I've been going through my fic files and decided that maybe I should try posting on here again since I'm trying to finish and edit chapter 18 and I have a lot to post. So far I have been enjoying posting to AO3 and I like the tagging system much better, but hey, I'm willing to try this again if people do actually care about my writing. For some reason, the fan fics I put actual work into, though they don't seem to do that well on here and were pretty much ignored for the most part, so I decided that I'm giving it another chance.
This series is being rewritten from my old and very shittily paced and underdeveloped fan fic from several years back. And because I've had to deal with commenters and people dmming me on my other social media more frequently than I'd prefer, I'll get this out of the way right now: the old fic is gone, deleted forever as the same with many of the fics removed from my archives. I am not reposting any older fanfiction I once wrote and I will not reconsider. I want to focus on what I'm doing now.
With that said, feel free to enjoy my latest fan fiction passion project, I've put a lot of time and heart into it. Keep in mind this is an AU.
In the land of Ninjago, there were protectors, great warriors with elemental abilities that would stand to protect against the forces of darkness. Some hid in the shadows and others would lead armies, nonetheless, these fighters were legendary heroes of their time even if they were few.
Some of the most notable were a pair of brothers, the children of the one who was like a god among the mortals, the one that granted power to the worthy.
The eldest of these two was Garmadon, a daring, snarky, hot headed warrior, but was one of the greatest fighters who was considered a very good leader. He would be the one to shoulder the responsibility and meet the expectations of his father or else he would be punished and treated like a child. In his father's eyes, he was the class clown, the defiant child, but everyone loved him all the same. He was known as a master of destruction, taking up the ways of shadow and flame.
The youngest was his brother, Wu, a distant, odd child that made others know he didn't exactly like the general public. He was almost as strong as his brother, certainly better in the fields of agility and sneaking around with silent strikes. He was the kiss up, the silent and devious one, albeit reluctantly obedient. Ironically, he was the exact opposite of his brother, a master of creation.
The next that would fall in line were their friends, the ones who had lived with them throughout their childhood. The student of fire, Kasai Blackman, the student of water, Namiko Atin, the student of Ice, Tanaka Fujiyoka, the student of lightning, Edna, and the students of earth, Rose and her cousin, Misako.
The behaved like any normal teenagers would. They were all loud, rowdy; obnoxious in the eyes of the far greater generals and masters of their elements. Wu, for being one of the youngest, surprisingly didn't fit in with them. In fact, he hated the ruckuses they would cause… though that was not always the case.
In the current state, you never could have guessed that Wu was once a proud member of their little class, considering them all his best friends; until the bite.
This isn't the world of Ninjago as you knew it though. Garmadon never retrieved the sword that that was flung over the gates and into the world outside the monastery. Wu took it upon himself to quickly go out and grab the sword before their father could ever hear about it. It was his brother's greatest regret for encouraging him to be braver.
The ancient devil snake, said to be the pet of the mysterious Overlord that once tried to consume Ninjago in darkness, had a poisonous venom that would kill a normal mortal, but for the child of an elemental, why it would do even worse than bring death; it would corrupt them, deteriorating their life and mental state slowly and painfully until they would be just like the Overlord.
Wu was six when this happened, his brother, almost nine. It was that day he grew to hate the people that was his family. His father reluctantly babied him, his friends avoided him and he liked it that way.
In another world, in another life, the younger brother would be the dark lord and the older, the master who tried to do what was right.