A/N: Hello! Random original story idea bouncing in my head. To see if it's ok, I'm testing it out here, in Ninjago fandom. I have to change one of the girls into a boy to make it work…but it should work fine.

Disclaimer: I own Nothing! Except for any OCs we ran into!

Prologue: Three Orphans and One Outcast

The woods were dark as a starless night when three small figures appeared running for their lives. The tallest figure, a young boy with stiff blonde hair and glowing blue eyes leads the way as they made a mad dash for their lives. All three of them appear to be human except for their glowing eyes that peered through the darkness, and nimbleness that defied all things humanly possible. Both of the boys were wearing tunics and breeches, boots covering their feet. The only girl in the group, who was wearing a medieval style peasant dress with a pair of breeches underneath it and a pair of flats, suddenly tripped over a root. Whipping around, the smaller of the two boys helped her back up, terror flooding his eyes. Taking off once more, they entered a large clearing that had a fifth wheel trailer sitting in the middle of it. There was no sign of the truck that had brought it there. Sprinting up to it, the tallest boy yanked the door open and ushered the other two inside. Once he was sure they were safely inside, he bolted inside, slamming the door behind him.

Whipping around, he hurriedly locked the door. "Are you ok Nya?" His voice was soft and weary, worry dancing in his eyes.

The girl sank down into one of the two recliners, rubbing her right ankle. "Yeah. I just tripped Zane, that's all."

Zane slid to the floor, wrapping his arms across his knees so as to hug them close to his chest. The second boy was sitting at the table frustration in his eyes. "We need to call the Ancients for a new Guardian."

A groan escaped Nya has she looked up from her ankle. "This will be our tenth Guardian in three months. They're just gonna give up on us."

Zane pushed himself off of the floor, shaking his head. "No. I refuse to believe that they'll do that. We are still minors, they have to send a Guardian for us." He walked across the room as he spoke, until he stood in front of the flat screen TV. Reaching out, he pulled the TV out and spun it around, revealing shelving behind it. On one of the shelves was a small statue of an old man with a long beard mediating. Picking it up, Zane carried the statue back to the table.

Once it was on the table, he placed his hand upon its head and waited. A minute passed, before the statue suddenly started glowing. A smile crossed his face as he looked across the table at the younger boy. "They are sending a new Guardian."

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A small boy bit his lip as he looked to see if he couldn't spot any of his parents. Upon deciding that they were both still outside working, he walked over to where the filing cabinets that he knew his parents kept important papers. Standing on his tiptoes, he slowly and carefully pulled open the top drawer. The school's bully's voice ringing through his mind, jeering that he was adopted… shaking his head, he pushed the voice to the back of his head. He was wrong. He was not adopted. Thumbing the files in the drawer, he picked one by random. Edna Walker. Nope. He shoved it back in, and quickly pulled out another one. License to run a Junkyard. Nope. He sighed as he shoved it back in, pulling out a rather thick folder. Jay Edgar Walker. Yep. He frowned at how thick it was, not liking that at all. Pushing his nerves to the back of his head, he opened the folder and began ruffling through the paperwork. Birth certificate… hospitable bills… school records… some projects he did at school when he was younger… there. Adoption papers. The boy sat down to stare at the slip of paper that confirmed his worst fears. He was adopted…why was he adopted!?

"Jay? Sweetie? That you in there?" A sweet elderly voice called out, before a woman old enough to be his grandmother walked into the room. Upon seeing what he was looking at, she sighed and sat down next to him on the floor. "Oh Jay..." She tried to place her arm around him only for him to violently shake her off.

"No! I just…why didn't you tell me, Ma!?" Jay was crying as he looked down at the papers.

A sigh escaped his mother as she looked over at him. "Jay…we were going to tell you once you were older."

Jay stifled a sob, before launching to his feet. Breaking at a run, he bolted into his room and quickly closing the door behind him.

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The room was full of elderly people. If you could call them people. Each one of them had glowing eyes that pierced the darkness as if it were normal. A glowing giant statue of a group of young children was sitting in the middle of the room. A map on the floor had a single red dot glowing brightly.

Shifting slightly, one of the men present spoke up. "That group again? Didn't we just give them a new Guardian just last week?"

A lady sitting next to him whacked him on the arm. "Knock it off. Clearly they need more help that most orphans. We best take some extra time and send the best Guardian for the job. Until then, I can keep an eye on them from a distance."

Murmurs of agreement escaped everyone as they nodded their heads in agreement. It would pay better to keep a close eye on them and taking their time with finding a new Guardian than to rush into it like they typically do.

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Jay walked into the school feeling nervous about running into people. Not that he typically was nervous or anything, just he was more nervous today than he typically is. Looking down to his feet, he walked to where his locker was located. Everything looked like it was all clear, when a pair of feet that were huge compared to his own suddenly appeared in front of him. Gulping, he stopped moving but still kept his head down.

"Well, well. What do we have here? If it ain't wittle Jay living with his grandparents still." A new voice jeered loudly.

Jay looked up to find himself looking at a much larger boy that towered over him, a sneer on his face. "Umm…Mark? That's my locker. If you would please just step to the side…" Jay tried getting past the larger boy.

Mark reached out and seized Jay by the shirt, a scowl crossing his face. "I wasn't done talking to you. Do you get grandma's cookies everyday for lunch then?"

Jay twisted frantically, trying to get out of his grip. "Put me down! And don't make fun of my Ma!" Jay aimed a weak kick at the bully, only to miss by a landslide.

"Pathetic…you might as well be one of those monsters. You can't do anything right." Mark dropped Jay, walking off chuckling to himself as he shook his head at him.

Jay picked his backpack up and swiftly opened his locker. Shoving his stuff into it, he noticed his notes about the one other intelligent species that lived on this lonely planet with him and the other humans. At least…Jay believed they were intelligent. Everyone kept telling him that the Dragonoids were anything but intelligent, and yet…his research should some signs of intelligence. In some cases, they prove their smarter than Mark and his cronies. Somewhere in the distance a bell rang, signaling the start of another school day.

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A/N: Done! Ok, thinking things over…this might be a smidgen Jay-centric. Also, Kai replaced the older girl. And in the actual story in my head, their ten and younger…not in their teens, though for this I am going to have them in their teens. Jay technically is taking the place of the sixteen-year old human that well; you will have to read to find out.

Please review so I know what to keep and what to change as I (hopefully) write the actual story.

SkyTalon