The Dark Reality: Secrets behind the Norisu Nine
Summary: For eight hundred years, Norrisville has been protected by a Ninja. The Ninja was the last of his clan and protected Norrisville alone. Or, that's what the Nomicon told Randy. Lately, Randy has been having strange dreams and terrifying nightmares. All he knows is that they involve are a boy with red hair, the Nomicon, and a girl with crimson eyes. He tries to ask the Nomicon what his dreams mean, but the book won't tell. Fed up by the Nomicon's lack of information, Randy decides to find information by looking in the past. But, little does he know, the more he digs into the past, the more danger he will be in. After all, some secrets are meant to be buried in the past.
Disclaimer: I do not own "Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja" or any of its character. I am just a teenage girl with a big imagination. I am also too dorky to be normal. Wait…you didn't need to know that…
A/N: This is the rewrite of my old series "The Story of the Warrior in White". I hope you'll like this better than my old series. I will also apologize for it being too short and if there are any mistakes. Don't worry, though. This is just the prologue. The chapters that will follow will be longer and better.
Please read and enjoy. Reviews and flames are welcome, my friends.
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Chapter One (Prologue):
The Burning Village
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It was a dark. The moon was full and the stars sparkled. The air was cold, as it would be expected on an autumn night. Not a creature stirred, nor a sound was made. Suddenly, a scream ripped through the air. Heavy footsteps echoed, followed by shouts and screams. The village was full of frantic adults and scared children. Many were rushing out of buildings and homes. Some were running, others were panicking, but all were thinking the same thing.
Escape the fire.
Buildings were in flames and smoke filled the air. Embers and coal littered the floor while flames were traveling from one building to another. Shadows danced on the walls in the light of the fire. It was beautiful yet terrifying. Not many were paying attention, though. They were all too busy trying to run to safety or saving others from the fire. The glowing flames kept coming, engulfing more and more buildings. Many buildings were reduced to ashes, and many people were burning to death.
A boy stood in the middle of the carnage. He looked no more than fourteen. His hair was a fiery red, matching the flames around him. His eyes were as black as the coal at his feet. His skin was pale and covered in sweat. His kimono was burned, covered ashes and holes. He stood with a katana in his hand. There was only one thing on his mind: find his family.
The red-haired boy ran, avoiding failing material from the burning buildings and frantic villagers running around. His eyes were glued to the area in front of his, determined to find his family. He knew he was running right towards certain death, but his family always came first. He was loyal to his family. He would never let them down.
He stopped dead in tracks, his eyes filled with dread. Laid out in front of him was a giant Japanese styled home, burning right down to the ground. Screams were heard from the inside, slowly fading away as the house burned down to the ground. Tears stung his eyes as he fell down to his knees. He was too late. His family had perished. He failed them.
His katana fell to the ground. He no longer needed it; he was a failure anyway. Why would he even need it anymore? He lost the only reason to keep protecting and fighting. Without his family, he lost his purpose for anything.
The flames gathered around him. He closed his eyes, and let the flames engulf him.
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Randy woke up with a start. His heart was racing and his face was covered in sweat. His blue eyes stared into nothingness, the dream still fresh in his mind. The young teen shakily pulled off the covers and jumped out of bed. He was too scared to fall asleep again. If he slept, he would have another dream or worst; a nightmare.
"This is ridiculous," the purple-haired teen muttered to himself. "I'm the Ninja! I can handle anything! I mean; what the juice? Why is this happening to me?"
After messing up the past with Howard, Randy was constantly getting tragic dreams and terrifying nightmares. It had gotten worse after he had let Julian get the Chaos Pearl. At first, the dreams were easy to handle. But now, Randy was too afraid to fall asleep. The dreams had scared him the juice out of him.
The young teen walked into his bathroom, and stood in front of the sink. Turning on the water, Randy splashed cold water on his face. He looked at his reflection, and then looked away. He still looked the same. His hair was still Tyrian-purple and spiky (he was really glad it grew back after the whole shaving-it-into-a-mohawk-to-get-into-Bash's-inner-circle-to-find-out-about-McFist's-evil-schemes). His eyes were dark blue and his skin was still pale. He was pretty tall, taller than any other freshman. He was still pretty skinny and lean, but he knew it gave him an advantage when fighting and running. He was still Randy Cunningham, the Ninja of Norrisville.
Drying his face, he walked back into his room. His eyes wandered to the digital clock on his desk under his single-bunk bunk bed. The clock read 5:59. He shrugged and started getting together his clothes. Better start getting ready for school than just going back to sleep. Sleeping meant dreams and (as said before) dreams meant freaking him out to the point of insomnia. He was already freaking out; it was going to lead to insomnia some day.