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so-sures-blog · 3 months

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Earthbound

earthbound definition: attached or restricted to the earth.

In which Cole stands up to a tyrant that is cruel and unjust deep within the mountain. Because he made a promise.

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It doesn’t take a genius to see that Cole’s losing.

The cave is in chaos; the sound of screams and clanging weapons fill the air as two sides clash against each other.

Vangelis and the Skull are toying with him, and he knows it: they’re circling him, trying to throw him off by telling lies about his mother. Cole blocks the hits from Vangelis and the blasts from the Skull, feeling like a fly they were winding up in a web of lies.

Vangelis rises above him, resembling a winged creature of death with his blank mask and the glowing Skull of Hazza D’ur in hand. “And now, her deceit has doomed you!”

“Her only son,” the Skull rasps.

Vangelis hurls the Skull at Cole; growing brighter and brighter the closer it gets. He stands his ground and braces himself.

The Skull collides, and the blades …

… shatter.

Cole is thrown back, the air knocked out of his lungs as his body rolls to a stop. He sits up weakly, before throwing back his mask to gasp at the sight of the broken Blades of Deliverance.

“No!” He cries. With trembling fingers, his gloved hands hold onto the shattered pieces of the black and white blades. “It can’t be …”

His mother … lied …

“It is,” Vangelis glides towards him menacingly. “And now, you will pay the price for your mother’s lies.”

“Lies, deceit,” the Skull rasps.

Cole screams in pain as the Skull unleashes fire upon his fallen form.

“Your cause is lost.”

More fire.

“Have the grace to admit defeat.”

More fire. More, more. Blistering pain wreaks havoc across his broken body.

It’s hopeless. He’s finished. He’s too weak. It’s over. He just wants to —

He remembers his mother.

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“I want you to promise me, Cole. That you will always stand up to those who are cruel and unjust. Always.”

“Always.”

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His mother … her strength hadn’t come from the Blades of Deliverance. She’s always been strong. She had been sick all his life, yet no matter how weak her body had gotten she had moved through her life with implacable momentum. Impossible to sway or dissuade. Ever since he was young, his mom had power — from her beliefs … and from the Earth.

“It was her,” he realizes. “It wasn't the blades. It was her. The power inside my mother.” The power inside of me, his heart whispers. Not the Spinjitzu Burst. The power of Earth.

“It was all her.”

“Alas,” Vangelis laughs cruelly. “You are not half the warrior your mother was.”

Pain and grief bite through his being, but Cole forces himself to his feet to glare at the Skull Sorcerer. “Maybe not, but I am her son.” Conviction buries itself deep into his being. “And I made her a promise to stand up to tyrants like you! Always!”

The mountain rumbles its agreement. Cole digs his fingers into the rock and feels it mold around the shape of them. Every grain of earth begins to glow as his power seeps into it.

“What are you doing? What is this!” The Skull Sorcerer demands.

“It's the Burst!” He barely hears Master Wu cry above his roaring element.

But no. It's not, and Cole can feel it. It's something different. Deeper.

His power was strongest when he was the closest to the earth and he’s never been farther underground. He was basically at the bottom of the world. Never has he been more surrounded by the very thing that powered him. The Skull Sorcerer thought he was burying him — but what if bringing him closer to his full strength? To the source of his elemental power?

Cole could feel it — the connection to the earth. He could feel it reaching out towards him, coming from the ground all around him.

He stands and lets it in. He let the energy of the earth infuse him, deep into his core and surging forward. The Skull of Hazza D’ur comes flying forward to finish him off and Cole bursts to life.

Unparalleled power explodes from the earth, bright and blinding, and Cole feels more alive than ever. His skin disappears, being replaced with magma and rock as the mountain quakes under his force.

The battle halts as everyone stops at the sheer force of the Earth; Ninja gape in shock, the Shintarians fly back in fear, the cave-dwellers stare with awe.

“Son of Lilly,” the Geckle and Munce whisper.

Cole rises with the power of the Earth; the Skull spiraling, lost, as he reaches for it with a molten hand and throws it down against the Earth. Destroying it.

The battle — one that had been reigning in secret for decades — is finally over.

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Vania dips her head as the last servant that has finished attending her and shuts the door.

She takes a deep breath, listening to the fading footsteps of the servant and the guards clanking armor move away.

Then she springs into action.

She quickly changes, flying out of her normal, queenly wardrobe into more plain, neutral robes. She glances at Chompy, who’s watching her from his bed. She touches the dragon’s head.

“I’ll be back before morning — promise,” she whispers. He makes a chattering noise, telling her he’s displeased. “I know! I will, I promise. I just …” she bites her lip. “I just can’t leave him alone down there.”

Maybe Chompy can hear the pain in her voice, because he doesn’t argue — simply pushes his head into her hand with a small chur of forgiveness.

Vania pushes past the grief and stands, lighting a candle before leaving. She sneaks through her own palace silently, moving past guards like a ninja as she heads for the gardens.

She makes her way to the entrance of the garden alcove leading into the mountain, her heart steadily beating harder. The caves beneath the mountain were deserted, with the Geckle and Munce people deciding that they wanted to live their new lives above the mountain.

She scurries down; down and down the winding mountain, past cramped caverns and twisting turns, the cloying darkness only fought off by a single flame.

Finally she reaches it.

The Heart of the Mountain.

The legendary temple for the Masters of Earth. Ancient scriptures written in the Old Tongue read: Let pass through here, into this refuge and sanctuary, only those who are One with the Earth. Orange flames danced off the walls, even though no one had been down here to light them. Power shined through the giant doorway as Vania drew nearer.

Creak …

The door opened slightly.

Vania went inside, following the carved path molded by Geckle and Munce. Statues of ancient Earth Masters and their stories echoes around her, and she ignores the familiar goosebumps that rise along her skin. Her eyes linger on the statue of Lilly, before moving on.

Statues are more than solid pieces of art. They are immovable, unbreakable monuments that enrich storytelling, making the experience of living more profound and unforgettable. They remind us of the strength of traditions, the power of history, and the enduring spirit that echoes throughout the ages.

She draws closer to the one standing in the middle, heart beating loudly in her chest. It's tall and strong, newly carved. Awake and glowing with the surging elemental energy. She reads the plaque in front of it.

This statue was carved with love and gratitude by Geckle, Munce, and Shintarian craftsmen in honor of Cole Brookstone: Ninja, brother, and son.

Vania places the candle on the stone ledge and takes a seat on it, facing away from the statue. It feels like yesterday she was trapped in here with the Upply and Master Wu, trying to figure out a way to stop her father. She forces the memories away when she feels the mountain move.

“Hello, Cole,” she says softly. The Earth rumbles under her feet, before slowly forming and making a vague shape of the person she used to know. Orange light shines through the cracks of rock as he peers at her curiously, waiting.

Vania smiles.

“So, what story would you like to hear today?”

#ninjago #ninjago fic #ninjago au #master of the mountain #seabound au #cole brookstone #ninjago vania #skull sorcerer #ninjago wu #kai smith #jay walker #zane julien #lloyd garmadon #nya smith

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rinkunokoisuru · 4 months

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*sneaks in one last drawing for the year* Was waiting for feedback on rough sketches, so cousins it is This is based on the fic I'm writing, using my design for a movieverse Morro

#lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago movie #lloyd garmadon #morro #ninjago morro #ninjago lloyd #ninjago fan art #fan art #digital fan art #digital art #based on fic #movie morro

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night-invader · 2 months

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Au where Sensei G returns a couple months after the end of season 10. He's currently being given the benefit of the doubt by everyone. And he is also held at gun point by everyone (yes even his own son) for obvious reasons.

Sensei G *walks into Kai's room*: Kai, I think there's something you should be concerned about.

Kai*not even looking at the Resurrected man* Beat it, Garmadon. I don't wanna hear from you.

Sensei G: It's about Lloyd.

Kai: *turns around so fast that you would think he broke his neck* You have my attention. Keep talking.

Kai may have beef with Sensei G because of the "I have no son" and killing said son event. But if the matter is about protecting Lloyd, he can put it aside and call a truce...... before he calls in the rest of THE LLOYD PROTECTION SQUAD

Link if you want to read a fic of this au (Sensei G returns in chapter 25): here

Kai right now:

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago au #ao3 fanfic #ninjago brainrot #kai smith #ninjago kai #kai ninjago #sensei garmadon #lord garmadon #garmadon ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd #meeting..... me? au #lloyd montgomery garmadon #ninjago fic

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pillowmints4lloyd · 7 months

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Designs for my fic :

Premise is that Lloyd gets de-aged with no memories past s1, ep 10 after the Merge. He conveniently gets spit out near Garmadon who decides to take the second chance to raise him. Over the years they go exploring from village to village(With Garmadon attempting to return Lloyd back to his normal state) until Lloyd decides he wants to go to the Crossroads Carnival and that's when the DR timeline starts.

#lego #ninjago #dragons rising #lord garmadon #lloyd garmadon #lego ninjago #ninjago fanart #ninjago fic

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snazzilystoopid · 9 months

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Cole Brookstone Headcannons!

There's quite a lot so enjoy ^^

First of all, I headcannon that he's Filipino

One of the tallest ninja, Zane is just a little taller

His favourite colours are black, orange, and green

One of the reasons he grew out his hair is because his mother was the one who always trimmed it for him before she died

He also grew it out to hide his ghost scar

He's a MASSIVE gym rat

The guy is absolutely shredded, and legit built like a greek god so rest assured this man has a jacked-up physique

He has a pair of orange/silver headphones he takes almost everywhere with him

A very good dancer, and also has such a beautiful singing voice (he never sings in public)

He plays the drums and guitar

He's definitely the therapist friend (along with Pixal, Zane and Nya)

He sometimes feels a little lonely, especially since almost all of his friends are in relationships (more or less lmao) and he sometimes wishes he had someone like that to confide in

He's bi, hasn't got a particular preference but he also doesn't usually date

He gives the best hugs

Cole's a pretty chill guy, but mess with his friends n he'll pound you into oblivion

He's closest with Jay and Kai, but can actually find himself venting to Zane or Nya all the time

When Lloyd was younger he used to take him to candy shops because he felt bad about rubbing it in his face when they first met

He probably has the closest relationship with Master Wu, except for Lloyd bc their family obviously

He and Vania sometimes stay up all night playing prime empire. She's an absolute boss at the game and Cole's determined to be better than her

He cannot cook to save his life, but something about the instant noodles he always has hits different hehe

Thank you so much for reading!! Lmk if you want me to do any other characters <3

#ninjago #cole #ninjago headcanons #lego ninjago #cole brookstone #cole brookestone x reader #cole hence #cole ninjago #ninjago cole #ninjago fanart #ninjago fic #ninjago fandom #harumi #nya jiang #zane julien #lloyd garmadon #morro

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pleaseitsjustrae0nly · 8 months

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Can you please do a Lloyd X reader Lloyd has full control over his Oni form and he gives the reader big cuddles in private so no other ninja knows about the big cuddling because Lloyd lock his door so no one interworks the cuddling jay manage to take a photo of Lloyd and the reader cuddling and jay send the photo to garmadon and Lloyd ended up chasing jay till the reader calm him down (in this au not only does Garamond not sacrifice him self but he still has his Oni form and the other ninjas know about Lloyd Oni form and this take place a month after crystallized and when Lloyd chase jay Lloyd turns back into his human form this is just pure fluff)

Hey uhm, this request is quite similar to another post I saw before. So I will be changing it up a little, hope that's okay!

So? Is it a crime to cuddle?

A Lloyd x gn! Reader. Uses They/them, fluff, and slight swearing.

"ughhh, my neck is so sore...." your blonde baby moaned as he entered your room. You looked up from your sketchbook and smiled, "Oh? Why's that?", "No clue, but I feel like shit." he answers as he falls face first into your soft bed. "Why is your bed softer than mine?" he muffled through your douve, "No clue, maybe it's because i use a different mattress than yours?" You stood from your seat and plopped right next to his head.

"Cuddles?" you ask softly, caressing his soft locks. He then proceeds to stand and began to turn into his oni form. "Make some room sweetheart." he placed you on top of him and wrapped all four of his arms around you.

You snuggled into his chest, you didn't mind when he cuddled in his human form. But one night he was so upset he couldn't calm down and turned into his oni form, it was an accident but before he could leave to blow off steam, you offered to cuddle him in that state. He was hesitant, but it was you.

Overtime, he started gaining control over his form, which then resulted in the both of you making a deal. He would ONLY cuddle you in his oni form when either the both of you were upset or stressed, AND in private.

But something was itching your brain, like something was missing. The answer was given to you when you heard the *snap* of a camera. "JAY?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Lloyd Sits up, still holding you, "I WAS GONNA TELL YOU GUYS DINNER WAS READY, BUTTTT I SEE SOMETHING WAS GOING ON~"

"YOU LITTLE- I'M GONNA KILL YOU! DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW!" he immediately got up and ran after Jay while he was screaming. You started laughing at the two, when a ping came from your phone. It was Lloyd's father...

"Please protect my son, also tell him to meet me outside tomorrow. He has some explaining to do."

Oh boy was your oni in for it. You could practically hear Jays scream from the other side of the monastery, followed by other screams. You got up and decided to defuse the situation and tell lloyd about his father.

After some time, and during dinner...

It was silent, too silent. Usually Kai would be talking about something, or even Jay, but tonight, no words were uttered. "Ahem, so Lloyd. What was this evening's chase about?" Master Wu asked his nephew carefully. "...ask Jay since he likes intruding." he spat back, placing a slice of duck in his mouth.

"Well, Jay?", "I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS IN THERE I SWEAR! AND I DID KNOCK YOU KNOW!" he yells, crossing his arms at the end of his statement. Lloyd just rolled his eyes and kept eating, "Before I forget, lloyd your dad knows too." You said, while cutting cutting your sweet potatoes. "...HE WHAT? JAY-", "WAITWAITWAIT! I SENT IT TO THE GROUP CHAT! NOT GARMADON!" everyone started looking at each other when zane stated that they did not receive a message from him in the groupchat. "Well you did, he sent me a text. You need to meet him outside tomorrow Lloyd."

He then rested his head on top of the table, grumbling. "I didn't mean to send it to your dad lloyd, really! I must have clicked the wrong contact..." he mumbled back something but no one understood. Master Wu just sighed and just told everyone to head to bed and leave the clean up for tomorrow since it has been a long evening.

Tomorrow has arrived and Lloyd was standing next to you rubbing his eyes and yawning. You both were half asleep, when he got a call from his dad telling him he'll be there in 10 minutes. Which resulted in the both of you quickly getting up and rushing to get ready.

"Did he really have to meet this early..." your boyfriend grumbled as he placed his head on top of yours. "Well, your dad's unpredictable. No clue what he'll do next.", "That's what she said." you jabbed him lightly in response when you finally saw the ex-lord of evil's helmet appear.

"Good morning you two." he said, smiling. You smiled while Lloyd just grumbled a tired good morning in return. "First of all, please be safe when using the oni form during those intimate moments, and two, I never knew you could control your form Lloyd.", "Is it a crime to cuddle how we want, father?" he asked, slightly glaring at his father.

"That's not what I'm saying, just be careful in that form alright?" he said sighing. Lloyd nodded, "Well, i've been practicing.", "Well, let's practice together." you smiled as you felt Lloyd nodded at his father's proposal.

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"Now that wasn't so bad was it Lloyd?" "I guess so..."

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llannasvsp · 2 months

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another day, another post with me begging you to send me your favorite lloyd garmadon fanfictions. PLEASE.

#llannas rants #ninjago #ninjago fanfic #fic recs #fanfiction #ninjago fanfiction #fanfic #cole brookstone #zane julien #lloyd garmadon #kai jiang #nya jiang #jay walker

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traffic-light-eyes · 7 months

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They say love is the best medicine. Kai has never once believed that; how could love, a mere concept, help? He couldn't understand.

When he scraped his knee as a kid, did his absent mother kiss it better? No. When he burnt his hand forging a sword, did his father clean him up? No. Love is nothing but a nuisance, a petty attempt at making something out of nothing.

He knows this. He knows this, but why does he make those attempts for his little sister, Nya? Why does he have to kiss he wounds, to clean her up, to love her? Why can't he help it?

Kai all but drops everything for her. She can not turn out like him: jaded, ruinous, unloving. He won't let it happen. He'll teach her love, a concept he could never quite grasp. He'll learn it, fake it. All for her. His baby sister.

Love doesn't heal. It doesn't have magical powers that instantly cure an illness. Love doesn't heal.

When he sits alone in the bounty, stressed and upset, he has no medicine to fix it. His arms ache from the endless training he forces himself to endure; he has to get stronger for Nya. He has to. But it hurts. He finds his body isn't what all that aches.

A deep devastating ache resides in his chest. Heartache. He has no medicine for this. He can't fix this. He can't he can't he can't. He's so useless-can't save his sister; can't protect that stupid brat, Lloyd; and he certainly can't solve his own damn issues. Useless.

He feels the warmth next to him before he feels the hand on his back. He won't look. Another hand joins the first. His head is cradled against a chest, one hand holding the nape of his neck gently, the other his lower back.

He cries for the first time in a while.

It isn't fair. It isn't fair. It isn't fair.

"I know," Cole whispered, a gravelly rumble grounding him in the moment. Kai hadn't even realized he had been speaking. "I know, Kai. Just let it out. FSM knows you deserve it."

He cries. Sobs. His body jerks with each moment, breath hitching, limbs clutching onto the nearest surface.

It takes a while, but he calms down. His face stays in the crook of Cole's neck, soft puffs of air giving him goosebumps. In a normal situation, Kai would yell at Cole for touching his hair, but in this moment, Kai practical purrs at the soft, gentle carding of his recently washed hair.

When he finally gets his voice back, it crackles like a vintage radio, but he speaks. "How did you know I was here?"

"I didn't."

"Oh," Kai said dumbly, "Then why are you here?"

"Well, I wouldn't just walk away after seeing you like an abandoned puppy-dog."

Kai scoffs, removing himself from Cole's warmth. "I didn't ask for your help."

"I know."

"I didn't need it. I would've been fine."

"I'm sure you would've."

"Then why the heck did you stay?" Was he pressing too much? He shouldn't ruin a good thing. Why did he say that? Oh, fsm, he should really learn when to shut his big mouth.

"I think I told you already," Cole joked, "but I could be wrong."

Kai scoffed again. He pinched Cole's elbow with a glare.

"Yowch!" Cole jerked away, slightly laughing while rubbing his injured elbow. "Okay, okay, I yield."

Kai pushed himself further away. He doesn't know if he wants to hear this. He knows what's coming: 'Oh Kai, you just looked so sad and pathetic, and I'm such a great perfect person, so I just had to come and help you out! But since you're so weak, I'll have to talk to Sensei Wu about kicking you out. Sorry, not sorry!'

"Kai, we haven't known each other for long. Barely a month or two, really. But I've come to care for you. And that includes caring for you when you're upset like today."

Huh.

"You're part of the team now. We take care of one another. We love each other. Yes, even when Jay eats the last pancake."

Huh.

"Kai? Are you good? You haven't blinked in the past two minutes."

His body jerks, face flushing. "I'm fine, thanks."

"Alright," Cole laughs. "I'll see you soon, then. I'm gonna go grab whatever delicious food Zane is cooking up right now."

"Yeah," Kai said, "see you soon."

He leaves. Huh.

Love is stupid and useless. He doesn't remember the last time he felt it. But with the warmth of Cole's embrace lingering and his face still flushed, he can't seem to remember why that mattered.

He feels better. He used no ointment or pill, but he feels better. Love. Love was his medicine.

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usgsnajs · 13 days

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So I’m reading some ninjago books rn, and I found something really cute in the Book of Spinjitzu

In Lloyds daily training schedule (pre-tea) Zane reads him a bedtime story every night 🥺

Here’s the full page:

I can’t believe I’ve never seen a fic that uses this because it’s just so cute 😭😭

#ninjago #lloyd garmadon #zane ninjago #I’m sure fics with this concept exist #but I just haven’t found any lol #if anyone knows one though please tell me #I need some extra serotonin in my life lolol #shut the fuck up najs

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yellow-rose-lady · 9 months

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Morning comes quicker than Lloyd thought it would. It’s a chilly sunrise, the wind blowing around his hair. A perfect day to set sail into the sky. Taking a deep breath in and out, he readies himself.

Everything will be okay.

He’s just got to stay strong.

After waking up Arin and Sora, he starts the bounty and opens the garage door, the ship flying outside.

The fast paced air nearly blows him off the deck and he laughs, his hair whipping everywhere.

It feels like so long since he laughed like that.

It’s so relieving.

Sora and Arin tug on his pants, holding onto his legs and middle so they don’t fall backwards.

“Hold on, guys.” he chuckles and picks them both up, holding the kids closely and firmly. “I got you.”

The horizon just gets broader and broader and Lloyd smiles.

Guys I love this fic so much like this is not a joke how obsessed I am 😭 (un-cropped version under cut)

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so-sures-blog · 3 months

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Icebound

icebound definition: surrounded, obstructed, or covered by ice.

In which Zane uses his element against the Overlord to save the city and his friends. Because it wasn’t about numbers, it was about family.

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It is the end, and Zane knows it.

The Overlord is conquering Ninjago City, webs of gold stringing across buildings like Christmas lights and tying up his friends like flies. They struggle, but it is useless under the might of the Overlord.

Zane flips out of the way of a golden band reaching to ensnare him and lands on a roof. All of his friends are tied up, and only Zane is free. He knows what he has to do. He is the only one who can.

“Support me, friends. For one last time.”

He takes a running leap off the ledge, and Jay flips midair so his feet plant squarely on top of his. Then Cole, Lloyd, Kai, Sensei Garmadon, and Wu.

He soars, flying straight at the Overlord, and grabs onto his golden fangs.

Immediately, he feels its power, and its agony. Pain rips into every crevice of his body; his jolts rattle and shake and his wires spark under his skin.

“Let my friends go!” Zane shouts.

“Go where, Doomed Ninja?” The Overlord sneers. Its eyes, red and hateful, glare into him.

Zane writhes under the immense pain and power. His body cannot handle it, he knows, and he feels himself falling apart under it.

“The Golden Weapons are too powerful for you to behold. Your survival chance is low.”

But Zane isn’t trying to hold them. He’s trying to destroy them.

He thinks of his brothers. He thinks of PIXAL. He thinks of his father. He thinks of an old man with long white hair as pure as snow and ice blue eyes that visited him a long time ago, who had come and left as quickly as winter did and had breathed that power into him because he saw him worthy of it.

“This … isn’t about numbers … It's about family!”

The golden webs holding the Ninja fall and they escape. He can hear them screaming, telling him to let go, and he thanks them for that. Wu and Garmadon grab onto them and yank them back, away from the oncoming destruction.

His core — his heart — started reaching critical mass. Frost began creeping upon the Overlord’s fangs. Something blue and blinding in his heart freezes under his power, and Zane embraces it. It's his power. His choice.

“I am a Nindroid. And Ninja never quit. Go Ninja … go!”

He is the Master of Ice. He was built to protect those who cannot protect themselves. He stands for peace, freedom, and courage in the face of all who threaten Ninjago.

Frostbite burns his skin away; jolt and wires freeze under the cold; until he is left completely bare.

The last glimpse they get of Zane is him surrounded by a blizzard of his own making, bright and beautiful like a supernova. Burning blue and white with the terrible brilliance of his own determined choice.

Zane died; not as a machine, not as a human, not as a tool of anyone or anything — but as himself. Zane died to save the ones he loves.

And woke up as something completely different.

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PIXAL climbs her way up the steep cliff side, careful to place her foot in secure crevices in case she slipped and fell from the icy mountain. Heavy snow blinded her vision as the blizzard whipped around her, but she kept her pace steady and sure.

It had been months since she had left Ninjago City and began her search. Months since Zane’s death and memorial. PIXAL knew, logically, that she should be back there, properly mourning him. But she could not.

He had never given up on her, not when she was under the Overlord’s control or when she was struggling with the newness of emotions.

And that meant she could never give up on him.

When she had first met Zane, she became more than a machine meant to function. He was vital to her, and she was a part of him.

She carried half his heart, and against all logical explanations, she knew he was still alive.

She did not tell the Ninja of her suspicions: the immediate aftermath of Zane’s loss had been devastating. She’d watched as the team fractured, splitting at the seams as they all fled their separate ways, too heartsore and dizzy with grief to do much otherwise. She did not tell Cyrus Borg where she was going either, for she knew if he begged her to stay, she would.

If she had told them she had seen a snowy wraith emerge from the destruction of the frozen, apocalyptic atmosphere on the rooftop, she would have been told she had imagined it due to her grief.

And while she was grieving, she was not imagining it. She is a Nindroid, and she did not have an imagination. PIXAL was built to observe, to analyze, to collect data and gather information. She built theories and hypothesized, not assumed.

So she followed the signs. She kept track of all weather anomalies that happened across Ninjago — sudden snowstorms, cold drops in temperatures that swept through small villages and towns. It led her all across the country until it ended here, with her climbing up the frozen, snow-peaked mountain.

Finally, PIXAL arrived at her destination.

The Ice Temple.

Slowly, she makes her way towards it. Her sensors indicate the temperature dropping the closer she gets. For a normal human, they would have already gotten frostbite without the proper equipment and numb with it, but PIXAL was made of metal. The cold did not bother her.

She peers into the glacial architecture, but does not enter. Or more like, she is unable to. It feels as if there is some sort of force of winter that is keeping her at bay.

“Zane?” Hope finds its way into the desperation of her voice. Freezing winds whip her hair out of its ponytail and against the purple circuits on her cheeks, but she barely notices. “Is that you?”

There’s nothing except for the howling wind, then her eyes catch movement. Slowly, almost like a ghost, a figure starts to come closer, making a shape against the blizzard.

If PIXAL had lungs, all the air would have rushed out of them.

A being made of pure winter floated in front of her. Formed of ice and frost and molded by the wind, it stood there and looked at her. Opaque ice carved the face that has been imprinted in her memory drives, the one she had traveled across the entire world to see again.

It was frozen, and beautiful, and Zane.

Inside her neural drive, alarms were blaring into her system, flashing behind her eyes. Warning: Severe weather alert. Temperature reaching sub-zero levels. Retreat into a warmer climate —

PIXAL shut off the notifications.

“Hello,” she says. Zane does not move. She dares a step closer. “Do you recognize me?”

He says nothing, so PIXAL continues on. It feels like their roles were reversed when they first met: she, the one struck speechless by the other’s beauty. Him, stoic to it all.

“I’m PIXAL, the Primary Interactive X-ternal Assistant Lifeform. I’m a … friend. I came searching for you to bring you home. There are things about you that you don’t understand. That you have yet to discover. I am here to help you remember.”

Zane is quiet, but she senses that he is listening. Something glowing in her chest aches.

“It is alright if you don’t remember me,” PIXAL says. She cannot cry, but is she would she could. She is still new to emotions, and many are overwhelming her: joy and grief and something fierce and pure deep in her heart. “I remember you. And we are still compatible.”

Zane tilts his head and drifts closer. The snow slows its fall, the wind stopping altogether. Snowflakes gently coat her hair. Now that he is closer, she can see the differences that make him unlike the old Zane: he doesn’t have the one dimple on the right side of his cheek, or the small beauty mark on his collarbone, or the tiny scar on his index finger from his shuriken.

But he is still Zane, even as an icy spirit.

She held out a hand. “Your brothers miss you very much. Will you come back with me, Zane?”

He is silent, staring at her. Unlike before, it is impossible to know what he is thinking. She gazes up at him, imploring. His eyes have no irises or pupils, so she is simply staring up at pinpricks of pure blue light.

Slowly, his hand reaches out of her.

BANG!

A loud sound echoes across the ice, and out of nowhere chains of Vengestone come flying out and capture him.

Fear slams into her. “Zane!” PIXAL cries.

Ice races out from his body and across the chains as Zane struggles, but no matter what, he can’t break them.

PIXAL whips around to face the assailant.

A man in his thirties, wrapped in a thick parka to prevent the cold and wearing a red mask. He has shoulder-length brown hair and is wearing a dyed red straw hat, and under it she can see he is hiding an eyepatch.

“What are you doing?” PIXAL shouts. Anger — an emotion she rarely feels — burns through her.

The man lowers his gun and pulls out another one before she can even blink.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Just following orders.”

Before she can question what that means, he fires. A net tangles her limbs together and brings her down against the cold snow. Before she can fight against it, electricity courses through her.

And then everything went black.

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