I hope you guys like this one-shot. I am sorry it is sad.
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No one's pov
In a house in a peaceful clearing forest in Ninjago there lived an old man. He had two children, and five grandchildren. He currently had all of his children and grandchildren over for dinner. "Grandpa, tell us a story!" said the youngest grandchild, Alexander who was only four. "Oh, I don't know any good stories." Said the grandfather. "Please?" begged the all the grandchildren. "Oh, come on dad." Said April, the oldest of his kids. "Well, I might know one story." The grandchildren cheered. He walked over to a rocking chair in big living room. As he sat in the chair all of the grandchildren gathered around the chair and his kids sat down on the couches next to the chair. The old man cleared his throat. "Once upon there was six people and their teacher, their Sensei. Out of the of the six there was a kind hot-head, a annoying but funny tech guy, a kind man made out of metal, a caring strong man, a strong brave girl , and finally a boy who had your back. They were all so friends that they were family. They were with each other no matter what. One day tragedy paid the friends a visit. They lost the hot-head. Over the next couple of years tragedy kept paying the group visits until all that was left was the boy. He missed his friends dearly. Every day he went to their graves to pay his respects." As the man finishes he gets up. "Where are you going, Granpa Lloyd?" asks Alexander. "Where I go every night." He answers. "Can I come?" asks Alex. He nods. The two puts on their coats and walk through the forest. Then they come two a clearing with six gravestones. The man collapse in front of them. "Hey guys….." he barely whispers.