Ight let's do it. So I'm really not proud of this story; I only wrote it because my irl friend(KitKatTheCrazyFangirl) asked me to, and I wanted a practice story to get into writing full-length stories. Anyway, yes, KitKat did come up with the idea for this story, but I majorly changed it(which is probably why I don't like it). And I might someday rewrite it, with an actual plot and half-decent writing, instead of just Ninjago-with-a-dumb-dragon-added. But, uh. Enjoy, I guess!

(Updates every day)

Announcer voice- Today on Way of the Dragon: Jinlong faces certain death and the destruction of everything she's ever known!

Jinlong voice- Episode One: Enter the Dragon

Jinlong yawned, stretching out her arms, blinking her blearly, dark-green eyes, her pointed fangs visible in her wide mouth. Her round, youthful face was still grimy from last night's game of tag, but she had no intention of washing it.

"Aha, she awakens!"

The dragon-girl grinned toothily at her older brother, Dalong the Big Dragon, after she finished yawning. He stood over his sister's pallet on the wooden floor, smiling. "It's about time you got up, sleepy."

"Why didn't you just wake me up earlier?" Jinlong asked, playfully pushing her brother aside as she stood, her voice like running water.

"Ask Maolong, I tried! You sleep like a mountain."

The younger laughed, running her fingers through her messy, bright gold hair, which reached down to the back of her knees. She really needed to start braiding it before she went to bed or something, since she had lost her brush a few weeks ago.

"I'm going out for a swim," Dalong told her, heading out of their family's wood-and-sheepskin hut. "Get dressed and you can eat breakfast, alright?"

"Alright!" Jinlong called, tossing her white and gold qipao over her underclothes. The dress wasn't so long that she couldn't run, but it wasn't so short as to be considered indecent. The golden parts, lining the edges and sleeves, were shimmery and apparently had real gold woven into them. After brushing a few bits of dust off of it, Jinlong slipped on her woven-fiber sandals and went back to attempting to comb her mess of hair.

Then she heard screaming.

Oh no, she thought, jolting upright. They're attacking!

Logically, Jinlong had no reason to assume that they were attacking. Sure, dragons were screaming, but it could have been another training accident or fishing mayhap, not the literal physical manifestation of evil invading the island.

But no Changing Dragon screams like that over a simple accident.

Shifting into the white-scaled, gold-maned dragon that she was, Jinlong dashed outside and was greeted with the worst sight of her entire 14 years of life.

Death. Never before in her life had Jinlong seen a dead dragon, but there, on the blood-stained grass, was Malong the Horse Dragon, her chestnut scales dyed a deep crimson around the horrible gash across her long body.

Retching, shuddering, Jinlong could not turn away. She'd known Malong all her life, the Horse Dragon would play with her when she was little, she'd taught her how to run, she'd given her rides...

"Jinlong! Get out of here, now!"

That was her father, Langlong the Wolf Dragon. It was disrespectful, she knew, but Jinlong did not look at him nor obey. She couldn't...not when Malong was there, dead, unburied, unmourned-

"RUN!"

A sudden force slammed into her side and Jinlong stumbled, her clawed paws awkward when holding up her lanky body. She tore her eyes away and saw her father, who'd shifted into a dragon, growling at her.

A wretched snarl caught her attention and she looked behind her to see-

No. That wasn't possible. They weren't supposed to be able to reach them on Huan, the island was supposed to be an eternal sanctuary from all of Kigana's evils.

Jinlong blinked, the- the things came closer, growling and snarling, brandishing spears and pikes. Her father leapt at them, teeth flashing and claws tearing, and the dragon-girl snapped into action, leaping into the air and zipping through the trees surrounding the village. She was very young, especially for a Changing Dragon, and so could only fly a few feet off the ground, but she still made it to the other side of the island in less than 10 minutes.

The majority of Huan's residents were gathered on the beaches on the west side of the island. The only way to get up or down from them was by taking the secret path from the cliffs that surrounded it, or flying. Jinlong did the former, shifting into a human and sliding under the bushes that concealed the sandy trail.

"Jinlong!" She heard her mother cry. The dragon-woman, Tianlong the Heavenly Dragon, ran up and embraced her, tears falling from her black eyes. "Oh, Jinlong…"

Absently hugging her mother back, the golden-haired girl scoured the beach, watching as Changing Dragons gathered the large sampons that had been stored there. She saw her sister, Maolong the Cat Dragon, and her two best friends, but...

"Mother," She asked, stepping back. "Where's Dalong?"

More tears, and a doleful, keening cry. Oh. Oh no.

"Mother, he's not...he...I was speaking with him! Mere minutes ago, Mother, he-" Jinlong wheezed, her vision blurring. "He can't be dead." Her voice cracked over the last word.

"They're here!" Shuilong the Water Dragon gasped fearfully, pointing to the high cliffs above them.

Dragons screamed, shifted, shoved sampons- small boats with shelters- onto the ocean and ushered others in. All the while, creatures of shadow flooded the beach, stabbing and slashing indiscriminately.

Jinlong stood at the water's edge, facing the towering monsters. Her hand slipped into her qipao pocket, fingering the little 2-inch dagger she always kept on her, as a good-luck charm. Its handle was made of pure gold.

"Jinlong!" She heard her mother scream. "Get away from them!"

Them. The ones who'd killed her brother and likely her father, if they'd made it so far. Why even bother calling the beasts them anymore? After all, it was only as an extra precaution to avoid drawing their attention to the island. But since it had clearly failed, why not call them by their real name, the ones young dragons dared each other to say at night- Oni.

Snarling and teeth clacking, one of the monsters turned its attention to Jinlong. She stood there, stiff as stone, her tiny dagger clutched tightly in her hands, the gold seeping into her hands, flowing up her arms, into her pounding heart.

Then, the oni charged. Jinlong lunged forward at the same time, burying her dagger in the beast's eye, a surreal and high-pitched scream of pain echoing through the natural amphitheater the cliff created.

There was a flash, and a sickly ripping sound. Then she was staring, somehow at the clouds in the early-morning sky. An odd, detached feeling floated through her, as then she was looking down at her gold-freckled face and she understood.

There was a gaping, bloody hole in her chest. The oni had impaled her. The scream had been hers. That meant she now was dying, her soul on its way to the departed realm, to be reunited with her brother and father.

Her father...her father was there! Yes, she was certainly dead now. But...but there was pain, bright, acute pain in her chest, in her lungs as she breathed. It felt as if it was actually going through her chest, like-like…

Jinlong wheezed, head spinning as she was vaguely aware of someone setting her down inside the shelter of a sampon.

"...impaled, probably punctured a lung," Someone, likely Yaolong the Herb Dragon, was saying. "There is nothing I can do."

The dragon-girl blinked, feeling oddly nauseous. There were other voices, but she couldn't make out the words. She couldn't- she couldn't...she needed air, but…

"Jinlong, stay still, calm down…"

Calm...she couldn't be calm! Her chest burned, her throat clicked, her hands clenched and unclenched. She was dying, for Half Child's sake, she was too young to die, right? Death only came to the old and the ill, and Jinlong was neither. But Dalong...Dalong. She wanted her brother, his strong, comforting arms, but something was wrong. He was...he...

In a wave of peace, all went mercifully dark.

Announcer voice- What will become of these displaced dragons? Will they be able to survive on the open sea? And is Jinlong going to live? Find out next time on Way of the Dragon!