grundle. Something Lloyd had said flashed through my mind. "Fair? Fair isn't a word from where I come from."

It was a pretty good catch phrase for a comic book character.

I slowly stood up, and pressed two fingers to my lips, then touched Jay's grave. I waved goodbye to the graves, and hugged Jay Junior to my chest. Everything would be alright.

Suddenly, a phrase intruded my thoughts. Lloyd didn't think it was fair either, but he lived with it. One of his favorite comic books had a hero with a catch phrase. "Fair? Fair isn't a word from where I come from."

Lloyd didn't have a choice in all of this. Neither did she. If anything, it was the Devourer's fault. Not hers. She may blame herself, but it was never her fault in the first place.

No POV

Four ghostly figures watched as the two adults slowly walked out of the graveyard. The one in blue with reddish hair sniffled. I miss them both. Even my little Jay, and I never knew him.

Nya was more confident today. She had let them go, and now she could be free of the guilt that plagued her. They were all free. Free to go. Free to forget. Not completely, but not remember the pain that had gone through Ninjago that fateful day.

Me: So, how do you like it? I've been wanting to do a one-shot for a while now, and I hope you're pleased with this one!