This Chapter is touching, and looong anyways get ready for the feels 3

Kai Pov

Everything seemed to be flashing by me, memories, happy times, torturous times seem to

flash right before my eyes, leaving everything a blur. And then finally it stopped, but not exactly.

When everything stopped moving I was eight again, my little hands and smiles, my bright eyes.

But yet it didn't seem all that bright anymore, it was showing the memory right after the fire, a

memory I did not want to go back to. Both Nya's and mine eyes were ice pink, tear streaks not

seeming to ceasing as we kept weeping, the fire still raging on in the wreckage. Our parents were most likely dead. Why wouldn't we be crying? After breaking the lonely sience Nya suggest if we should look around, to see if anyone was still alive,

chances of people so even them could help us. But all we found was ash, and broken memories.

We found antics, or maybe even the traces of how people used to live here, but yet no humans.

There were corpses, a lot of corpses, things we weren't supposed to see yet we saw our

neighbors, friends dead. We weren't supposed to see blood, this young. We weren't supposed

to see humans burned alive, or humans that turned to ash. We weren't supposed to see the

world so cold like this. But yet we did. Our feet pulling us forward as they were scratched just to

find our parents, we looked through the wreckage, only a few flames left that were overlapping

each other but yet had not intent to try to come near us, after a while of silence and our bare feet bringing us forward with determination to just find a little sigh of life, indeed we found our parents. Yeah we did find our parents alright. Dead, burning,

and ashing away. They died trying to save other people, but yet did not succeed. So risking your

life to become a hero wasn't worth it? Was trying life even worth it? Those questions I would ask

on a regularly basis, asking everyday, was I even worth it? As we saw our discoordinated

parents, we couldn't help but cry more, our hearts beating with fear as scratches and bruises

marked our pale white skin. We stood there hugging each other, our bodies lying in the

wreckage, our determination was the only thing keeping ourselves to give up. We lost

everything, and everyone. Lost our hopes, dreams, and innocence, as the tears continued to

rush down our cheeks. Our bodies interlocked as I kept holding my dear sister, tighter, and

tighter. After all she was all I had left, my everything, my everyone, my hopes, dreams, and my

last of humanity and innocence. She died, I die. She burn, I burn. She cry, I cry. And so we did,

our faces straining with sorrow as we wailed with more calls of sadness, until sirens awakened from

the background. Humans, actual humans. There were many of them, from what I saw. At the

sound of the whirling blaze both of our heads bounced up to see the commotion. Men in

uniforms grabbed water and more scouting the village like we did, the didn't spot us, and we didn't

want them to spot us. We were scared, fiftly, and sorrowful. This was the worse state we

have ever been in, painful, sorrowful, scared, and fiflty. These people were too late, too late to save lives. I couldn't imagine how guilty they

felt, but yet I found no pity in it. They could've saved them, these men that are just taking out the

small flames, could've saved lives, could've save our parents. But they were too late, too late

to make any difference, but however they gleamed when a somewhat teenage man came up

behind us, black hair horling from his face, green eyes meeting with mine. And at that moment

that man called out to the others alerted them that we were here. The face of accomplishment

clouded their faces as they grabbed us, the crying children, the week children. And my sorrow

finally vanished as they carried us to a strange car, which was more like a red van that had

much room to easily fit every man and us here. Why did they think they saved us? Mother and

Father did, not them. They thought they did something good, priceless. They did absolutely

nothing, they just showed at the time we were still alive. But yet they didn't show at the time

when everyone else was dying, yes we weren't dying before. But now I felt like dying, true

misery, as everything else I knew and loved, was gone.

As the man pulled us into the van the memory somewhat froze, and then it happened once

again. Everything whooshed past me in a blur, memories, so much painful memories and then

finally it stopped, closing in on a familiar cottage, flowers sprung around, the sun shining happily

down to anyone who enjoyed living there. But I for knew that place was truly my heaven for

some of my life time, but yet it ended fastly. I was ten now, two years after the devious fire, we

were now living with our Auntie, our mom's younger sister who gladly took us in, showing

kindness and loving nature. We loved Auntie, all she did was help and ease our pain, and that

just made it worse. We out of all people knew she was deadly ill, terminal cancer was claiming

her life, meaning she would die less than a month. Our heaven, gone.

"Auntie! Auntie!" I would say cheekly throwing a ball in a air has it felled to the ground making me

smile even wider. "Auntie! Do you want to play kickball with me and Nya?" I asked my eyes

brightening more than ever making the strange looking lady that was across from me chuckle

with delight. Crysy was a view to see, blonde straight hair somewhat curly at the ends, brown

warm eyes, and also wearing a beautiful dress making her even more unique. "Oh course my

child, me versus you and Nya?" I beamed even wider nodding yes, my hair bobbing up and

down. Both Crysy and myself both walked outside of the small, wooden, cottage door, meeting

up with a young Nya, seven to be exact at the time. Evergreen trees came into view, long light

grass strains wrecked at our legs making them itchy, but we didn't care. I brought the red

kickball outside my features still smiling than ever. Both all of us nodded at each other as Nya

and I went through the other side of the yard parrel of the right side of our small home. I past the

ball for Crysy to kick first, but right away something was wrong. She was suddenly pale, her tan

skin turning and swirling, her eyes panicked as she clutched her heart. What was wrong? She

was supposed to kick the ball instead she dropped to her knees making Nya and I more worried as we ran

to her aid our eyes confused and sorrowful. She noticed us as her brown eyes trailed up to me

and Nya. And with all of her remaining strength she barely whispered, "Live long my children." And

died in Nya's arms. We screamed out for her, wanting her to come back, just please come back!

I couldn't lose another person, I couldn't lose Auntie! But her remaining breaths past, our

screaming was useless as so was our crying. Auntie was gone. After that we quickly called our

neighboring town, well soon to be Ninjago city, we were still convinced Auntie was still alive that

she passed out and need just treatment. We couldn't let her go, we just couldn't accept it. The

doctor that we got quickly came to our house and made his way to Auntie. He slowly checked her pulse and sighed sadly his sad eyes looking

at us. "Children, your Aunt is dead." No. No. No. NO! Please God no! After that the doctor

quickly escorted us to the shelter, our eyes still shocked, our heart still pained. Why did

everything have to happen to us? Why did destiny hate us? Why did life hate us? We didn't

know, but yet we still wanted to know, just to know why these things happened to us. We stood

in the shelter for about a month, not talking, barely eating, our minds still in denial over Auntie. Why

would our life test us?

And then a little over a month, someone finally adopted us. Abella Anderson. The first time we

met her she was just kind like our Auntie, beautiful, playful, and overall nice. And then we met

her true nature. She would continually force Nya to do hours of piano, and balla. Forcing her to

be the perfect girl, Bella admired Nya for the obedience, but yet still punished her if not what she

would stay, 'gracious.' Me on the other hand, never gave me a chance. She would continuously

lash out on me, saying threats, using me for sick crime. And one of the worse things she did,

was sending us to school. At first we were excited maybe even glad of fitting in around the

forming, Ninjago city. But it wasn't everything we expected. Everyone in their perspective

thought of us as, stupid, and little twerps which they continually reminded us of. Us never really

going to school before were really far behind, not knowing times yet or fractions. And that really

angered Abella. She forced Nya to read and study for hours and hours just liked she did with

balla and piano, giving her no time of the day leaving Nya devastated and exhausted. And when

Abella studied with me and I got something wrong, she would bring me to her, 'play room'. A

room somewhat next to her bedroom, which was parallel of Nya's. The playroom had knifes,

and torture cages and more sick objects. It was almost like a horror movie. She would cut, and cut into my skin, put me

in a cage almost completely starving me once. There was bath-tub filled with ice, and one of

those punishments that led to that tub was putting you in there for hours, and hours. Another

tool she had was in the right far corner of the room. Fire hot embers sticked low too wood as

she would make you stand on that for some minutes while you screamed and cried for the pain

to stop. She was a complete demon, I wouldn't even call her human. Nya would regularly hear my screams and cries from that

room and would wait for me, and then hugged me tighter than ever as she as well cried with me.

It seemed I was getting pain mentally and physically, and I hated it. After about four more years, Nya heard a

lesson at school, about coming clean to the council if you were being abused or someone else

was. Nya immediately told the council who were disgusted by Bella's actions and quickly took

their own actions. Abella was not forced into jail, no. But a mental institute where she would stay

there for a couple of years until she was sane. And now It was just me and Nya once again.

Instead of trying to find a new home, we instead remembered a thing long ago, a place where

Auntie would say used to be our father's work job in Ninjago village on the other side of the city.

And instead of doing anything else we went there. Trying to leave every horror and sorrow

behind, but wounds and scars won't heal that quickly. Especially the ones that you went through

your whole life. The ones that almost killed you.

Please read the Authors note!

Did I make you cry? :) Also Kai will have memories of this summary. This is just a summary of the memories Kai will have all these memories in detailed manners, saying some of the torture moments, some memories of Auntie and his parents, and the time in the shelter and at school!