Special thanks to ZaneWalker for letting me use this story idea, full credit is given to her.

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Fallen, Lost, and Alone

Chapter Twelve: Truth Be Told

ZJ's POV

Laying on the couch, my feet dangling over the side, I stared up at the ceiling. Sunset orange light filtered past the window frame, and turned the cream-colored wall its fiery hue.

Fire.

"Kai, Master of fire. It burns bright in you." A voice said, making me sit up suddenly. Grabbing a piece of paper, I thought about Kai, and wrote down everything I could think of about him.

Protective, ninja, master of fire, last to find his true potential, red, has a sister, friends with Jay, hot-headed, stubborn, strong, was a blacksmith.

'Hang on...how do I know he was a blacksmith? And what's a true potential?' I thought, staring at the list. I wrote down Cole's name, and wrote down a list for him as well

Leader, third true potential, was a dancer, triple-tiger sashay, earth, was once afraid of dragons.

'How do I know this?' I thought, staring at the list. Earth was probably the only thing on the list I should know. 'He's also a bad cook.' I added, my hand moved across the paper without my control. Writing down a list for Jay, before writing Zane's name down, and stopping. "Alright, what do I know about Zane?" I asked myself, waiting for an answer.

Nothing.

The was a soft thud at the window, and I looked up. Sitting on the small brick ledge was a falcon, his bright eyes looking at me. I stood up, and walked towards him, opening the window next to him.

'He didn't move!' I thought, and he flew in through the window. His wings brushing against my ear, circling around my head, before landing on my outstretched arm. Pecking lightly at the spot Jay and Kai had pushed. "Stop that!" I said, and he looked up, bending his head back down to my arm. "You too?" I asked him, not expecting an answer, but he lifted his feathered head, and slightly nodded.

He flew off, landing on my other arm, and I pressed down on the spot he had pecked at. Pushing down, I felt something click. Lifting up, I watched as part of my arm did too.

Instead of bone, and veins, and muscle, and blood though, there were switches, and circuits, and wires. Mechanics, robots, circuitry, wires. "This does not compute!" My mind supplied, and for once, everything made zero sense. I looked at the panel, and saw red letters scrolling across.

MEMORY OFF, RESUME MEMORY? HUMOR ON. ALL SYSTEMS FUNCTIONING EXCEPT: MEMORY. MEMORY OFF, RESUME MEMORY?

I saw the button that was rapidly flashing red, and hesitated to touch it. What if it was blank? What if the memories that had been on here had been wiped away as I had laid dormant in the sea water?

The temptation to fill in those gaps was too great, and I hit the button, watching the world around me swirl out of focus, before my mind was flooded with things I had forgotten. Almost as if someone had hit the rewind button on a VHS.

Me, with the falcon and my father, Sensei finding me at the bottom of that pond, me standing with the others after meeting Kai, finding the tree house, my full potential, seeing my father again, all of it had been in such a close reach all this time!

"Cole, do not listen to him! I will be alright! You have to keep fighting, even if I am not with you physically, I am still in your memories, as long as you remember me, I will be right beside all of you, I will be with each and every one of you." I remembered shouting, feeling the chill of my elemental blade as it rested against my throat.

"No Zane! I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I would die for any of you on the team." I could feel the sword get closer to my neck, and I remembered what happened next. I said goodbye to everyone, trying to hide how scared I really was. My father had tried to tell Cole it would all be okay, and in those seconds, he had been capable to hurl me over the side, and my head hit against a rock, shifting my gears and switches around inside me.

It had taken two years for my body to resurface, washed up in the tattered remains of the gi I had hardly known, looking sickly, as if I had been in a pickling jar for years. That's what the people who found me had said.

I was back in the living room, and I ran up the stairs, opening the closet in my room, I grabbed the small white box that had the gi in it.

Touching it lightly, I watched as it seemed to glow an icy blue, and watched the threads restitch themselves, the color becoming crisper white, and darker black, until it was perfect again. Tucked under the left sleeve was a single shuriken, gleaming in the afternoon light. Walking into the bathroom, I found the hair cutting kit, and pulled it out. Cutting my hair so it was short enough to stick up slightly. Just the way I remembered it.

'This is really happening.' I thought, staring at the gi as it sat in the box. 'I'm really Zane. Zane Julien. ZJ. That's why I thought it fit!' Sending one last glance at the suit, I pulled it out, and thought about how we used to be able to put them on using our spinjitzu. 'Over the planks, dodge the swords, here comes the dummy!'

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