Here is the last installment of Green With Envy. I am currently working on another Ninjago fan fiction, so keep your eyes open for that and hopefully, I'll publish more content in the near future :) And thanks to everyone who reviews and reads these stories. Catch you guys later!

Green With Envy

The Forgotten Ninjago Episode

Chapter Six: The Beginning of Something New

A few days had passed since all of the commotion about jealousy and identity confusion. Although the ninja team had never been able to retrieve the anti venom from the staffs and were now behind in the race to discover what Pythor was plotting, they accepted the new situation as it was and moved on. Yet every day Nya asked herself, Who am I? What do I want? The others had grown adjusted to being themselves with their own strengths and weaknesses. In actuality, Nya figured, the whole experience was probably better for all of them in the end. The four ninja had learned more about working together and could now joke about each other's abilities and powers without feeling self-conscious or confused about their own. Lloyd was in a better mood most of the time, but he still moped when Sensei wouldn't allow him to go on missions. And whenever he ventured into the ninja's room, he admired the newly framed photo resting on the nightstand featuring the entire crew. Lloyd included. All smiling and having a great time with each other. And for a few days Nya was happy to be the mission-debriefer and errand-runner. But this particular day after asking herself Who am I? What do I want? She felt like her time for only being the mission-debriefer and babysitter had ended. Not that she was discontent with maning the bridge; she just knew that this wasn't all she was ever going to be. Time had come for something different.

Nya was explaining all of this to Sensei over tea one day while Lloyd was playing video games and the ninja were on a mission. Sensei sat back in his chair and sipped his tea. "Nya, I think what you need to be asking yourself is Who do I want to be?" Nya responded immediately, "A ninja. I want to be a ninja." Sensei took another sip. "There are many doors in life, and when one door closes another opens."

There was a split second of a silence.

Nya was confused. She looked down at the warm green liquid in her cup.

What doors?

"Please, Sensei. I'll train. I'll do anything." Sensei set his cup down on the table. "Nya you're not ready yet. You cannot be a ninja now. That door is closed." Nya was crestfallen. She was very sure that she wanted to be a ninja. "But don't let that discourage you from being who you want to be." Sensei finished the last of his tea, stood up, and walked away.

Confusion stretched from ear to ear in her mind. Sometimes when you went to Sensei asking for advice, you only left more confused about life than you were before. She had questions. She thought she had had the answers. Well, okay. Being a ninja was out of the question right now. But don't let that discourage you from being who you want to be, he had said. She wanted to be a ninja! She stopped for a moment. Well, why did she want to be a ninja? What did she want from being a ninja? She sipped her tea. She admired everything that the ninja stood for. Bravery, peace, knowledge, protection, safety, equality, justice. She wanted to help people. She wanted to be accepted. She wanted to feel accepted by the boy's club. She wanted to protect and fight for others. And all of that came with being a ninja. But she couldn't be one! She slammed her cup down on the table in frustration. That door is closed, Wu had said. Well, what was that other thing he said about doors? When one door closes, another opens? But where was the open door?

Who did she want to be?

Nya refused to believe that she was only a mission-debriefer and an errand-runner and a babysitter. Sure, she could be that, but she wasn't only that. What did she want? She wanted to help people. She wanted to fight for them, protect them. When one door closes, another opens.

Suddenly it clicked in her head. She stood up, nearly knocking the table over. She could stand for everything the ninja stood for. She could open the door. She could be all that she wanted to be. And she could do it all without being a ninja.

The door opened suddenly and Jay walked in. "I was knocking on the door and you weren't saying anything, so…" Then worriedly, "Nya, are you okay?"

Nya turned around. "Huh? Oh, I'm fine. Sorry. I was just thinking."

Jay smirked. "I could tell."

"Uh, Jay?"

Nya asked, blueprints forming in her head at a hundred miles an hour.

"Yeah?"

"Could I borrow some scrap metal?"

'Why?"

"Oh, I just want to build something."

Something new. She thought. Something that's going to help a lot of people. Including me.

The End