After taking a good look at the man, Zane noticed some words carved – probably with a very fine stiletto (Not the shoe, the dagger) seeing how well it was written – into the man's chest. It read:
We are to be feared. We are to be hunted... But not caught. Come to the frozen fish lake... That is, if you have the guts.
Zane decided to leave as soon as possible. He'd already been in trouble with the police and he didn't want to be caught on the site of a vicious murder. He had made his decision, he was not going to frozen fish lake, he didn't want to be part of this. He strolled lazily back along the path that would lead him to the spot he had been pushed off less than half an hour ago. Once he got to the top, he saw a bird flying overhead, it was the falcon he had sent to help.
He followed the falcon back to the forest, and – since Zane could understand what it was saying – it told him that something was going on at frozen fish lake. He decided that his original decision had now been overruled and – reluctantly – made his way to frozen fish lake.
The lake wasn't a very big lake, it was more like an oversized pond in a park. There was a small convention going on at the lake, something to do with the story of Garmadon and his – not mentioned by name – brother. That was the one story Zane actually liked about the city, about how the brother had hidden all four golden weapons from his corrupted brother, Garmadon.
Everybody was dressed up in ninja clothing and buying prop-golden weaponry. As Zane walked through the crowd he did notice a few people wearing hooded cloaks but none had samurai masks. As Zane turned he felt a punch in his chest, he stood for a moment, looking to see who had hit him. No one was there. Something was wrong, the ground seemed to tilt until he fell over, but no one else did. He turned and saw people staring at him, a woman screaming without noise, someone running silently... He was lying in a pool of water... Red water... And then he noticed... It was his blood...