Hello Everyone 3

I've decided to rewrite True Warriors for like... The fourth time 0.0'' But, I wanted to because I have thought about how to write this story. And I've figured out how to. I have also changed Willow. I have changed her name to Shimo and her element is now frost. Shimo actually means frost. I've decided to change her name because, I was in an abusive friendship with someone named Willow and I didn't want to be associated with that name anymore. So her new name is Shimo 3. And I think its much more fitting for her.

Also, I wanted to thank the person who stood by me as I kept rewriting this story, Mayor of Ninjago city 3. Hope you enjoy this version!


PROLOGUE


The winters of the Northern lands were always the coldest, especially the capital of Icenwood. And the coldest days were nearing. But the people of the North were already used to them. Able to cozy up to the fire in their homes, and happy as their rulers gave out the rations the southern realms had sent for the winters, as their lands were not fit for crops.

The rulers of these lands were kind, and generous. A family of four… The Queen, Lady Faith. The King, Lord Julien. The Prince, Zane. And the Princess. Princess Shimo. The rulers lived in the castle in the center of the capital of their lands. Icenwood. A city that stretched for miles and was always covered in Ice and Frost, even on the warmest days.

"Mama!" A young girl's voice sounded throughout the halls. "Maaaaamaaaaa!"

The Queen just smiled and turned to her youngest daughter. "Yes Shimo?" She said kneeling down to get to eye level. "What are you doing up at this hour?"

"I… I had a nightmare." Shimo said hugging her stuffed kitsune toy.

"Oh? What about?" Faith asked. "Talking always helps."

"Um… A black cloud. A-And it turned into a scary monster. A big scary monster," Shimo said hugging her toy close.

"A big scary monster. Well that is scary…" Faith said as she picked up her daughter. "Why don't I tell you a story. A story about heroes who defeat monsters." She said cuddling her as she brought her to her room.

"Heroes…?" Shimo whispered, rubbing her eyes.

"Yes. Six amazing heroes who defeat big ugly monsters!" Faith said tucking her daughter into bed. Shimo smiled as she cuddled her Kitsune close.

There is a story that has been passed down from generation to generation. A story of six warriors. Two Warriors from the Northern clan. Two Warriors from the Southern clans. And then… Two Warriors from the Middle clan. These clans were the beginnings of the realms we know today. And they were where each Warrior was born into existence.

A princess born to the Northern clan. A princess who could create beauty from her power. A Warrior who would wield the whip of Frost. A Warrior clad in gray.

A Prince born to the Northern clan. A Prince whos intelligence was as strong as the power he would wield. A Warrior who would wield the shurikens of Ice. A warrior clad in White

A Prince born to the southern clan. A prince whos fury was as hot as his flames. A warrior who would wield the sword of fire. A warrior clad in red.

A thief born to the southern clan. A thief who's wit was as fast as lightning. A warrior who would wield the nunchucks of lightning. A warrior clad in Blue.

A performer born to the middle clan. A performer whos strength was as strong as the earth. A warrior who would wield the sythe of quakes. A warrior clad in black.

And A Prince born from the middle clan. A Prince who is destined to lead. A warrior who will wield each amd every power that would come before him. A Warrior clad in green.

These six warriors were the protectors, chosen by this worlds creators. Warriors chosen to protect this world from evil.

Faith smiled as she looked at her daughter tucked into bed sound asleep. "Love you sweet pea." She said kissing her head. "Sleep well. Little Warrior."