Hey, yeah, it's me, the crappy writer who wrote the Golden Phoenix last time. I did my best to edit the plot, and I think it would be coming out soon... Thanks for forgiving me for writing such a lame plot for the last story. :3
The bird preened, folding its ever colorful wings to its back, before turning it's beady eyes back to the sky. Then it unleashed its wings again, and launched itself into the sky who opened its arms warmly, greeting it by blowing a gust of wind at its beak.
The bird took a sharp turn towards the right, slanting down a little at the same time, bringing it to the ground, seeking food to satisfy its hunger.
The sharp sight of targeted its new prey wiggling on the soft bed of grass- a worm, squirming to get free, before it got pecked by the bird, and the life of a small insect faded into the bird's gullet.
The bird, cawing in content, shuffled, and scanned the surroundings for a better prey, until its eyes landed on something so surprisingly huge, towering in the distance, so different from the vibrant creatures living here, so dull, so eerie, its mountain peaks shooting through clouds, like a line slicing through the fire and water.
Beyond the ancient stones of the mountain, zooming through the hidden chambers where the bones of the dead skittles by, lay the OverLord of Darkness, King of the Dead, the Four Armed One, whom its sworn enemies call Lord Garmadon, sat on a throne of obsidian, it lower two hands gripped the armrest firmly, his purple eyes flaring in frustration.
The time has come.
Where is he now?
His black fingers rapped on the armrest impatiently, attracting nervous attentions from his minions around him. The man suddenly turned his attention to a trembling skeleton beside him, his right hand man, Gravior. "Well? Where is he?"
Right now the poor skeleton was stricken with fear, the voice gnawing his heart as he stared helplessly at his shivering feet. "He-he-he should be h-h-h-ere, aaaaany time..."
"Now."
The voice came rough, bouncing into the throne room, wiping Gravior's voice as the skeleton collapsed to the floor in extreme relief, sighing at the same time. Lord Garmadon's black lips curved into a wry smile as he heard the bulky pace of a human cloaked in a cape of vine green came strolling into his eardrums.
"Is it done?" The Overlord's tone was more than anxious.
The man nodded solemnly. "It went as expected. They have fallen into our trap. That prophecy is indeed impossible to be thought as a fake, master. We have just the matter of time before the ninjas fall to our feet."
"Are you sure there is nothing bothering?" Although relieved, Garmadon can't take short measures. There surely must be something on his way. "Nothing is wrecking our plan, master. It is as smooth as a plate of steel. The Ninjas are doomed now."
Yep, yep, that's what I can give now. Stay tuned, and brace for more sharp turns of the plot!