So this is a collaboration with someone who isn't on the site. Her name is TheLegoFreakGeek on Google+ and she draws some adorable Ninjago fan art. Recently we were talking and she said she wasn't that great of a writer. Well I opted to assist her with that and well now this adorable atrocity has been created at the expense of my sanity. XD Hope you guys like it.
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Prologue
Scales
I was no child! I had not betrayed the Tribe nor was I an enemy, they had no right to be treating me so hostile!
Only one of the soldiers was carrying me, though it wasn't really necessary, as I was already in chains to begin with and the escort was just over precautionary.
Why was this happening? I had no idea. But I was going to give the General a piece of my mind.
He main chamber of our tomb was already filled with the other tribe members, and, lo-and-behold, Slithraa stood right at the front, looking down on all the rest.
"General!" I called, trying to wriggle free from my bonds and the guard's grasp. "What is the meaning of this?"
Slithraa looked down at me, a mild hint of disgust lacing his gaze. "It has come to my attention, and the attention of the entire tribe, that you may not be of value to us."
I stared at him incredulously. "Who has made these blasphemous claims!? I am of plenty value!"
He took a deep breath, expelling it slowly as if irritated. "As of now, judging by the comments of our people, you serve only to absorb our resources with little to give back."
I was furious. "I may be small but I have use. I can't be easily detected because of my demeanor. I could readily be a spy for when you need information. I could steal food if necessary."
He lifted an arm, silencing me. "Yes yes. We've considered those things. But what information would we need for anything? We're locked away. Forgotten. Prisoners in this icy structure. We have no need for knowledge...and even if you could sneak well enough to swipe food...you would be able to carry only half your body size, if that."
"I-I don't take much room, and I don't require caregiving. I am not like the children. I am useful."
"You cannot provide labor either." Slithraa added thoughtfully, and you cannot progress through the ranks and become a soldier for whenever we do manage to leave this horrid place..."
This was becoming more and more helpless as time passed. I could hear the tribe members, young and old, low and high ranking, throwing words out at me such as "worthless" and "exile".
"B-but...but I have done nothing wrong!" I pleaded. "You can't do this!"
With a slow blink of his blood red eyes he set his expression in steel. "Oh but I can if it is for the better of the tribe." He made a gesture with his head to the one restraining me. "By the tomb entrance there is a crack, he will fit through. Put him outside and seal the way when you're done."
He turned and slithered off of the stage as if this wasn't an act of treason, as if he wasn't about to send me to my death!
Our tomb was in the Glacier Barrens! My body didn't regulate heat the way the humans bodies did, the cold would kill me. But on my way I was out into the icy hell. I struggled against the chains that bound me, the hands that held me but it was of no use. Before I knew I was being forced out into the chilling winds and freezing snow. And as I tried to turn back, it was apparent that the crack had been sealed accordingly, just as the general asked.
I could already feel my blood starting to crystallize.
Desperate, stupidly hopeful, I began to walk.