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Okay. I know I said mid-September. But I couldn't wait so I wrote up a prologue! I'm so hyped for this story! I know this chapter is short, but I promise they will get longer.

Long before time had a name, three armies created the city of Ninjago: the Serpentine, fierce snake-like warriors who all are some of the most generous creatures known to man, the Stone Army, a strong army who was lost to time, and the Skeletal Masters of the Elements. Ninjago was a peaceful city, its citizens healthy, happy, and kind.

But one fateful day, the First Spinjitzu Master and his team of Spinjitzu Masters attacked the city of Ninjago, wishing to dominate the city. Scared and nearly defenseless against this enemy, the citizens feld, and the armies attacked, but could not match the nearly unstoppable force of the Elemental Masters of Spinjitzu. Although, one day, the Stone Army resurrected their long lost general, the Overgod, and had a chance of fighting back. With the Overgod back, and the other armies more united than ever, began to win.

In a frustrated rage, the First Spinjitzu, knowing he and his team were about to fall, hid their last hope of conquering Ninjago: the four Elemental blades: the Sword of Fire, Shurikens of Ice, Scythe of Quakes, and the Nunchucks of Lightning. The team disappeared one day, and the armies were declared victorious. A few years later, the infamous villain known as Lord Wu attacked in one last attempt to take over the city. Alas, he underestimated the power of the Overgod and was locked away in a tomb.

The fates of the team are still unknown to this day, but it's rumored that the descendants of the Elementals are out there, hiding, waiting to strike once more...

But when they do? Well, the Overgod, General Garmadon, and General Pythor will be ready.

Many question the story of the Brothers, Lord Wu and General Garmadon.

Once upon a time, the two were the best of friends. These two were trained by their father, who is thought to be the First Spinjitzu Master, thus making the brothers both nearly evenly matched.

But, one day, the two were sparring in the courtyard, when one Garmadon's katana was accidentally thrown over the wall. Garmadon was too scared to retreive it, so the task was left with Wu. Although, as he reached to grasp its hilt, a snake bit his wrist near a vein.

Little did Wu know, this snake was the Great Devourer.

But that's a tale for another time. Wu, having been poisoned by its venom, gradually turned evil. There was nothing his father or his brother could do. So, one day a few years later, Wu ran away, and wasn't seen for a while.

...

The silence was deafening. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his torn nails scraping against the walls. His nails were covered in fresh blood, and they scraped, desperately, against the wall, gradually breaking down the material of the wall. It was made of sand that had been packed firmly together, almost like rock. He knew he needed to stop, but he couldn't, the promise of freedom driving his fingers to keep going. He had become numb from the pain a long time ago, anyway. He was making progress; the hole he'd been clawing at was at least three inches deep now.

But maybe he could use something else? Maybe a long, thick stick, or a bone? He stopped for a second, then looked around. Of course, his captors had left nothing behind. He sighed muttering a few words under his breath. There had to be something. He stood, then wiped off as much of the blood as he could onto his dirty and stained white shirt. Wu sauntered over to the other empty side of the cave. He kicked the mounds of sand around.

The tomb Lord Wu was trapped in was pretty old. Built a long time ago to keep Wu contained, it was very bland. Wu scoffed; the least they could do for being so inhumane would be to add some decoration. At least. There was nothing but sand on the floor, and there was no natural light. Wu's eyes had adjusted to the darkness long ago.

He'd been in here for a few years, with no food, no water, no light, no humans. Nothing. The good guys, unfortunately, discovered one of Wu's many secrets: due to the poison from the bite, Wu could go much longer without necessities. He wasn't sure how long, but he'd lost count of the days for...years. At least, that's what it felt like.

Wu didn't care anymore. The last thing he remembered before he got captured was sneaking into his brother's house, getting a look at his newborn nephew. He wondered what his name was. After that, he had snuck out, then he had gone to plan his attack in a strategic manner that had backfired horribly. He sighed.

Oh well. He'd escape, then he'd take his time planning. He would need help, though. But he can get all of that sorted out when he's free. He sighed in frustration, kicking a mound of sand again. As promised, the humans had left nothing at all.

Nails it was, then. He sighed; he'd been through worse pain, but still.

So, he sat down, and continued scraping...one strip at a time...

I hope you like it! More to come~