Cole POV

Strength is my strength. That might sound weird, but it's true. I'm amazingly strong. Not just for my age, but for any human really! I'm like a strongman in a circus, maybe stronger.

So that's why I do crazy stunts. To test my limits. Like how right now I'm climbing up the side of a cliff with no safety equipment whatsoever. Well, I have a rope wrapped around my torso, but I'm only wearing shorts, so it's still pretty unsafe.

I was barely breaking a sweat, surprising even myself. What, am I a metahuman or something? I laughed at my own thought as I made a great leap and landed on a ledge.

"Ah!" I cried, jumping back in surprise. There was an elderly man drinking tea on the ledge calmly. What the heck?!

Jay POV

I was really high up. I peered down at the ground below. As I stood on the roof of the apartment, I wondered if I really wanted to do this.

What? No, I'm not committing suicide! At least, not purposefully.

See, I'm testing a new invention of mine. I created a pair of makeshift wings that, if this works, will enable humans to be able to fly! I'll make millions! But if this doesn't . . . I glanced at the street again and gulped.

"Okay, Jay, you'll be fine," I told myself, backing up a few paces to give myself a running start. "Three . . ." I ran forwards, towards the edge of the roof. "Two . . ." There was no turning back now! "One!"

I jumped.

For a few moments, I grinned. I was flying! This was fantastic! I was at least thirty stories in the air, and I wasn't fall—

I crashed into a billboard. Darn it, thought too soon.

I sighed, pulling a notebook painfully (I was aching all over, okay) from my backpack. I crossed off 'Flight Wings'. It was one in about fifty other crossed off names, other inventions that had failed. Why couldn't I do this?

I glanced tiredly over to my left and screamed in shock at what I saw. There was an old man drinking tea beside me. What was going on?!

Zane POV

It was relaxing really, sitting in freezing water with no one but the odd fish to keep me company. People said it was almost inhuman how I could sit beneath the waves for longer than anyone else could. But I was a human, just like everyone else. I just had a different talent.

I smiled, petting a fish as it swam past me. This was where I came to think and to meditate in peace. Though I did get some strange looks, I was alright with it.

But as I looked to my side, I began to choke. There was a senior man drinking tea under the water beside me! This was very strange!

Pearl POV

"Bye Deidre! I'm going to the audition!" I called as I headed towards the front door of my foster mother's house.

"Good luck, Pearlie, you're gonna need it!" Deidre's voice yelled from the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes; despite being an okay foster mom, Deidre hated my voice. "A dying baby panda and one of those annoying birds," she always said I sounded like. "Screaming your lungs out twenty-four seven, you should go get a normal job." But singing was my passion, and I wasn't about to give it up that easily.

"The five times I've been winner of the Blade Cup say otherwise!" I retorted, before slamming the door behind me.

I have a pretty good feeling about this audition. I mean, I try to have a positive outlook on most everything in life, but I'm seriously stoked about this! (Does anyone say stoked anymore? Do I sound like a surfer saying that? These are life questions!)

I'm trying out for the part of Liesl Von Trapp, in the Sound of Music musical that my town was putting on. I live in a pretty small town, just on the outskirts of Ninjago City, so I'm pretty sure I'll get the part. I wanted to try out for Maria, but I thought that Liesl would be better, considering I'm actually sixteen going on seventeen.

I sang quietly under my breath as I walked towards the theater where they were holding auditions. "I am sixteen going on seventeen, I know that I'm naive. Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet, And willingly I believe . . ."

But once I reached the theater, I found the door bolted and, pressing my face against the window pane, it looked empty. I groaned; I'd been duped! There probably wasn't even going to be a musical!

"It was probably one of those nasty brats who live across the cul-de-sac! They love playing tricks on me," I growled, ready to stomp off and teach those boys some manners, when someone spoke from behind me.

"It was me."

I spun around to face an old man with a long white beard. He was wearing a kimono and held a staff. He was also sipping a cup of tea.

"Uh, who are you and why on earth would you do that?" I asked, my voice raising with every word. It was pretty obvious that I was furious. That musical could've been my big break!

"I am Sensei Wu!" he cried, raising his staff menacingly. I arched an eyebrow. This guy was insane. "And you, my dear, have potential. I would like to train you to become a ninja."

I blinked in disbelief. I bit back a comment about him escaping from a mental institution and instead asked, "Me? A ninja? I'm pretty sure that you're thinking of someone else."

"Do you want proof? Hold this," he said, handing me a tray with his teapot, teacup, and bowl of sugar on it. I shook my head slowly. I had attracted a Looney Tune. Maybe I should call the police.

So quickly that I didn't have time to think, he flipped the tray with his staff, sending everything flying into the air. Instinctively, I grabbed the tray and moved it quickly to catch each item, catching all of the sugar in its bowl and the tea in its pot. Once I was finished, I was shocked, not at him, but at myself. I had no idea I could do that.

He gave me a very uncharacteristic smirk, saying, "I've already told your foster mother that you would be living with myself and my other students. Shall we depart?"

I was still unnerved by my own speed and ability, but this man said he would be able to train me. Help me discover my potential. Maybe I was destined to help others in more ways than just song.

"Yes," I decided. "Yes, let's go."

Hey everybody, it's Gracie here! I'm so glad that you've decided to come and read rewrite! My rewrite rules are pretty much the same as Moon's if you read her rewrite too and read her A/N, but if you didn't (though I obviously recommend her fic)(and Mar's whenever she posts it) basically this will be pretty much the same, except better. You know, I'm trying not to change my plot much, but I might tweak it a bit here and there :)

Anyways, yeah, hope you enjoy andif you do please review! –Gracie