Never-Realm, the Icy Plains
Chinook's feet flew over the icy tundra as he raced away from the village he had once called home. His legs were burning, and his heart was galloping a mile ahead of his body, but there was only one thought on his mind right now—survival. The young Inukian boy's eyes filled with tears as the bitter memory of what had just happened a few hours before came back to his mind.
Chinook and Kitsu were running around the village in a delightful game of taguna when suddenly the sky above them grew dark. "Chinook, kiinitukah sky (look in the sky)!" eight-year-old Kitsu cried out. When Chinook, who was merely twelve, looked up, he screamed in a surge of fright. There, coming towards the village, was a band of mysterious hunters dressed all in black and riding on black dragons big enough to crush a whole kitu (house). The dragons landed, and the hunters on them clambered off and immediately began attacking the village. Chinook grabbed his sister's hand, and the two children ran away as fast as their legs could carry them. They rounded a corner and crashed headlong into their appa (father). He didn't ask them what was happening, but simply said, "Tunuani!(Get behind me!)" They quickly obeyed him, and he started to attack a whole mob of the hunters with nothing but his katana to defend himself. As the two children slowly backed away, Chinook trying desperately to shield little Kitsu, one of the hunters managed to knock Appa to the ground and wound him with a dagger. Chinook stopped in his tracks, Kitsu clinging to him in shock and fright. He mouthed his father's name in silent grief at the horrendous sight. Appa coughed and choked out one last word. "Akpaluuk.(Run.)"
With tear-filled eyes, heart breaking from sorrow, Chinook and Kitsu did as Appa commanded. They ran for their lives. All around them kitus burned and villagers fled from the hunters. Yet there was no escape for anyone. All who resisted were cut down one by one. Suddenly, Kitsu tripped on a stone, and Chinook lost his grip on her hand. He whirled around and raced back for her, but a hunter suddenly grabbed her before he could get to her! Kitsu screamed as the hunter started to drag her away. "Imannahk!(No!)" Chinook cried out as he ran to save her. But he was too late. The hunter clapped a hand over Kitsu's mouth, but not before she managed to cry out, "Akpaluuk, Chinook! Akpaluuk!"
And run he did. He ran from his village and away from everything he knew and loved. All he knew now was that he needed to find someone who could help him—someone who cared. It was the only way he'd get Kitsu back. As he stopped beside a snowdrift to catch his breath, he suddenly spotted a faint golden light in the distance. It grew brighter and brighter until it took the form of a golden wolf with three tails. The wolf stared straight at Chinook with eyes as shockingly blue as the boy's own. Chinook suddenly felt strange, and everything went dark as golden light swirled all around him. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a totally unknown land.
Ninjago
The first thing Chinook noticed about this strange new realm was that it was hot. Having grown up in a realm of snow and ice, he wasn't used to the summer-like temperatures that the land he was in now experienced. It was also very bright out—so bright he had to squint to see anything without being blinded. While his own realm wasn't pitch black all the time, it was still somewhat cloudy, especially in the wintertime.
As he stood there, sweat dripping down his forehead as he gazed at his surroundings, he suddenly saw a huge mountain in the distance. Squinting his eyes even more, he saw stairs carved into the mountainside that led up to a tall wooden gate. He quickly realized that the gate was one which led into a dwelling-place of some sort, where maybe, just maybe, there was someone who could help him find Kitsu. Without any more hesitation, he raced towards the mountain range, eager to find out if his hopes were true.
Little did he realize that he was being followed as he ran. And that the follower knew exactly where he was heading.