Thank you for the reviews on the prologue! Knowing that you guys like my stories makes them come out of my head easier.
I felt sorry for the pitiful Chapter One, so I combined it with Chapter Two. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ninjago
Chapter 1
A long, black cloak flapped around his broad shoulders in the hard wind from where he was standing on a protruding rock overlooking a village to the north. A dark gray circlet wrapped around his thick, scruffy, side swept, pure black locks, holding them in place. A scythe, the handle as long as he was tall, was strapped to his back, giving him the air of a warrior who was calm before a battle. His bottomless pit black eyes were fixed on the horizon, burning with an unreadable emotion. His mouth was set in a straight, hard line.
Footsteps from behind made him turn his head and look over his shoulder.
"Hey, Cole," it was his younger brother, Lloyd. "Want to help me practice my battle skills?"
"The last time you asked me that, it did not end well, because we ended up getting completely covered in mud, bruised very badly, and, to top it all of, we both got punished," Cole replied, a little on the stern side. Lloyd's face fell.
Not only did Lloyd's face fall, but so did the storm clouds that had been hanging over the entire countryside. Rain poured down, soaking the two males. Lightning flashed, illuminating the pitch black sky, and thunder cracked so loudly that the earth shook.
Cole quickly unfastened his cloak and draped it over Lloyd's narrow shoulders. Lloyd pulled the sides closed, and the two young princes hurried up the slick rocky path towards their castle, where they knew that they were going to get scolded for being out in the rain.
But little did Cole know that his entire world was about to change that night as soon as he fell asleep.
Chapter 2
It was down pouring rain as he hurried along the lit sidewalks, his jacket hood pulled up.
He picked up the pizza that he had ordered forty-five minutes earlier, and then continued on his way to his apartment building.
He stood outside of a door that said '23' on it. He fumbled around in his pocket, trying to find his apartment key.
Once he found it, he inserted it, turned it, opened up the door, flipped on the lights, and then slammed the door shut once he got in.
He dropped his keys onto the kitchen counter, followed by the pizza.
He then pulled out a paper plate, napkins, and then placed two slices of pizza onto the plate. He got a glass of water, and then went into his living room.
He sat down, propped the footrest up, and then flipped on the TV.
After one hour and seventeen minutes, he turned off the TV, threw his paper plate and napkins away, and then went to take a shower.
Zane punched his pillow into place, then layed down. The steady pounding of the rain, with the occasional flash of lightning and boom of thunder, lulled him to sleep.
Whenever he opened his eyes, he was standing somewhere in a bleak, icy land. He looked down. What he saw was most definitely not his style.
He was wearing a white robe with matching white pants. His pants were woven with multiple layers, his shirt the same style as his pants. A sash of red silk was tied around his waist. In his hands were shurikens, each made out of solid gold. They felt as cold as ice.
"Use your gifts wisely," a booming voice said.
"What gifts?" Zane called. Immediately, he was surrounded by images that were circling him. A brain, a mixing bowl, a hand grasping a shuriken, a bottle with a red cross on it with a roll of bandages laying next to it, et cetera.
"What do these mean?" he asked.
"They were given to you to help the One battle the darkness," the voice replied, "also, discover your past."
Zane woke up in a cold sweat, gasping. He checked his clock. 2:19 AM. He sat up, thinking about his dream while at the same time he calmed down. After a while, he couldn't figure out what his dream was saying. Then again, he had always had wacko dreams. Dreams so real and so vivid, Zane would start crying like a little child two years of age.
After looking around his room, Zane noticed a box that was sitting on his dresser. He pushed back his covers, and walked over.
Puzzled, he lifted the lid off of the box and stared down. Inside were two golden shurikens-exactly like the ones in his dream. He picked them up.
The second he had a firm grasp on them, a searing, white-hot pain raced across his back; starting at his left shoulder and ending at his right hip.
Stunned, he ran to the bathroom, pulling his shirt off.
He flipped on the light, tossed his shirt onto the counter, and then turned and angled his back towards the mirror. What he saw made him gasp.
There, on his back, was a dragon tattoo. It was snow white, outlined in red.
The dragon had its head up, mouth open in a silent roar; the fire that was coming out of the mouth had points as sharp as the tips of icicles. The wings were in flight position. Talons that ended in extremely sharp points sprouted out of the feet. The tail, ending in spikes, traced Zane's right side, starting near the end of his ribcage, made three different circles, and then ended at the top of his hip bone.
After staring at his new tattoo, Zane pulled his shirt back on, turned the light off in the bathroom, and then went back to bed. He had no trouble of falling asleep.
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