NINJAGO

THE STORY OF THE ICE NINJA

INTRODUCTION

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A young lady walked through the streets of Blizztown Village. She had a bag of groceries in her hand. The weather was cold and below freezing in the north of Ninjago. When was it never cold? It was always snowing in the north. Blizzards were very common. It seems a few come around each month. This young woman didn't mind, though. She was used to the cold. There were nights when she begged her father to sleep outside in a tree to feel a bit comfortable. When she was little, when her father said no, she had to obey. Now that she was older, she decided that begging didn't work. Once you got older, nothing seemed to work.

People knew her well. The grocer, the physician, the bank owner. Mothers and children knew her. She was kind and respectful to all. Her long blond hair was pulled up into a braid. She wore a lot of white clothing. She never wore a coat when she went out. Some thought she was immune to the cold. They sometimes thought she was crazy. She wasn't, thought. Her name was Zeah, and she was happy to be different.

She had a wonderful gift. The gift of beauty. She wasn't sure if she inherited it from her mother. She may never know since her mother passed away when she was very young. Zeah didn't know her. Her father never showed her photos or old pocessions that her mother had. In fact, Zeah was told that she didn't have a mother. That was impossible. Everyone has a mother.

Zeah walked inside the blacksmith shop. Her father was in the need for another shipment of iron. Zeah`s father was a well known inventor, so iron was the main tool he used for his new creations. Even the blacksmith owner knew her well.

"Morning, Zeah," the owner said, "Here for the usual?"

"Of course," Zeah told him, "Where are the rest of your customers?" She saw that the shop was empty.

"No one's in the mood for iron today. A blizzard`s coming in tonight." He placed the iron in a cloth bag. He handed it to Zeah. "There you are."

"Is it the same price as it always is?" Zeah took some money out of her bag.

"Hey, you know what? Why don't you keep that money for personal uses. You and your father need it more."

"I do not think I can take this without paying for it." She tried to hand him the cash.

"No, I insist." He handed Zeah the bag. "Take it."

"Well, thank you." She took the bag. "You are very kind."

"Have a good day."

"You, too. Goodbye." She left with bags surrounding her view of the villagers. She couldn't see where she was going.

Someone stopped Zeah and took the bags out of her hands. "What do you think your doing? Return those to me at once."

"I'm terribly sorry," a man said in a sarcastic voice, "I thought I would be nice enough to help carry your bags home. After all, a beautiful young woman like yourself shouldn't be carrying more than one." He started laughing. She knew that laugh. It was made by Nelson Jones.

"Oh, it is you. Again." She gave Nelson a stern look. "I do not mind carrying them all at once. I have done it before."

"Now, Zeah. Your only saying that because you don't want me around. I hope you've gotten used to it because I'm staying here for the rest of my life." He walked off, making Zeah have to run just to catch up with Nelson. She had no choice but to follow him. He did have her groceries.

"Of course you are staying here forever. You were born from one of the most prominent families here in the village. You have no choice but to follow in your father's footsteps." There was more to what Zeah had to say, but being the kind girl that she was, she didn't say it aloud.

Zeah thought that Nelson was a menace. He was disrespectful and rude. He didn't show proper manners to anyone. He was a cold-hearted, selfish man. He didn't plan to help anyone. There was this one time when a little girl got stuck in a tree, and he didn't even attempt to climb up there and save her. Zeah saw the whole thing and went up to save the child herself. That's when she finally understood that Nelson was a cruel man. Not only could she see it in his eyes, but she could see it in his heart.

Nelson led Zeah to her house. The house that Zeah grew up in was an old-fashioned cabin that was built by her grandfather. Nelson pushed the bags back into Zeah`s hands. "There you are, my dear. I have carried you bags and led you home. If you ever need anything, you know where to find me."

"Of course I do. Everybody does. We have all been to your humble home at least ten times a year."

"Well, there's no reason to be a ticking time bomb about it."

"I'm not." She turned her face to the door. "You know, there is one way you can make me happy."

"Really? What's that, my dear?"

"By staying out of my sight and not coming anywhere near me."

"You can't hide your emotions forever."

"Thank you for carrying my bags. You can leave now." Zeah opened the door and closed it shut. She didn't mean to slam the door in Nelson`s face, but if that was the only way to get rid of him, so be it. She hated him. With all her heart, she disliked him more than she did the heat.

She called for her father. "Father, I'm home."

Footsteps ran down the creaky stairs. Zeah`s father came running down to his daughter as he always did when she returned home. "Thank goodness your home." He hugged her tight. "I was starting to get worried."

"I was only gone for a couple of hours." She set the bags down on the table. "I would have been home sooner. Nelson Jones caught up with me and decided to walk me home."

"I don't get why he just can't leave people alone. His father's a much more caring man than his own son is."

"I wish he would just leave me alone." Zeah sat down on the soft brown couch. "What more can I do when he just keeps coming around me."

"I don't trust him as much as you do. I think it's best if we just keep our distance from him. If he doesn't help us, we don't help him."

"I understand, Father."

"Okay. Here, let me put up the groceries this time. You just sit there and relax. Thanks for picking up the iron. Its gonna be a cold night. Another blizzard`s coming through." He walked upstairs to put the iron up.

Zeah looked out the window and saw snowflakes falling on the ground. A cold night. Every night is a cold one. Zeah knew her days of leaving on her own would be over. She wanted to explore the world. The one thing she wanted most was an adventure. Not only an adventure, but a trip to find something. It could be more than something. It could be someone.


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