Zane's POV

My life had always been relatively good.

My father had built me and named me. He even created the falcon for me, sensing how lonely I was.

We were happy for a long time, but then he was going to die and shut off my memory switch.

After that, I wandered around Ninjago, believing myself to be an orphan.

I traveled to many places, trying to find the place I truly belonged.

I didn't know where I belonged, no matter where I went.

The only thing I did know was my name, Zane Julien.

That was it. I knew nothing else about myself.

Eventually, I had come across a village.

I walked around for a while, before taking notice of the pond.

It was slowly but surely freezing over.

I stayed in the village for may days, as though expecting something to happen.

I spent time playing with the children in the village, as well as helping the men work and the women cook.

I would sit and watch the lake in my spare time, waiting for it to freeze completely.

Over time, the lake had froze more than halfway. I had only been there for 2 weeks.

I continued to wait for it to freeze over some more, then maybe it would provide me with some of the answers I'd been looking for.

Where do I belong? Does anyone love me? Do I have a family?

All of these questions were in my thoughts daily, everytime I wouldn't have an answer to them.

I felt sad, knowing I could disappear and nobody would care.

A week later, I went to check the lake.

Most of it had frozen over, except for one spot.

I had nowhere to go, nobody to love me.

I had sought to just end it right then and there, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I still felt as though I should get in the lake, so I did.

Strangely, I had stayed underwater for several minutes before having to go back up. I hadn't drowned.

That's when I started to believe that I was strange, that I wasn't like everyone else. That made me feel even worse than I had been feeling.

When I rose from the water, a man with a beard was sitting there, as if he'd been waiting for me.

When he told me of my potential, I felt like maybe I had finally found somewhere I belonged.

Meeting the others proved that I had found where I belonged, that I'd found my family. That I wasn't alone anymore.

That no longer was I an orphan.