Crystal had never slept on a comfortable mattress and never had a thick, soft duvet to keep her warm in the winters. She always had a thin mattress which was pretty much an equivalent of sleeping on the ground and she had a flimsy blanket that never covered her entire body, with moth holes and more lint than thread. She lived in an old, torn up house hidden behind a grove of trees on the coast of Ninjago, that was smaller than a regular-sized bathroom. So, when she had gained her consciousness in the morning, to the sounds of fire crackling and a soft duvet covering her body, bathed in the smell of lavenders, she tried to get in as much sleep as possible before getting up to figure out where she was.

She slept until her under-eyes felt non-existent and her sore muscles stopped screaming. Crystal wanted to sleep more, she wanted to sleep until she was 30 but as morning bled into noon, she forced herself out of the bed and immediately regretted it when every muscle burned in her body and her eyes felt heavier than ever. She stood there for a second, contemplating whether she should go back to her slumber or not. The water wasn't telling her anything, though she could sense it underneath her, it gave her a familiar feeling to home.

Thinking that she should at least figure out where she was, Crystal walked out of the room, ignoring the wet door handle, her hair damp and clothes soggy. Stepping out of the room was agonizing because in contrast to the inside, the corridor she was in was freezing and her wet clothes and hair made her shiver even more. Her body shook like a chihuahua as she walked into what seemed like a living room joined with the kitchen. This room was just as cold as the corridor and nose and cheeks began reddening as she walked behind to counter. Nobody seemed to be home, she wondered what she should do, in the boat house of a stranger that gave her a bed and the softest duvet she had ever touched (the only duvet she ever touched).

Footsteps and loud voices began to approach and in a panic, she stifled a sneeze and picked up a frying pan, pointing it at her possible captors. As the group of boys and one girl shuffled into the room, they were more than shocked to find a slightly damp girl holding up a frying pan, that stilled had remnants of the eggs and bacon they had this morning. They got over the shock quickly and just waited expectantly for Crystal to do something. It got awkward fast.

They were kicking their feet and some even looked amused that Crystal was holding up a skillet as a weapon and wore an expression that could be compared to an angry bunny. Crystal began wondering how she looked to them, a meek 16-year-old in their kitchen, that could bisect angles like a pro but couldn't hold 2 liters of water for more than 10 minutes.

She was quick to realize that they weren't going start the conversation. So, she held the metal cooker higher and took a breath through her mouth.

"Who are you? And, where am I?" She asked coldly, sniffling lightly. The boy she pointed the pan at was slightly flustered, "You're the one who was on our boat." He said rather harshly and she scoffed, "Please! I never-! "Crystal stopped herself short when she realized that the ocean must have carried her onto the boat for help.

"O-Oh, you might be right, I was on a jet ski when, um, I lost control and it kind of just catapulted me onto the deck of your boat."

The boy raised a brow at her, general disbelief and suspicion captured in his green eyes, "We were in the middle of the ocean when we found you and then we went to shore to check if anyone was missing."

"Yes, I was, was on the jet ski, in the middle of the ocean." She stuttered nervously at his cold stare.

"Why exactly were you in the middle of ocean on a jet ski?" "I was running away." "From what?" "My boyfriend who cheated on me?" She lied and then almost facepalmed at her lame answer.

The boy snorted and she glared at him.

"Look, I'm giving you a chance to forget that this ever happened and we both can go on our own separate ways. Why exactly are you making this so difficult?" Said Crystal hotly.

"Because I want to know how you got onto the boat and why you're here." "I already told you." "Pity, because I don't believe you."

The rest of the gang had managed to get between them before anything had happened before another boy, with blazing amber eyes and odd spiky hair stepped up to her and she held the pan up to his chest, warning him not to come closer.

"Look, either you tell us why you're here or we make you tell us." He said in such a tone that it reminded Crystal of the bullies she faced back home, if she could call it that. She scrunched up her nose and said, "And what exactly could you do?"

He slightly smirked and extended his hand, where a flame burst right in the palm of her hand. Flabbergasted, Crystal dropped the pan and ducked underneath his arm, running to the balcony and they followed suit.

Behind her, the water rose up, wrathfully at the group like a mother to people who had hurt her child. She sounds of salty waves crashing filled her ears as the water hurled itself against the group. Clearly not expecting it, they got hit with such a force that it could be compared to a baby tsunami. Water was beautiful, until it got frisky, though having a good relationship with water itself, Crystal could easily avoid the rage of the waves.

The waves fell back as soon as they crashed and Crystal found their bodies lying in puddles, drenched to the bone. She hurried to check each of them for a heartbeat and she curled into a corner in relief when she heard faint beating from each of their chests. The silhouette of a soaked woman flashed through her head and she didn't even have to look at the face to know who it was. Her heart was beating out of her chest as she pulled her knees to her chest and watched the figures cautiously.

They had come to soon enough, the one with the metal body being the first to open his eyes. 'A robot' Crystal thought watching the droid fumble around to wake the rest up, 'How odd.'

As soon as the heavy boy with black hair and unkempt brows gained his consciousness, she got up and bowed to the people before her who were surprised by her polar attitude and her traditional action. Once she straightened up, Crystal ran a shaky hand through her doused hair and rested it behind her neck.

"I'm sorry for that, I was not expecting that to happen." She said sincerely.

One of the boys had then noisily exclaimed, "She has elemental abilities too? This is so not a good time for Sensei to be away!" She raised a brow, "E-Elemental abilities?"

Their attention was brought back to her as Crystal stared at them expectantly.

"You're an elemental master." A girl with short, black hair had said and Crystal's brows furrowed, "Elemental master? I think you're mistaken." She already knew what she was. Crystal Hence was born a half-siren after her mother, a siren, had married a human. Though now was not the best time to mention her supernatural-ness.

"Well, elemental master or not," The boy with matted black hair and a well-defined body stepped up, "We can't let someone with powers like this just walk around."