Here's chapter 2! As always, the characters in this story belong to the creators of Ninjago and are not my own. Thank you so much for your kind reviews - I hope to continue this story and develop it further. Hope you enjoy!
Bright blue eyes opened to the darkness of night. The dimness of a dingy room filled their surroundings... the wooden floor creaked as a mouse crawled by. Zane pushed the covers off, easing his feet onto the old wood below his rickety bed. Standing, he reached his full height and looked around. His father was still asleep in the bed across the room, snoring softly. He almost broke his glasses as he buried his face deeper into his pillow. Zane watched as his father slept, in his own little dream world. His father had told him about dreams, but he never had any of his own. He supposed he should be sad, though he supposed he wasn't. The only thing that gnawed was a sense of curiosity - a desire to learn.
Two feet shuffled forward, tip-toeing over to the sleeping inventor. Zane reached forward, cautiously taking the glasses off of his father's sleeping form and setting them on the nightstand beside him. Pulling the blankets up to cover his father, he gently laid them under the old man's chin and headed for the stairs.
The wooden stairs groaned as Zane made his way up the height of their underground bunker. Though loud, he knew the protesting wood wouldn't wake his father - he'd done this enough times to realize that his father could sleep through anything. He pushed the door open when he reached the top; the metal creaked in pain, shrieking louder the more he opened it. Putting his leg forward, he sighed as the crisp winter air hit his face. Zane relished the cold - the sting it brought to his cheeks, the chill of winter on his nose, the struggle to stay warm against such a powerful element. He snuck outside whenever he could, watching the stars twinkle brightly in the night sky. It always made him wonder; his mind's wheels would turn, wondering what was up there. What could possibly make something so big, so wonderful? So... beautiful. A sense of peace washed over Zane as he laid in the freshly fallen snow. His eyes wandered to-and-fro, gazing at each sparkling light. The moon, with its pale face dominating the night sky, drew him in, pulling him like the evening tide. Whoever made it, he figured, was certainly not to be trifled with. If anything, respect was due, along with a deep sense of reverence.
He wondered throughout the night, never bothered by the wind or the chill it brought. The cold was nothing new to Zane. It was like him: brisk but not in a hurry. In other words, quick to come when needed and lingering to get the job done. Efficient. Consistent. Predictable.
Zane frowned at that last part. he didn't need anyone to tell him that he was predictable - it was easy enough to figure out. He wasn't hard to figure out. Maybe, if he changed his personality... no, no he couldn't do that. Changing his mannerisms wouldn't please his father. Come to think of it, that wouldn't please him, either.
He smiled to himself, contented and self-assured. He may not be perfect, nor may he be like everyone else. But, at least, he would be content in being himself.
Author's Notes:
Hey, guys! I'm so glad y'all like this story so far. I would've updated sooner, but it's been a little crazy lately. I hope you like this short chapter on Zane - I know I liked writing it since he's one of my favorite characters. Hopefully, I will keep writing this story and the chapters will become longer and more enjoyable. God bless!