Tumbling over and over…
White light swirling all around…
Then darkness…and silence…
Light—blinding light!
Pixie squeezed her eyes shut as the bright light nearly blinded her. She cautiously opened her eyes, squinting as her surroundings started to come into focus. From her point of view, she was laying on the floor of a huge office. Along one wall was a bunch of screens that, for some reason, Pixie recognized right away as flatscreen computers. Another wall was made wholly of floor-to-ceiling glass windows. The bright light was coming from the ceiling, where round white dots gave off enough light to illuminate the room.
(Pixie didn't know it at the time, but the dots were actually inset ceiling lights.)
The young girl sat up and gazed over at the view from the windows. Outside was a sea of tall metal buildings. A news blimp hovered in the sky. Pixie stood up to get a closer look, wondering all the time, Where am I?
Suddenly, the elevator behind her dinged. Panicking, she dove underneath a long desk and crouched among a mess of electrical cords. The elevator doors then opened and a black-haired man holding a blue mug of steaming coffee wheeled his wheelchair into the room. He wheeled over to the desk and hummed to himself as he set his mug down and started clacking away on one of the computers. "Ah, nothing like a caramel hazelnut mocha to make matters better." he said to himself.
Underneath the desk, Pixie gulped in fear. However would she be able to get out of here? Having never had human contact, Pixie found that the mere presence of another person strangely frightened her. As she hid there, hoping not to be seen, she suddenly felt a sneeze coming on. It burst out of her like a foghorn before she could stifle it. A black-haired head popped under the desk an instant later. That was the last straw for Pixie. She let out a squeal of fright, bolted out from under the desk, and scrambled over to the elevator. She mashed first one "down" button, then the other (not realizing that elevators can take a long time to arrive at one's floor). The elevator on the right opened with a ding as the man whirled his wheelchair around to face Pixie. She scurried into the elevator and mashed the "door close" button as hard as she could. The door closed slowly—almost too slowly for Pixie, as she stood there with her heart pounding in fear. It was only when the door closed all the way that she let out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding. But her fear had not assuaged yet. She pressed the "1" button immediately, and the elevator began to descend. When the elevator reached the first floor, Pixie would get out of there and run away as fast as she could to a place where no one could find her.
After the elevator door closed, Cyrus simply sat in his wheelchair for a few minutes, wondering why the girl he'd found under his desk had been so timid, so afraid. The matter puzzled him so much that his head ached just thinking about it. He turned back to his work, but the thought of that girl all alone and scared refused to leave his mind. He had only had a glimpse of her before she had bolted, but what he had seen chilled him to the bone. Her face had been paler than a ghost, and her eyes had been wide with fear and terror.
But why? Why would she be terrified of him? More to the point, wherever in all of Ninjago had she come from?