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Chapter 1
Found

.:Violet:.

She held the cloak around her shivering body tighter as the cold winter air bit her cheeks. The cold and damp streets were quiet and the lights were flickering in the dark sky. Her stomach was growling in hunger, it had been 3 days since she had last eaten and that portion of food was only an apple. She knew it wouldn't be long before she'll die from starvation and probably dehydration. She knew she'll die before she'll turn 20 when her parents died when she was 6. She was taken to the orphanage which she ran away after 2 years. The place was hell and torture especially when the kids there are never nice to you.

Her stomach growled even move when she could smell a leafy scented smell in the air. She could instantly tell that it was a warm drink which she believed is called tea. She heard footsteps approaching with a hollowing tap trailing after it. She curled up tighter but now it was hard since she was no longer a child but a teenager, soon to be a young adult. She tried to blend in more into the shadows. She hated being seen by other people who walk along this street. Some always send her dirty looks. Most will just walk past as if she wasn't even there. It was rare like a 1 out of 1000 that someone would give her a dollar or a piece of food.

She heard the footprints becoming closer and she drew her cloak over her head. Maybe if she's lucky, it'll be somebody who will end her life quickly so she won't have to have a slow and painful death. Well that's if this person could see her. She looked from underneath the cloak and saw a shadow in front of her, holding a blue cup with steam evaporating from it. She could feel her throat burn for a sip to cure her dryness of it and to warm her up.

"Here, I'm pretty sure you like this." She couldn't believe it when the person held out the cup towards her. From the flicking lights, she could tell it was an elderly man in a white kimono with beautiful ancient Ninjago characters on it. It was a bit odd that he was wearing a straw hat even though there was no sunshine. His mustache and beard was very long but the kindnesses in his eyes allowed to her accept the cup. She held her hands out and allowed the blue hot object into her cold hands. The cup made her body warm up and she placed the rim on her lips and slowly sipped the tea.

"Thank you." She whispered as she finished off the drink and held the cup towards him.

"You're welcome. If I was to offer you a place to you, would accept it as well?" She heard him say. A place? She felt her stomach leap in delight but her mind scold it immediately. It could be a trick. He could really be offering her shelter or just luring her into a trap. Sure she had been on the streets for a decade with no education but she was still pretty smart.

"What kind of offer are you offering?" She asked, letting her violet eyes meet his hazel brown ones. She was beginning to wonder what type of offer he is talking about, perhaps offering her to part of hisfamily. Or maybe be asked to still something for the old man or do a simple errand he cannot do.

"How does being the hero sounds?"

"Me being a hero?" She scoffed at this and shook her head with a soft chuckle. Sure she respects her elders but to her, this one sounds like he's out of his mind. "You must be dreaming. Someone like me surely can't be a hero."

"Oh but you can. I can see the potential in you. You have the ability to hide and go around unseen and without a trace which is what I'll need. If you accept this offer, I can ensure you that a roof will be over your head and warm food will be presented." He told her and he bend down to fully look onto the homeless girl's face. "I've been studying you for the past few years. Do you wonder why most people go around and pretend as if they can't see you? You have a gift that needs to be expressed."

She tried to contain her surprised looks within her. Could she really believe him? For all she knows, he could be an old wanker trying to make a fool out of her. No one suddenly comes up to you and declare they can see so called 'potential' in you, do they? Plus she made sure she stopped believing in magic and fairy-tale endings when her parents died. She can't go off into the blue and start believing it because of him. And heck, who watches a homeless person for years? Isn't that just a new level of weird?

"My name is Wu. I'll teach you the art of Spinjitzu and the way of a ninja while giving you shelter. Tell me, what's your name?"

"Violet." She answered after a couple of seconds, hesitating if it would be wise to give him her name. She know what Spinjitzu is, she remember some people boasting about it when walking past. Spinjitzu is an ancient fighting style done by the first spinjitzu master. But can she really deny shelter?

"Well Violet, I'm pretty sure you don't want to stay in this cold street for the rest of your life so why don't you come with me for the night and decide it over ok? I'll give you food as well." She thought over this. She is in desperate need for food and warmth.

"Fine…" She answered and slowly stood up, her cloak falling from her tangling mess of caramel hair. "But don't expect much from me."

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