Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu: Legacy of the Overlord

Prologue

Rocks clattered down a steep incline of the Temple of Fire as a young man made his way down into the center of a volcano. There were holes everywhere from the digging of the serpentine a year earlier. The lava cast a red glow upon everything leaving shadow where there was no light.

The young man clad in black sat down on a crag that overlooked a pool of lava. The lava was reflected in his red eyes as he watched it flow from a hole in the side of the cave to a river flowing out.

He was suddenly startled by the sound of a few rocks landing in the lava nearby. He quickly gazed upward toward the entrance to the volcano looking for any signs of someone or something that might have followed him in.

"Who's there?" the boy shouted.

"Please don't hurt me!" A voice feeble and elderly answered his cry, "I am merely an old man curious as to why you would come to such a place as a volcano all alone."

"Why would I tell you? I do not even know who you are and I was told never to trust a complete and total stranger."

"Please forgive me for my lack of manners. My name is Pythagorean. I am an elderly man with no home and live not far from here. But I am curious as to your visit," Pythagorean stated as he walked over to where the young man sat.

Pythagorean was definitely an elderly man. He had a beard that looked like it hadn't been cut or brushed ever in the life of this man. He had a cane made of wood that was probably from the forests that surrounded the volcano. Intricate designs were carved in. He was hunched over most likely from the long hours of hard work that he must have done when he was a young adult.

"I came here to think," the young man stated in hopes that his answer would be enough for the old man.

"Think about what?" Pythagorean ensued the issue.

"My mother told me just before she died that if I came here that I might get the answers to some questions that I have. This volcano is what started my father's journey to destruction."

"This volcano started your father's journey to destruction?"

"I would rather not talk about it."

"Well, then what are some of the questions that you are seeking answers to?" Pythagorean inquired.

"Basically it is how can I avenge my father's death? My mother charged me on her deathbed to find his killer and destroy everything he holds dear to him and that is exactly what I am going to do. She died mourning the death of my father."

"Well, it sounds like you have a predicament on your hands," Pythagorean stated, "Perhaps I could be of some assistance."

"How would an old man who can't even stand up straight be of any use to me?" argued the boy.

"Despite my looks, boy, I am more than what meets the eye," Pythagorean challenged, "I could do things as easily as you could."

"What could you do that I could?"

Pythagorean took the cane that was in his hands and pulled the top part off revealing a katana. The old man almost stood up as straight as he most likely did in his youth. He performed several moves. Pythagorean watched the young boy as he observed the moves.

He could tell that the moves that he just did were familiar to the boy as if he knew it his whole life.

"Now do you believe me?"

"Forgive me for not!" The young boy stated.

"Now tell me what your name is," Pythagorean asked as he sat down next to the black haired, and red eyed boy and extended a hand out.

"My name is Tyre," he stated as he took the handshake.

"And what business of yours, young Tyre, brings you all the way out here to the Temple of Fire?"

"I told you part of the story already," Tyre began, "I am here to figure out a way to avenge my parents' deaths."

"Who do you want to take revenge on?" Pythagorean asked.

"I do not know the identity of the one who killed my father," Tyre stated a little upset that he did not know.

"Tell me how long ago was it when your father was murdered," Pythagorean inquired of the young man who seemed distraught over losing his father.

"It was a few weeks ago in Ninjago City. He had long been held in another dimension and when the balance between good and evil was shifted toward evil, then he could cross over into our world," Tyre informed his friend.

"Ah! I believe that it was the Green Ninja that killed your father," the old man informed.

Tyre growled at the name. He did not like the green ninja. He remembered all about the identity of the one who killed his father. If his memory served him well, he heard that after the Green Ninja defeated his father, the Green Ninja found his who had long been lost to the world of evil by a bite of the Great Devourer.

"What can I do to defeat him?" Tyre asked.

"Well first you are going to have to train. He isn't called the Ultimate master of Spinjitzu for nothing. You are going to have to train hard to learn the ways of Spinjitzu before you ever confront him or any of the ninja as they are experts in their fields as well and will protect the Green Ninja almost to a fault," Pythagorean instructed.

"Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's get training!"

"Now that's the spirit!"