Prologue: Nightmare

AN: IT'S YA FREAKIN BOY, Draco who never updates anymore...my god. I'm writing this because this time I have - (better write this down, ahem: "9/3/17, Draco has another unhealthy obsession with something involving her childhood, and proceeds to make a fanfiction along with an OC that has to be paired with a character otherwise she will flip out and swoon over the said character until she satisfies her needs by writing like she's running out of time." - Dracomon221) - what the parenthesis just said. NOW, I need to get this out and make sure I actually post something to prove my existence.

This will be taking place near the end of season 1 or the beginning season 2 of Ninjago and continue on, since I am trying to catch up to the current season of Ninjago. (I'm on season 6, so It won't be long because of my binge watching haha) but as for the prologue, the character's having a flashback/vision of some sort and yeah. I'll come back at the end of the chapter so then I can explain a little more. But for now enjoy~

All she could feel was fear. Her pale, aqua green eyes glistened in the moonlight, or what had seemed to be moonlight. She couldn't stand up, but as she looked down, her arms and legs were both chained on the ground and they seemed alien to her. Instead of her normal hands and feet, she was greeted with paws. Big, jet black paws with sharp claws. She tried to scream, but all that she could hear was a cry of fear. Not even a word had slipped out, just a roar.

She closed her eyes, she was able to lay down at least. Her wings had adjusted and covered her body - wait a minute...wings? She trembled. Never in her life had she been this terrified, she then felt warmth. She unfolded her wings and glanced up. There was a green tinted light, for sure it wasn't the moonlight from earlier, and this time, she was able to get up onto her legs. Except...they were still paws. The chains were gone, her hands were more so human but a mix of the jet black paws she had earlier. Feeling her head, she felt a set of long, scaly ears. What was happening to her? Where was she?

Pricking her ears, she flipped around and got onto all fours defensively. She saw a silhouette. The silhouette was familiar to her, she still stayed in her position but not as tense, she seemed more friendly, and relieved. Then silhouette started running toward her, in the silhouette's fist was a ball of fire. Her friendliness faded into confusion and fear.

Oh no…

The Silhouette flung the fire at her, she swiftly dodged it. Her tail nearly getting singed. Hold on...a tail? She peered behind her, and saw a tail with two fins on the end. The same jet black color as her paws. She looked back to see the silhouette right in her face. She shrieked, and jumped back. Her reflexes had surprised the silhouette and her tail smacked it right across the face.

She started backing up, until she bumped into something. She looked behind her, and saw another silhouette. This time, there was a chill going down her spine, and mechanical whirring was heard from this one. From its fist, it sprayed ice to her tail. She yelped in both fear and shock as she whipped herself away, her iced tail smacking both silhouettes and breaking the icy prison around her tail. The sound of glass shattering echoed around her.

She broke into another run, and in front of her a bolt of lightning flashed and another silhouette appeared. Lightning forming at its fingertips. She backed up again, but behind her were the other silhouettes. Grunting, she broke off into another run on all fours in a different direction. The three silhouettes gave chase, they were fast, but not as fast as her. She strided further, hoping she would get out of here. The ground then shook below her, with these new instincts kicking in, she ran faster. Right in front of her very eyes, a boulder had erupted from the ground and collided with her. She fell back, dazed.

Once she regained her vision, she saw another silhouette. There was something about this one that she found...interesting. She stared into the silhouette's face, she gasped. All at once, she felt her anxiety rise and she trembled uncontrollably. Images flashed in her head, she saw herself with other people, fighting...laughing...could these be...friends? In the end, she saw herself with someone, then the person next to her faded.

She shook her head, breathing heavily. She backed up again, this silhouette showed concern, then the concern transitioned to anger. From its fist, it blasted dust and rocks into her. She got flung back and collided into the other three silhouettes, she got up slowly. She was in so much pain. The four silhouettes surrounded her, her body ached. She could feel herself changing, the jet black colors changed into scales.

They formed all along her body, she fell to her knees and clawed the ground. This pain was unbearable. Her arms grew thicker and more muscular along with her legs, she arched her back as the wings grew bigger and longer. With a loud snap, her spine straightened out and she roared in pain. Her body started to thicken and what was left of her clothes had torn and completely ripped off her body. Her tail lengthened, the scales reached all over her body and her neck thickened. Her ears grew a little longer along with several little stubs that looked similar to her ears. Her face lengthened and formed into a muzzle.

Tears streamed down her face as the transformation had completed, the silhouettes were backed away as she changed, then started to run at her. This must have been her end, she looked in fear as all of the silhouettes came at her. Weapons unsheathed and their powers at their fingertips. She closed her eyes, then a bright, blinding green light appeared after an electrical sound occurred. She shot open her eyes and a figure in green appeared above her.

"Ryka!"

"No!"

The girl woke up, she has tears streaming down her face. Her anxiety went through the roof, she was breathing heavily. Her heart was beating so fast, her chest hurt, her body trembled in her bed. To top it all off, she woke up in a cold sweat. She looked around where she was, it wasn't where she last was at all, the room was dark. She could make out different first aid kits, bandages, papers, and burn marks. What had happened? How did she end up in this room and bed?

The door slowly opened beside her bed and someone walked in. She tensed up and scooted onto her pillow, her anxiety still intense. Her eyes were wide in fear, the tears stopped flowing and dried along her cheeks. The person who ran in had a lit candle with them, the soft light illuminated the person's face. In front of her was an old man, he had a long white beard, a white robe, a kettle of tea, and a bamboo woven hat. He set the kettle and candle on the bedside table next to her, and poured some tea in two cups.

"Don't be afraid, you're safe now." The man said, his voice soothed her. She relaxed, and scooted slowly over to the candle's soft light. Her aqua green eyes softened, then looked over to see the man handing her a cup of the tea he poured.

"Do you take sugar?" He asked, She looked at the tea, then at the man.

"Yes, two please." She spoke, her voice was a little hoarse and raspy. The man chuckled a little, and dropped into her tea two sugar cubes. She nodded in a thankful manner, and sipped her tea. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was, the sweetness and warmth of the tea had calmed her down and quenched her thirst.

"..Thank you.." she murmured, and sighed. She finished the tea and handed it back to the man.

"When we found you, we were worried that you had been dead. Those wounds were deadly and yet...they're gone after you were knocked out for three days." The man explained. She looked at him curiously. "What do you mean? I don't remember…" She trailed off, and looked at the burn marks along the floorboards. Her eyes widened slightly, she started to remember what happened.

"I...I made those burn marks...I...did I hurt anyone…?" She looked back at the man concerned, her eyes filled with worry. "Did I...change..?"

The man looked at her, and put his hand on her shoulder. "You were on the verge of losing control, no one saw you change. They only saw the beast, and they only acted in self defense, thinking you were gone. They don't suspect anything so far, only I and Nya know about this." The man assured her. She sighed in relief. Glancing at her hand, she hadn't realized it until now, but it was still a paw. Instead of freaking out, she looked at it curiously. Only her and the man were here, no one else would see this. At least she hoped no one would. Her hand then changed back to normal. At least now she could control it as long as she was calm.

Then she felt something burning on her shoulder, a dim purple glow appeared and shaped into a symbol. She turned around slightly so then the man could examine it, he showed a little concern, then confusion. "The infection...I can sense it's gone, but it's changed. I believe this may be connected to your abilities and the activity around Ninjago. I may have seen this symbol somewhere, but I will have to look into it at a library nearby. For now, get some rest. We'll help you control your condition, once you're better, you'll train with the Ninja." The man concluded, She nodded in agreement.

"Thank you again, Sensei Wu." She smiled.

"Good night, Ryka."

AN: Whoooo boy, I finished the prologue! I'm soooo excited to finish this story and feed my unhealthy obsessions oh my goooooood. I may need therapy, XD. (No I don't I'm fine I won't joke about that anymore oml, I swear I'm gonna set someone off one of these days because of these jokes.) Anyways, I'm not dead! I'll post more stories soon, so far the big High School is a pain in the butt right now. I'm surprised I made it so far. :0 And by the way, Ryka turned into a Night Fury in that one scene. B))