NINJAGO HISTORY

NINJAGO`S REVOLUTION

PROLOGUE

HOORAY! A NEW NINJAGO STORY!

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TODAY I HAVE BROUGHT YOU A NEW STORY OF NINJAGO. WOW! I CANNOT BELIEVE THERE ARE ACTUALLY 84 EPISODES OF NINJAGO NOW. I'M NOT GONNA GIVE AWAY ANY SPOILERS FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVEN'T SEEN THE NEW SEASON. IN MY PERSONAL OPINION, I THOUGHT IT WAS REALLY GOOD. SURPRISED AT SOME OF IT, BUT ALL IN ALL IT WAS GOOD. MY ONLY COMMENT IS THAT THEY REALLY NEED TO MAKE A NEW SEASON. TRUST ME. IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED IT YET, YOU'LL SEE WHY.

WELL, I'LL STOP TALKING AND LET YOU GUYS READ.

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Over three hundred years ago before the present. This was during the time when Ninjago was known as Nin. The year is 1695. It marks one hundred years when the land was founded by the British settlers. Unfortunately there was no celebration since the British were forced to no longer be an alley to the land of Nin. Two years ago, a fight broke out between the English and the Chinese and Japanese. It is said that the land drew its inhabitants when a Chinese man and a Japanese woman dwell upon the island when their governments became corrupted and to this day they still are. The two fell in love and invited more to live upon the land that once was called Ni before it was renamed Nin. This made the Japanese and Chinese believe that the land should belong to them and after a six month battle with the British, they won the land, forcing England to hand it over to them. The king during that time sign the document that stated that China and Japan owned the land of Nin.

To the people of Nin, they called the Chinese and Japanese Warriors since most of them were so strong they could kill a man in an instant. They guarded pretty much everywhere. The streets, the entrances to villages, the harbor, and well, pretty much everywhere. They controlled the people since Nin was presumably known as their territory. They wouldn't let villages trade with one another anymore to send each other food and supplies. China and Japan had placed taxes on the necessities the people had. That included glass, tea, iron, parchment, fish and well, pretty much anything they could charge a fortune for. It made them millionaires, while the people of Nin had to suffer the misery. Many villages started up creating farms just to take care of their people. Businesses even started fending for themselves. But there were times where people were fortunate enough to have one of the villages send in supplies to them. Some were able to dress like Warriors. Some were able to sneak through the woods without getting caught. Some were able to study the Warriors guard shifts and sneak supplies from their village to their neighboring village. This was a risk and only few were never caught. The rest suffer through a beating of a lifetime by Warriors.

The story starts with a young man about eighteen years old. His name was Cole Brookstone. His hair was as black as night and his eyes were a dark brown, similar to the color of rich soil. He wore a black shirt and a brown coat. He also wore dark brown tights and a pair of old black boots that could use a little sprucing up. Unfortunately shoe polish was placed on the list to be taxed.

Off the young man went to take food and supplies into Elizabethtown. He was from the village of Jamma, a small community known for its farming and iron. When he's almost to the village, he spots some Warriors up ahead. They make their way towards Cole as the young man halts the horses from traveling any further.

One of the Japanese Warriors looks him up and down. "Where are you heading to, young man?"

Cole couldn't lie at this point. After all, he had a wagon full of supplies for the neighboring village. The Warriors had their eyes on it. He decided to exaggerate some. "Uh, I'm just taking some yarn and knitting needles into Elizabethtown for the ladies. I was given permission by one of the guards. He said that I could. It's all been taxed."

The Warrior laughed. "I'm sorry to say that the ladies have plenty of knitting supplies. They were given shipments of it yesterday." He looked at the guards. "Search the wagon."

One of the stronger Warriors grabbed Cole and threw him off the seat of the wagon. The guards searched through the horse wagon and found not knitting supplies, but tons of baking utensils, dairy products, and even some freshly baked bread and flour. The Warriors smiled, looking at their leader.

"Should we confiscate all this?" one of the Warriors asked.

The head Japanese Warrior nodded. "Yes, we should. But first let's teach this troublemaker a lesson."

They all began to pile up on Cole and attacked him. The poor boy had no choice but to accept the beating. If he didn't, they would kill him instantly. He was smacked in the head with the handle of a sword and kicked around by the others. After finishing up their jolly good time, the Warriors piled into the horse wagon and rode down the trail, leaving Cole lying their hurt and alone.

But the young man got back on his feet. He felt the cut on his forehead begin to bleed and his arms and legs were covered in scrapes and bruises. He found a rock on the ground and chucked it in the direction to where the Warriors rode away. "Stupid! Evil!" He shouted at the top of his lungs and shook his head. "I hate Warriors!" Defeated, he turned back in the other direction and started off back to Jamma Village. He knew his father and Governor Garmadon wouldn't be happy at all.

NEXT SCENE:

In the small community of Jamma Village, the villagers were going about their day. Some were tending to their crops and some were working with the farm animals. Others were running their businesses and busy aiding the town's needs. Women were out gathering fruits and nuts, buying groceries, caring for their children and tending to the needs inside their homes. Men were working pretty much everywhere. Children were playing all over the place while mothers watched.

A young boy was playing knights with his friends when he noticed Cole walking through the entrance gates of the village. He also saw the cut on the man's forehead. He pointed out to him. "That man is hurt!"

Everyone heard the boy and saw him pointing at Cole. They gasped and had startled and horrified looks on their faces. Some young women fainted. Children ran up to get a closer look. Some murmured their pity to the baker's son. All he was trying to do was help get supplies to Elizabethtown, but it seems the Warriors beat him to it and caused him to return home empty handed.

Cole escaped as quickly as he could from the staring crowd and rushed inside the bakery. He shut the door and locked it.

Lou Brookestone, Cole's father and the village baker, was horrified to see his son in such a state and rushed over to him. "Are you alright, son?"

"I'll heal, Father," Cole said as he plopped down on a wooden stool.

Inside the bakery were Governer Garmadon and his band of men known as the Jamma Village Committee. These were the people that kept the village in order. There was the governor's younger brother Master Wu, a teacher in the martial arts and the master of the Jamma Village temple. There was Edward Walker, also known as Ed. He was the village toolmaker. Of course there was Cole's father, the village baker. He also was known as the Village Singer since he had such a good voice. There was Dr. Julien, the village doctor. Then there was Ray Smith, the village blacksmith and head farmer. How he could do both remains a mystery.

Dr. Julien went to work right away treating Cole's wounds. "My goodness, young man. Those Warriors are never fair when injuring civilians. Let's hope this cut doesn't need stitches."

"I'm not in the mood to have a needle poked through my skin," Cole said.

"Nobody is." The doctor started to clean the head wound.

"Tell us what happened, Cole," Governor Garmadon said, waiting for an explanation.

"I was on the trail in the horse wagon heading to Elizabethtown," Cole explained, "I spotted some Warriors and knew it was too late to turn back. They would chase me down if I left. I had to exaggerate and say that I was bringing in knitting supplies to the ladies. I even said they were taxed. They caught my bluff, threw me from my seat, checked the supplies, kicked me around, climbed into the horse wagon and left. I swear, if I have to deal with one more Warrior, I'll use my sword and slice them up good. I'll even give the butcher the meat."

"He sure could use it," Ray Smith said.

"I knew I shouldn't have made you go out there, son," Lou told his son, "I should've done it myself. I've lived a longer life. Let them come after me."

"This is starting to get out of hand," Garmadon said, "These Warriors are going to go too far that they'll cross the line. We're one of the leading farming villages. Some villages rely on us to deliver the agricultural goods."

"Don't forget about the iron," Ray said, "People use it for weaponry and tools. The only person I'm trading with now is Ed."

"Oh, but those Chinese and Japanese are forcing us to use their tools and I'm not making any profit except for repairing buildings," Ed Walker said.

"And all my medicine is no good when I can't use it," Dr. Julien said, patching up Cole's head wound, "I have to use medicine that's been taxed."

"How do they even know what kind of medicine you're using?" Cole asked.

"One of the Warriors come to check on me everyday and makes sure the medicine that's been stamped is what I'm using."

Garmadon was shocked. "Why haven't you said anything before? Warriors aren't allowed to enter inside the villages."

"First of all, I'm a busy man. Second, he only comes in after I've closed the medical house and won't enter until I've departed. Third, he even told me that Warriors as we call them now have access to enter inside all villages to do night watches and check that everything we use and sell has been stamped."

"I refuse to drink any tea that has been stamped," Master Wu said, "Be thankful I grow enough tea leaves for the village."

"I hate looking at these stamps," Lou complained, "It's on everything I have. I'm not allowed to bake anything anymore. Not even bread."

"Around the hour of nine at night, everyone departs for bed while I'm already closing up the medical house," Dr. Julien said, checking the rest of Cole's minor injuries, "I'm just now locking up. Last night I overheard two Warriors discussing about setting curfew at the hour of seven in the evening until the hour of six in the morning."

"A curfew?" Garmadon said, "When do they plan on doing this?"

"I have no idea. We never hear anything from them." Dr. Julien finished patching Cole up. "There. You should be alright now. Let me know if you start getting headaches more often than usual."

"Thanks," Cole said.

"We have no freedom in this land whstsoever," Garmadon said, "We're all getting sick and tired of these Warriors controlling our land and harming the citizens. The English were never like this. They treated us with respect and we trade with them."

"We used to trade with them," Ray said, "They were forced to no longer be our allies."

"We need to do something about this. Do any of you have any suggestions?"

"I suggest we go out and strike down the guards patrolling the trail," Ed said, "That way we can send supplies into Elizabethtown without getting attacked."

"I suggest we should start a battle and force the Warriors to stay out of our way," Lou suggested, "Like my father used to say, 'Give a warning before battling."'

"Those are terrible ideas," Ray said, "Violence is never the answer when dealing with Warriors. Especially those kind. If they see that you're a threat, they'll cut you limb from limb."

"I have to agree with Ray," Garmadon said, "Violence isn't always the answer, but we still need to figure something out. I believe we should call up a town meeting. Let the villagers give their opinions."

"Shall we let the ladies attend?" Ray asked.

"My wife Misako will speak for the ladies. She's allowed to give their opinions. Good day, gentlemen. I'll see you all tonight."

Cole stood up. "Father, will you allow me to attend the meeting as well?"

"Of course, son," Lou said, wiping off the wooden counter, "You are eighteen after all."

"Plus we will need you to show everyone how bad the situation is," Garmadon said, walking out the door, "I shall begin preparing the town hall.

As the rest of the men left the bakery, Ray started heading back to his home where he knew his family would be waiting for him. He knew his son would be working on the farm as well as his daughter. But the blacksmith only had one thought in his mind.

He decided that it was time for Kai to start attending the town meetings. And tonight would the night.

OKAY SO WE CAN SEE WHAT'S GOING ON HERE. THE WARRIORS ARE PRETTY MUCH CONTROLLING NINJAGO AND THE PEOPLE OF THE LAND ARE SUFFERING.

I'M SURE YOU GUYS CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHERE THIS WILL GO.

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