The people have spoken! The fantasy AU is the story I will be doing! Special thanks to everyone who voted on the poll, and special shoutouts to AuroraRain18 and EnergyBlastNinjaWriter for inspiring me to do fan fiction in the first place! Just a quick disclaimer that I OWN NOTHING HERE! All rights go to Lego and Ninjago. And now, with that all out of the way, let's get to the story! 3.2.1…. Here we go!

Prologue

Many years ago, dragons and humans were enemies. Dragons were seen as ruthless, heartless, and untamable beings. Towns and villages were burnt down by the vicious creatures. Countless lives were lost to the dragons. Cracked and broken bones became the very ground the people would walk on. The bloodbath seemed to never end. Humans had to flee, and go into hiding in order to escape the dragons, for they knew that if they were ever seen by one, they would get caught, and eaten alive.

For centuries, humans lived in fear, and suffered the wrath of the beasts. It wasn't until a young man managed to discover that there was truly a way to tame the dragons. Now this was no ordinary young man. He had a way with creatures and animal beings. Whenever he would approach an animal, he would get a twinkle in his eye and speak in a soft, and comforting voice, telling them that they had no reason to be afraid of him.

One day, when he was looking for food for his family, he managed to save a baby dragon from being crushed by a boulder rolling downhill. The mother dragon had noticed that the man had saved her child. To thank him for his heroic deed, the mother dragon flew him to the dragon hideout.

When she took him to the hideout, the man realized that this dragon was, like him, not ordinary. This dragon was the mother, the leader, the queen of all dragons. To thank the man for his selflessness and bravery, the mother of all dragons promised that they would forever respect him and his family.

Shortly after this promise was made, the man began to share his discoveries about the dragons with the people. They began to learn more about the creatures, and they began to understand them. Humans would teach dragons things they never knew, and dragons would teach humans things they never knew. Over time, with the bond that humans and dragons shared, they began to form a civilization, a kingdom that was made for both the people and the creatures. Because of his findings and teachings, the man was crowned the ruler of this kingdom. And his first statement as king was that everyone and anyone, rich or poor, would be allowed to own and form a bond with a dragon.

At first, everything was peaceful. Humans and dragons lived together in harmony. While the man was king, everything went smoothly. Indeed, anyone and everyone owned and formed a bond with a dragon. Even the poorest commoners were allowed a dragon. But shortly after the man died, things took a turn for the worse.

His son, who assumed the throne after his death, was greedy. He felt that only royalty or people of high class should be able to own a dragon. And so the law was changed, and the creatures were soon being taken out of people's homes and households. There was nothing the people could do about it, for the new law stated that any commoner, peasant, or anyone of low class who possessed a dragon in their ownership, could be charged, sent to prison, and sometimes even get the death penalty.

Long after the man's son died, even good kings after him refused to change the law. As generations went by, the cost of dragons increased more and more. Dragons began to be seen less as creatures that everybody should be able to form a bond and friendship with, and more as props that only the very rich and wealthy could afford.

Not only that, but the prices for dragons weren't the only thing that went up, so did the crime rates for dragon thievery. Various crime groups often stole the dragons and sold them because of how valuable and costly they where. Now, usually, these lawbreaker gangs were pretty easy to sniff out. But there was one dragon thieving group, called the S.O.G, that was impossible to catch. They were like ghosts. You would feel something cold and dead against your skin, and you would know that something was there, but you would never see it.

Catching a member of the S.O.G. was like trying to catch wind or smoke with a butterfly net. They were so veiled and unseen that nobody knew who the members where. All anybody knew was that they were a gang who would steal, and then sell dragons. And that they would never, ever, fail a heist.

Now you might be wondering, what does S.O.G stand for? Does it mean anything? Is it short for anything? Well, at the time, people only knew what the S and the O stood for: Sons of. And what does the G stand for? Well my friend, that is where our story begins…..