Hey everyone, I'm back and have a brand new story to my list. In the past I've done Cole, Kai, Jay, Zane, and Nya as heroes of their own adventures. But this time, it's something new. It involves my OC, Lucas Wu. Without further a due, enjoy the newest adventure of my hero series. Feels great to be back after a long break.

Prologue: Tragic Past

The metal floors rattled softly as the subway train accelerated along the electrical tracks. The cars, connected by linked chains, swayed and rocked as the train turned or climbed the inclined tracks. Fluorescent lights hummed and flickered whenever the cars rocked. Outside, the train whined quietly down the tracks above the streets of the largest city in the land.

Ninjago City.

Hazel grey eyes were wide with awe and curiosity as they stared out the large window of the train car. A large smile grew on the boy's face as the train passed a skyscraper, lifting his head as high as he could to see the peak of the building, but it disappeared from view. His eyes soon drifted back down towards the traffic of cars and pedestrians. He giggled quietly, imagining all of them as ants from his spot. A large opening caught the boy's attention and he gazed at the sunset on the horizon, the sky turning to layers of warm colors.

Everything was so stunning. He took a deep breath, he couldn't believe it. "So my grandfather did all of this?" he asked, amazed. He turned to face his parents. "Made this?"

A warm smile grew on the boy's father's face as he stared out the window with his son. His wife grabbed his hand while she joined the two at the window. He gave her a gently pat. "Ninjago has been kind and grateful to our family for many years since my father, your grandfather, created it, Lucas," he said. "Without him there would have been nothing, not even this beautiful sunset."

The boy, Lucas, turned back to the window and smiled widely. He had seen many sunsets before back at his home, a monastery dojo, but this was his first time in the city and everything around him continued to amaze him. "However," his father continued, "the city couldn't be created by himself. He had help to make this city thrive with life."

Puzzled, Lucas raised a brow as he turned back to his father, a middle aged man with flecks of blond hair that were fading to grey with a grey beard forming around his chin. Next to his father was his mother, a woman with curly brown hair and stunning hazel eyes. "Huh?" he asked, confused. "What do you mean he had help?"

"Look at the building that's across the city, Lucas." His mother pointed in the right direction. The boy's eyes darted to where she was pointing and saw a tall skyscraper, taller than most in the city. "That is Ninjago City Tower," she said. "It's the building and company that helped make this city, where your grandfather got help. From my father, your other grandfather."

"And that is how I met your mother," Wu added, kissing his wife.

A small look of disgust crossed the boy's face and he giggled quietly to himself. He knew his parents loved each other. He turned back to the window and watched the Ninjago City Tower, pondering. "So, if my grandfathers created that place, does that mean you guys work there?" he wondered.

A look of amusement crossed his father's face as he laughed. "No, we don't," he replied. "We're not the type of people that would run such a large company. Our fathers understood that. We leave it to the professionals, but you are the heir of the company. You can chose it you wish to run it, unless you'd rather learn Spinjitzu."

His eyes went wide at the mention of him running a company and he stared back at the building. A building where his mother had told him anything was possible. But he was nine; it would be impossible to run it. "I'd rather learn Spinjitzu, Dad," he smiled.

A smile grew on Wu's face. "Excellent," he said.

"Are you excited for tonight, Lucas?" Stella asked. She pulled her son closer to straighten his messy brown hair and fix his suit jacket. "We know you don't go outside often, other than when we go shopping to Jamanakai Village. So we hope you're having fun being in the city, ready for the show we're going to see tonight." She smiled softly, "but those eyes of yours already tell me that you're having fun outside of the walls."

Lucas nodded with a grin that spread from ear to ear. Living in a monastery dojo in the mountains didn't allow him to set foot outside of the walls very often. The only few times were when he went on picnics with his parents or to shop in the nearby village with his mother. This was so different. He was in a new place, excited for everything tonight. A trip to the city and an opera show.

The orchestrated music grew deep and low with the string quartet humming loudly. The stage lights went dark as figures in dark clothing with glowing red eyes appeared in large groups. The lights slowly dimmed, revealing the stage's background: a rocky cavern. All of the figures remained in the dark as mysterious music grew in tempo.

Lucas watched with curiosity and amusement. What amazed him was the story. It was about a man in ancient Ninjago seeking redemption and honor for his name on a quest with a fellowship. He needed to overcome obstacles and fight dark forces in order to save his family. Lucas enjoyed stories like that, like the ones his father always told him before bed. Even the music was soothing to him, like when he played his wooden flute while his mother danced. Sighing, he leaned back into his red, velvet seat and tried to enjoy the show, but the longer he watched the scene, the more he began to feel something crawling on his chest.

The orchestra music swelled as the opera singers joined in a chorus. Lucas's eyes stared blankly at the figures moving on the stage, his heart racing. One of the figures climbed a rope that hung above the stage and start climbing it upside-down; almost like a spider would. The lights went dark as the figure's red eyes shone brightly on the stage, making the boy stiffen up. Images of his fear flashed before his eyes. Spiders, a phobia he'd had for years. His heart beat against his ribs and he started to hyperventilate. "C-can we go!?" he whispered quietly to his father. "Pl-please?"

Wu turned toward's his son's whimper, concerned. He could see the fear in his hazel grey eyes, the quick and shallow breaths. He nodded. "Yeah." Stella turned her head and locked eyes with her husband as he directed her to their son's state. "Let's step out," he said, standing from his seat and shimmying down the row with his family in tow.

Lucas felt some relief as he and his family walked down the aisle and slipped out of the auditorium. He could feel his breathing slowly returning to normal and his heart relaxing, but as they exited the building he couldn't help feeling guilty. His parents had been enjoying the evening and he was ruining their time. They'd spent a lot of money, at least he thought they did, on the tickets and now they had to leave because of him.

"I don't understand why we needed to leave the theater," Stella wondered as they entered an alley. "We could've stayed in the lobby."

"I figured Lucas just needed some air to help calm his nerves," Wu replied as he watched his son walk in front of them. Lucas kept his head low and he stared at the playbill pamphlet, not wanting to comment on his behavior in the middle of the show. His father stared at him sympathetically, trying to tell him that it wasn't his fault. "Something just spooked him and I wanted him to get some fresh air. It's not his fault."

Lucas felt his breath catch as he glanced over his shoulder and saw his father smiling. He turned away to hide his light blush. Lucas always wondered if his father could read his mind. He finally calmed down and studied his surroundings: the alley. A chill ran down his spine. Garbage and broken pieces of wood and glass lined the brick walls. Orange lights hung above them, flickering. Lucas tried to take more deep breaths, trying to calm himself, and stepped back to walk between his parents.

As the family strolled down the alley, they heard the sound of glass breaking. On high alert, they stopped as someone stood in front of them. The individual wore baggy clothing with a hood obstructing his face. Lucas's parents pulled him farther behind them. The figure held up a gun and aimed it straight at them, his hand shaking nervously. "Ju-just give me money and no one will get hurt," the man muttered quietly. His hand shook so much he almost lost the grip on his weapon.

Instinctively, Stella pulled her son to her side while Wu motioned for them to step back. Lucas felt his heart pounding as he stared at the gun. It wasn't a prop like he would see on T.V. It was a real gun. "Now, now, let's not do anything rash," Wu said to calm the man. "I know you're scared and we don't want to hurt each other. Just put the gun away." The nervous man kept the gun up while Wu reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Lucas watched in fear as his father slowly walked towards the man. "See? We don't want any trouble," Wu continued, placing his wallet down on the ground in front of the man and stepping back.

Still shaking, the man kept the gun aimed on the family as he slowly grabbed the wallet and stepped away. The sound of glass breaking caused the man's muscles to tighten and he felt his finger squeeze the gun's trigger. The gun firing rang in the man's ears as he watched the older man fall to the ground.

A scream tore through Stella's throat as Lucas called out to his father who laid on the ground. The robber stared at Wu with wide eyes before shifting to the woman and boy, his hands shaking more. With fear in his heart, he fired the gun again at the woman before he turned and ran.

Lucas was all alone.

Fear clung to Lucas as tears pricked his eyes and he stood frozen. His parents laid in front of him, his father made a movement, but his mother remained still. He couldn't utter a sound. Police sirens filled the silent alley and Lucas was relieved to know that help was coming. "Lucas. . ." he heard his father call to him. Quickly, the boy rushed to his father's side. "It's going to be all right. Everything is going to be fine. Have faith, my son." Lucas stared into his grey eyes and nodded before turning to look at his mother.

Time seemed to last forever as Lucas stared at his feet. After the mugging, Lucas and his parents were transported to the nearest hospital for treatment. Lucas was the only one unscathed from the terrifying event and he hadn't heard anything about his parents. He was worried and wished he could see them. He sighed quietly as continued to keep his head down.

The door to the waiting room opened and Lucas lifted his head to see who it was. The man that entered was not the doctor that had placed him in the room. He looked more like a police officer with salt and pepper hair and a mustache that contrasted against his navy blue uniform. The man stared at the small boy with a solemn look on his face and calmly walked over to him with a coat in his arm. "Hey, kiddo," he greeted Lucas and knelt down next to him. "My name is Jim Gordon and I want to help you. Are you cold or anything?"

Lucas didn't respond. Gordon sighed and calmly threw the coat over Lucas's shoulders to try and comfort him. "Don't worry," he continued. "We're going to do everything we can to find him, okay? We'll make sure he'll be put away for a long time." Lucas didn't respond. Gordon sighed again. "Now I've got some news about your parents. Your father is going to be all right, but. . ." He drew in a deep breath as he saw the boy's intense gaze. "But your mother. . . I'm-I'm sorry."

His hazel grey eyes went as wide as they could and the familiar sting of tears came, his lip quivered. Immediately, Lucas bounced from his seat and rushed out of the waiting room, down the halls of the hospital. Gordon chased after him, telling him to come back, but Lucas ignored him. He kept looking at the different doors, trying to find his parents in the crowded emergency room. A doctor left a room near him and Lucas stopped the door from closing and peeked in to see his father. Wu had his left arm in a sling and a walking stick in his right hand, tears falling down his cheeks. Lucas was relieved to see his father, but he couldn't see his mother. "Lucas. . . I'm sorry," Wu grieved quietly.

Tears continued to build up in Lucas's eyes, but they didn't fall as he turned his head towards the white curtain that separated him from his mother. He heard Gordon enter behind him, and shrugged his comforting hand off of his shoulder. Taking a deep breath, he pulled the curtain away. His eyes shook with fear and sorrow as his mother lay still on the bed in front of him. There weren't any wires or IV tubes connected to her. Her chest wasn't rising or falling. Lucas's lip quivered and he choked on his tears.

He finally stepped forward and laid his hands over hers, feeling a shiver travel down his spine. Her skin was ice cold. Sniffling, the boy crawled onto the bed and settled down next to his mother like he always did when she was. . . alive. The tears finally freed themselves after being pent up for so long. Wu, watching it all, turned his head away and pitied his son. The tears continued to flow from the boy's eyes until they became blurry and he heard thunder outside.

Unbeknownst to Lucas was the fact that his eyes had changed. The once hazel grey orbs had turned milky white as he continued to cry over his mother, rain pouring down outside. So many thoughts ran through his head. What were he and his father going to do? Would the person who killed his mother ever be caught? How would he be able to cope with the loss of his mother? Nothing mattered in that moment though as he cried into the night and wished for his mother to come back.

This was the boy's worst day in Ninjago City.