The never realm.

The young woman finally made it home dragging the still unconscious body behind her. Before she attended to the unconscious girls extensive injuries she erased all traces of their passage and then magically closed off the entrance of the cave with a rock. Home was nothing fancy or frivolous. Merely a means to an end. Something safe and secure. Once done the young woman dropped off the heavy pack and then unstrapped the baby from her front. Now asleep she set the tiny baby in the cradle by the fireplace. The young woman's element was not of fire but magic. However magic plus extensive knowledge of spells, as evident by the hoards of books lining the walls, meant a fire was crackling in a wave of her hand and the cave started to warm.

She then turned her attention to the girl she dragged in and set on the wooden table. The quick healing spells she cast out in the woods only slowed the bleeding and prevented death from happening on the way back. Strong magic, spell work, herbal teas and medicine were necessary now. Another wave of her hand changed the torn and ruined leather studded garment from the girl to soft and clean cotton. She swept the girls long blond hair up with her hands to reveal the bruised and smashed face. Pulling it back and up with a long thick braid like her own. She realized her face was also covered in odd grease paint like makeup which she also removed. Using her magic now she repaired the internal injuries before working on the external ones. Massive internal bleeding, crushed organs and more bone fractures and breaks then she could quickly count. There was no way this girl would have survived without my help she thought. Even with the best medical care a hospital could provide she would still be a goner. She pushed hard and fixed all the internal injuries. Dropping back and then to her knees she gasped for breath. She had never been able to fix that much damage before. Well she had tried with her mother. But old age is a far different thing to fix than physical injuries. Age and death catches up to us all she thought.

Picking herself off her knees she went to the shelf of books and pulled out a few tomes, ancient and the pages thing and worn. Carefully opening the books to the pages she wanted then she turned to the shelves holding glass jars of teas and herbs. She dropped tea leaves, the herbs and a few other odd looking things in a pot and set it on a hook by the fire. In another pot she placed yet more herbs and gross looking things and set to smashing it all to a wet pulp. Done with that she spread the gross and goopy pulp over the magically sewn external injuries. With more magic and some spells she pulled from the book she set back to examine her work.

"With a little luck, and some more magic later she won't have so much as a scar." she said out loud.

The words caused the baby to stir, she turned and unbundled the baby to feed and change her now. It was a baby girl, like not much more than two months old. As she set down to feed her the young woman looked at both the baby and the unconscious girl. Then thought to her own looks. Her own hair was brown, long, thick and curling. The baby had little tufts of dark hair, probably will turn black as she ages. The girls was a blond so pale it was nearly white. And enviously smooth the young woman thought. The baby done eating was more lively and cooed and stretched. Now your awake the young woman thought.

The girl laying on the table started to move slightly. The young women baby still in arms quickly got up to check on her. Sensing movement the girl on the table tried to move. Only to feel the utter agony of her freshly healed wounds. Without the strength to open her eyes she moaned.

"Its ok, Im hear now, you are going to be ok Hurem." The young women said.

"My name is not Hurem moron" the girl on the table snapped. Then quieted. The use of speech was painful and draining.

"Yes it is moron" The young woman snapped right back. "I was there the day you were born. I think I know what your name is"

With difficulty the girl on the table opened her eyes to look at the young women holding the baby in front of her. The baby she had no clue who it was. The young woman was vaguely familiar. Taller than her, a little older. But she could place her face and the hair from somewhere.

"Who the hell are you? She asked, Not particularly nicely.

"Well haven't you grown up to be just a little ray of sunshine.'' The young woman replied in annoyance. "My name is Brianna, or Bree as you called me when we were tiny. Do remember me at all?" Bree asked.

"Bree...'' the girl on the table whispered. Closing her eyes. She thought back through the haze. "I had a cousin named Bree, before my parents died. I don't know what ever happened to her."

"Well my mother said our whole family was dead and every friend I ever knew up to that point was dead. That's when we started realm hopping." Bree answered. "I had no idea anyone was left." she said. Hugging the baby tight in her arms. Which earned a disgruntled squeak from the baby.

The girl on the table opened her eyes again at the noise.

"This is my daughter Alanna" Bree said proudly. Moving to sit at a chair closer to the table.

The girl on the table didn't speak for a moment then asked with a little fear in her voice "Who else is here?" Thinking if there was a mother and a child the father couldn't be far behind.

"Dead" Bree responded curtly with a touch of anger. Not adding anything further about Alana's father. "And my mother is dead as well, as far as I knew Alana was my only family left alive. Until I found you out in the woods today while I was hunting."

"How did you end up in the woods in a pile of ruble. You literally just tore in right in front of me. I had no idea anyone else could realm jump like I can." Bree asked.

"Realm jump? The girl on the table asked. "Wait, where are we. Where in Ninjago?"

''Umm...we are not in Ninjago. We are currently in the Never realm. And that's just about as far gone from Ninjago as a person can possibly get. I haven't been there since I was a child." Bree told her.

Bree paused, waiting for the girl to respond. Or to offer any reason for her being here in the state she was in.

"So you have no idea how you got here? Bree asked again.

"I have made some poor life choices" the girl responded.

Like that answered any of the questions Bree had in her mind. Bree got up from the the chair and got a ladle to get some now hot tea from the pot over the fire. She set Alana down in her cradle. Walking back to The table she held the cup out to the girl. Still too weak Bree cradled her head and help the girl drink.

'Thank you" she said. Barely above a whisper.

"Soo what can I call you if your name is not Hurem" Bree asked.

There was a long pause then, as if the girl on the table did not want to answer.

The girl on the table was unsure if she should respond at all. "My name" she said slowly. 'My name is Harumi."