DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ninjago!

I hope you like this, its not very original, I know, but I needed to do it for my own sanity. Don't ask.

I stared hard at the wall, as if it was the most interesting thing I'd ever seen.

"WHERE ON EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN, YOUNG LADY?" My dad was shouting to my twin sister, Mesi, downstairs. I groaned and lay back on my bed, upon which I was sitting. They had begun their daily shouting match. Now don't get me wrong, I love them both very much. They are my favourite people in the world, but they both have very short tempers. I usually have to split them up, most nights.

Mesi is 40 seconds younger than me, though everyone thinks she is the older one. We aren't identical, not much anyway. Well, I suppose our faces are of the exact same shape, size, etc, so much that if you shaved our hair off, and if we closed our eyes, you couldn't tell us apart. That's where the similarities between us end. Mesi is tall, elegant and ridiculously flexible; I'm a midget. Her hair is thick, reddy-brown, chin-length and curly; mine is, well, not thin, but not thick either, kinda in the middle, mousy-coloured, waist-length and straight, with flicks at the bottom. My nose is all freckled, and I have glasses; her face is flawless even without make-up. Her eyes are sky-blue, and they flash when she's angry, and sparkle when she's happy or excited. Mine are just brown.

Personality-wise, we're very different as well. Mesi, she inherited our dad's quick-temper and wit, and our mum's creativity. I inherited Dad's tendency to worry about other people too much, but Mum's calmness and forgetfulness. I got her diplomacy and people skills, as well. Mesi goes out with her friends all the time, gets in trouble at school all the time, wears too much make-up, dyes her hair various colours every week and doesn't own a single item of shop-bought clothing. I go to my best friend Gina's house after school, have all Bs and As at school, wear fairly nice, normal clothing, and have a penpal in France. Mesi's the rainbow, but I'm just beige.

Mum died when we were 4, so I can remember her, just. Like I said, I'm not good at memory. Since then, Dad has been raising us. He's a marvellous dad. We both love him to pieces, and her loves us just the same. He's just worries too much about us, that's why Mesi and he always end up arguing.

Speaking of them arguing, I jumped down from the top bunk on which I sleep, and padded downstairs to where the battle was taking place. They were in the kitchen.

"I TOLD YOU TO BE BACK AT TEN O'CLOCK!" Dad was shouting.
"I CAME IN AT TEN OH ONE!"
"ANYTHING could have happened in that one minute! You could been attacked, kidnapped, killed!"
"But-" Mesi began. I cut her off.
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" I shouted at them, "Mesi, you were late. Tell Dad you are sorry." She mumbled something that sounded like 'porridge'. "Sorry, say again, I didn't quite catch that," I said, putting a hand behind my ear.
"Ok, Dad, I'm sorry, I should have been back earlier," she said, not looking up from the floor.
"That's better," I said approvingly, "Now, Dad, you overreacted. She was one minute, not half an hour like normal, apologise to her please." Mesi had been known to come in much much later than ten oh one.
"I am sorry, Mesi."
"Good, now, can I go to bed without you causing another war?" I asked.
"Yes, goodnight sweetheart," Dad said, and kissed me on my forehead.
"Yeah, I think I'll go to bed too," Mesi agreed, "'Night Dad."
"'Night Honey," he called as we walked up the stairs.

Later, I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling. My head was rattling it had so much energy. I just couldn't sleep. This was strange for me, as I am normally a good sleeper. However, there was something ominous about the heaviness of tonight's atmosphere that made me uneasy.

Suddenly, I felt a familiar jolt at the back of my mind. "Mesi..." I called out.
"Annie! You felt it too!" she replied.
"Yeah, we've got to get up and warn everyone, quickly!" I said, scrambling out of bed.

Ever since our mother died, Mesi and I have been able to sense when some elemental disaster will occur. From the length and intensity of a jolt that we feel in our mind, we can tell how long it will be until the crisis begins, and how far away from us it will be. This particular jolt scared us immensely, because it was short and sharp, meaning that the catastrophe is not far away, and will happen quite soon.

The village in which we live is quite small, so it didn't take long to get everyone up and out. Everyone was standing on the village green, scared, cold and anxious. They were used to this happening. Normally it was an earthquake, or at certain times of year, a flood, but there was no precise way of telling what it could be. I had sent Gina out with a group of other villagers to scout around the village and to come back if they saw anything. Gina is very VERY fast, and she had selected the elitest athletes we have to go with her, so I didn't doubt that they would get back before the impact hit us.

Gina has been my best friend forever. She's like another sister to us. Our houses back onto each other, and she lives with her mum. Her dad died with her older brother at around the same time as our mum. Gina is very hyper and sunny all the time, but when she gets sad, it's infectious, and everyone else is sad too. She has shoulder length blond hair, which she wears up in a ponytail most of the time, and has these amazingly green eyes that change shade according to her mood. She's very sporty, and can eat as much junk food as she likes, and never ever get any fatter. She's just a bit taller than Mesi, so when I'm with the two of them, I feel like a dwarf.

Anyway, where was? Oh, yes, there. Well, Mesi and I were trying to reassure everybody, and keep everyone calm, when Gina and her group came running.
"IT'S FIRE!" she screamed at me. I quickly told my father, who was the head-firefighter, and him and his colleagues scrambled to their equipment. The subsequently began handing it out to everybody. Our village was too small to have a proper fire station and engine, but it was too far away from anywhere else to not have one. Instead, there was a small band of volunteers that would go into action is there ever was a fire. Everybody in the village would help too, thats just the way it worked.

Meanwhile, Gina was telling me more about the fire.
"It was HUGE!" she said excitedly, "It had already consumed a couple of streets by the time we went out of view!"
"Oh, dear," I said, worried, "This is gonna be hard!"
"The strangest thing was, it was purple!" she exclaimed in disbelief of her own words. I scrunched up my nose, as I always did when I was confused.
"It can't be natural then," I said. Gina nodded in agreement. "Anyway, we can ponder over this later, we've got a fire to fight!"

Everyone else had begun to disperse. Gina, Mesi and myself went down one street. We were armed with buckets and hoses. There were plenty of taps along the streets, they were emergency water supplies for droughts in summer. When we reached the fire, I stood staring at it. It was monstrous! Several houses were already burnt beyond recognition. Mesi tugged at me.
"Come on, Annie!" she shouted at me over the roar of the flames. I hooked up my hose, at shot it at the fire. Nothing happened. Sure, water came out, but as soon as it hit the fire, it just disappeared. I tried again - still nothing.

I looked over to the others, who were having the same problems.
"It's not working!" I shouted over to them. They shook their heads to indicate they agreed.
"Let's go and find some others!" Mesi suggested. We walked into the next street. Here, our dad and Gina's mum were fighting the flames. Dad was very close to the flames.
"Dad! Watch out!" Mesi shouted. He turned to look at us, just as the flames overtook him.
"DAD!" we screamed. But it was too late. He was gone.

I started crying, desperately, and begging him to be brought back. Mesi, however, was quivering. I turned to stare at her: she was rising off the ground!
"Mesi! What are you doing?" I shouted to her. She didn't respond to me.

Her eyes were burning brighter blue than I had ever seen them. Her hair was rising up like it was static. She raised her arms so they were parallel with the ground, her palms facing the fire. Suddenly, bright blue water shot out of her hands, and as soon as it touched the flames, they all disappeared. Mesi gently floated down and her eyes returned to normal.
"What just happened?" I asked her.
"I have absolutely no idea," she replied.
"Do you think you could do it again, to get rid of the rest of the flames?" On other streets, the fire was still raging. Mesi held her arms up and stretched out her fingers. She then shook her head.
"I'm sorry, I think it was a thing of the moment, I had to destroy thing that, well, you know what it did." I nodded. It still hadn't quite sunk in that dad was dead.

The four of us walked into the next street. Here, the water was starting to affect the fire, it was a lot more smoky than earlier. People were still fighting, but every so often they were swallowed up in the fire. There weren't many left. 5 or 6 of us were still alive. I began to think that we wouldn't get out of this alive.

Suddenly, four people wearing coloured costumes dropped out of the sky. Once they had landed, I saw they were ninjas. There was one in red, one in black, one in blue and one in white. the one in black shouted out.
"Zane, do your thing!"
The one in white, who I presume was Zane, shot a white beam at the flames. A section turned into ice, then melted away. We advanced at began fighting the rest of the fire. Two more people were swallowed up. Now it was just Mesi, Gina, Gina's mum, the ninjas and me left. Just then, the wind changed.

Smoke blew right in my face. I have never been able to stand smoke. Whenever it gets into my lungs, I pass out...

I crumpled to the floor.