Prologue
Just off shore of Ninjago was a looming volcano brimming with lava and a constant plume of smoke. Deep within the volcano was a shadow, a wisp of a former man. His red eyes pierced the shadows, looking as though they were made from the flames of the volcano itself. One of his four arms groped in the darkness for a paper, for it made great kindling for his fireplace.
Before he tossed the newspaper away, his eyes caught the headlines. A name stopped him from burning it right then and there. He skimmed through the article, and flipped the page.
At long last, he set the paper down. The shadow had the information he needed. He rolled his shoulders and reached for his wand. It had been years since he had stepped foot out of his secret lair, but now, he was finally strong enough to accomplish his goal.
He pulled on his black robes and slid his war helmet. The moment he had been waiting for had arrived. The shadow cast off years of shame and braced himself for the sun. It had been too long. The red eyes blinked the light away and fixed their gaze on Ninjago's coast.
The moment he stepped on that beach, they would be looking for him. The shadow knew that. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered to him except his goal. He summoned his shark mech and slipped under the waves, back to the comforting darkness.
AN: A little teaser for you for my next installment called The Shadow of the Warlord. Should I continue?