So love her or hate her Harumi is alive. I never felt like her death was real enough. No body and no visual to the actual demise. And characters in Ninjago have survived way way worse. She is part of my whole redemption and learning to be a better person thing. This is my first writing attempt. I struggle with getting all the word vomit and ideas out of my head in a way that is readable and good. Feel free to review to critique or ask questions.

The never realm.

Over the next several days Bree barely got a word out of the girl she dragged in. Who wanted to go by the name Harumi now. While the worst of the wounds and injuries were healed Harumi was very very weak and would barely stay awake long enough to eat and drink a little before falling back asleep. Bree's mind buzzed with questions as to how she got here. How she was not dead as Bree's mother said. And how she was so terribly injured in the first place. Bree would need to go hunt and fish soon, other wise she ran the risk of running out if the weather took a turn for the worst. It seemed like this place was always cold. But she had been here since just before Alanna was born and it seemed like a spring or change of season should be here soon. But she could be wrong Bree thought. Different realms had different rules. And maybe seasons lasted more than months here. Maybe even years or decades. The last thought was sobering. The monsters that chased her out of the last realm, killed her mother and then killed Slate couldn't handle the frozen cold. But humans cant handle an endless winter either.

Reminding herself of her dead mother and dead husband didn't put Bree in the greatest of moods. The monsters had caught her mother by surprise. And taken her elemental power. They seemed shocked that Bree still had hers and knocked them all into the departed realm with it. Well more accurately those things don't die from just any hit, Magical or otherwise. But if you aimed very carefully and cracked them in the head it cracked like a fragile porcelain tea pot. And then they died instantly. Bree had tried and tried to research and figure out what they are. The closest she got in likeness was a Kappa. But those were usually harmless water imps that ate only vegetables and could be easily befriended with bribes of cucumbers.

With her mothers elemental powers gone she aged a hundred years over night it seemed. Even her half Djin blood did no good. And her mother Rowena died within a day. Bree had no idea what those things would do if they got a hold of a baby. But given the fight they put up. The total and utter lack of any sense of intelligence or thought process she didnt think it would stop them. Bree was so lost in thought that she did not realize that both Harumi and Alanna were now awake. Picking up Alanna and one bowl of soup she sat down on the bed where she had propped Harumi to eat. Without a instants thought Bree gestured with her hand and wordlessly used magic to get the other bowl and some spoons as her arms were full.

At the sight of magically flying bowls Harumi was crawling backwords up the small bed and nearly knocked herself off the other side.

"What in the hell is wrong with you?" Bree asked with a snort. Alanna was pumping her chubby fists wildly and Bree held her face back out of the way.

"You did magic...you are?! How did you do that?" Harumi asked in shock and fear.

"Yes?" Bree asked in confusion.

"What are you some sort of witch or sorceress?" Harumi asked. Obviously not being ok with it.

"Same thing as you bonehead, on my mothers, fathers side anyways." Bree responded.

Bree was left with the blankest of stairs from Harumi.

"You don't know what I am... sooooo that also means you dont know what you are." Bree said. With a touch of frustration in her voice.

"I am nothing like you. I was born in Ninjago. My parents were human and wonderful. Then a giant ass snake killed them and tore the city to the ground. Then I was adopted and I didn't particularly care for my adopted parents or the" Harumi paused there. "The extremely strict and rigid life hey had planned out for me."

Bree stared at Harumi like she had grown a second head.

"What?" Harumi asked.

Bree could barely think how to respond to this. She pursed her lips and looked down to the baby she held. Then back up to Harumi. "You are I are cousins right, you remember that? Bree questioned Harumi.

"I remember that much. And playing with some other children. Not anything past that." said Harumi.

Bree set the bowl down she was holding. This was not fabulous news. If she didn't know who or what she was Harumi might not take it well. So Bree started off slowly. "We are cousins on my mothers fathers side. That side of our family is Djin from Djinjago. Your mother was a very nice lady from Ninjago. Human. But that does not mean any less to a Djin. Family and children themselves are so very rare and special to us. You could have been born with horns and everyone would have been thrilled."

"What the hell is a Djin?" Harumi snapped.

"Djin... Jin...ooh what do people from Ninjago call us..." Bree trailed off. "Oh that's right most idiots call us genies"

"Your a Geni?! I'm a freaking geni?" Harumi screeched. "That's impossible, my birth parents were human."

"I've met your parents, I went to your naming party. In Djinjago. Your mother had braided up white blond hair. Your fathers was coal black. I am very very sure . You are half Djin anyways" Bree said.

"A half Djin can do magic like that?" Harumi asked.

"Im not even half Djin." Bree replied. "My mother was half Djin and half elemental master of magic. Some of my family comes from Djinjago, some from Ninjago just like you. So some of our magic and talents are the same, some a little different." Bree responded.

Harumi didn't know how to respond to any of this. Or at least the right way. "If you are right then the people I think are my birth parents... were just another set of adoptive parents...Why?" Harumi asked with pain in her voice.

"I dont know sweetheart." Bree responded with a sigh. "My own mother told me our whole family was dead. All our friends were dead. That my father died long before I was even born. Hell I am not even sure who he was. Or what realm I was born in for that matter. All that I knew was we had to run from the monsters trying to kill us. And that we could realm jump...or at least I can. And we jumped from place to place until we had to run again. That's my whole childhood going into adulthood."

"Aww look at us bonding over our mutually messed up childhoods and lives." Harumi said rolling her eyes.

"Eat your dam soup smart ass." Bree said. Rolling her eyes right back.

Bree went to sit and feed the baby. Harumi picked at her bowl of soup. At least she was alive. And at least Bree seems to be able to tolerate her bitchy attitude. Harumi wondered what Bree would say or how she would respond if she ever found out what kind of things she had done. The person she really was. Harumi decided that she would cross that bridge when she came to it. After all as Bree said. They were in the never realm. Just as far gone from Ninjago as a person could go. Harumi thought that might suit her just fine for now.