-skylor's pov-

Everyday, Chen's Noodle Shop gets less and less customers.

Every week, each person has less money and a dirtier face.

I'm worried. And not just about the city; about the ninja.

I gotta admit, years ago, I heard about Garmadon and his awful ways - since, y'know, him and my father...yeah. Anyways, after that, when he was stripped of evil and turned good, I was actually surprised to see him come to the island. He looked so innocent, yet powerful; strong and caring.

And then there is what he is now.

The lord of destruction with power coursing through his veins like he needs it to survive or something. And I heard he reached his "true potential" a lot quicker than any of the ninja had, which makes me worry. Now he has like a cult of people worshiping him with none other than the one and only princess of Ninjago as his second-in-command. If that poor girl did not bring this huge issue of the city falling apart on all of us - including herself - I'd feel sorry for her.

Then there is the problem that I almost slapped Nya in the face with a greasy frying pan last night. Who woulda thought that she would be so quiet as to sneak into my restaurant's back alley with guards following her - as a ninja, you know? A ninja that is highly wanted by literally everyone except like three people.

But that does not matter. What matters is what she told me. What she told me broke my heart.

I tried to stay strong for her because I could see the crystal tears being held in her shallow eyes. I could feel the sadness in her voice; she wanted to break down. And yet, if I snapped while she came to me for help, it would be a crying wreck of...of two teenage girls mourning over the only people that they care about in their life that just died.

Wow, imagine that.

So as soon as we came to an agreement and the hug broke apart, she left. And I cried.

Actually, I did a little more than cry.

I dropped something - not really sure what, but it made a bang. I had my hands running through my hair and it completely messed up my ponytail. When I tossed myself back into the booth, I just couldn't help but curl into a ball and let it loose.

I cried because if Lloyd really is losing all of his hope, how did we stand a chance? I cried because I just lost the people that mattered the most to me. But eventually, my face dried and anger boiled inside of me. For a second I wanted cold, hard revenge.

It's a cruel world out there.

Then an idea hit me.

I walked over to the windows first, shutting the leftover blinds all the way. After I finished that, I hurried to clean up the rest of the tables. I washed some remaining dishes. I finished closing the shop completely for the night.

When I felt like collapsing right then and there, I picked up my phone and dialed some numbers I honestly never wanted to have to call in such awful situations again.

Time to fight back.