Murasaki awoke to her father calling her name. She reluctantly raised out of her bed to go meet him in the kitchen. Before leaving, she got dressed and glanced at a pair of shimmering, golden shurikens. Murasaki liked to look and inspect the weapons. When she was 8, he gave them to her as a present, teaching her how to use them. She enjoyed it, except for the times where she almost killed herself with them, for the ninja stars returned back to the thrower like a boomerang. She pulled on a white sweater and faded jeans, then tucked her hair behind a light purple headband. Somehow, she felt that white and periwinkle should be her two favorite colors. She wasn't sure why this was, but she could sense the importance of it. Her parents mystified her, because they claimed that she looked just like them. She also sensed that they were lying. She could tell any day by her jet-black hair, compared to her mother and father's blonde hair, that they were fibbing. They always looked nervous when all three stood together in the mirror. This annoyed her, because they claimed that they had never lied to her.

She slipped on black ballet flats, which perfectly complimented her hair, then walked into the hallway. Their house in Ninjago City wasn't very big, but the Julien family knew how to decorate, so their home was reached to the limits, painted with light colors and decorated with light furniture.

"Good morning, Murasaki," her mother, Tsuki, greeted her. She was happily hanging tinsel along the walls.

"Hi, Mom," her daughter replied, pushing a tuft of inky hair away from her face so she could see the Christmas decorations better. She smiled. Christmas was her favorite holiday. She made a journey into the kitchen, trying her hardest not to knock over boxes of ornaments. She skipped over bags of tinsel and candles and pushed through the doorway.

The delicious smell of breakfast made her stop dead in her tracks, tempting her to take a whiff of the pancakes that her father was making. She grinned and paced over to her father. "Smells good!" she laughed, looking over his shoulder at the bubbling batter.

"Stay back," he warned. "It is hot." Murasaki took one large step backwards. He carefully placed the skillet onto the counter top. After he completed the task, he turned toward his daughter and cheerfully said, "Hello. How are you?"

"Hungry," she exclaimed. She sat in a chair at the table, anxiously waiting for her breakfast.

"You are in luck," Zane, her father, confirmed. "They'll be ready in five minutes."

"Okay." In the meantime, she gazed outside the window. A falcon met her gaze. She jumped back in shock. Tilting her head, she stared at it. It mimicked her and tipped its head to the side, too. "Dad," she murmured wearily. "There's a bird watching me."

"Is it a coo-coo bird?" he chuckled. He, too, shared looks with the falcon and smiled.

"You seem friendly with the bird," Murasaki acknowledged.

"Yes. You know, I used to be friends with a bird, just like that one." He was hiding the fact that it was the same bird from his younger adulthood. He untied his pink apron (which confused Murasaki, considering that he was a man) and set it on the table, then ran his fingers through his short blonde hair. He strode over towards Murasaki and took the chair next to her and sat down.

"You used to be… Friends with it?" she pondered. Her father? Friends with a bird? He could really make Murasaki curious sometimes.