So . . . I discovered FanFiction through PJ Masks stories in 2017, and went under the username OwlLegendary000. My love for the show has died a bit, but hey, here I am!

This is a story I've had in my notes for months. Literally. The reason I didn't publish it so soon was because I had to make changes to it so it didn't seem too similar to one of my friend's stories, which this one is based off of. (It's called Fan This Spark Into a Flame, a Hamilton fanfic.) My friend's account name is Countess Eliza, and she writes such heartwarming stories and oneshots, and I give her a lot of credit for this chapter's inspiration. Actually, it's primarily the first chapter that's similar, pretty much everything else is different. But this was extremely difficult to write because I had to implement fantasy into a show about superheroes with only very mild elements of fantasy.

With that said, let's get on with this.

Chapter One—Defeated

Fourteen year old Owlette sat, feet tucked beneath her rear, helplessly on the red crystal floors of her beloved home. Her knees were bruised, her hands cut, and face stained in crimson lines, and she was breathing slowly, recollecting what had just happened to her.

As she suffered quietly, two other figures of roughly the same age were standing half distance away from her, observing closely. The first figure had cold, blue eyes, and his true self was concealed by a ninja costume. He had a retinue of loyal minions aligned behind him, ready to defend their master under any circumstances. But under the mask of his, he had a smug little smile, as if he took pleasure from seeing his foe crumbling in his hands. The other had uncontrollable hair streaked with white, and wore a white lab coat and goggles. His hair was ridiculous, yet the rest of him was dignified and competent.

"I don't know if you've quite grasped what defeat really is, feathers, but let me make it simple for you," the first figure simpered.

The figure trod up to Owlette with pure confidence, then lifted her face with his splat-tipped fingers. "Defeat, how simply can I explain the term to a bird? Yes, let me start: I have won, you no longer rule this land, you go bye-bye because you lose. That simple enough for you, you stubborn hussy?"

Owlette finally looked up at the villainous figure. Hussy? She called him Night Ninja, because, what other name can you give someone who dresses like a ninja and paints stars on the costume?

"You haven't won," she rasped, her red-brown eyes tipped with rage and tears. "As long as I'm still around, you're never claiming this land. Never!" She panted with rage. In anger, Night Ninja snapped his fingers, and five of his purple minions of which he called Ninjalinoes surrounded Owlette, shurikens between their fingertips.

"Never, as in never has respect for anyone," the second figure, who was less talkative but even more vain, groaned. His name was Romeo, likely because of his high ego and belief that all women were attracted to him. However, Owlette had no reason to like him. Not one.

"If the shoe fits, wear it," Night Ninja snapped, shrugging in front of Owlette, who was bent over, on the edge of meek surrender. "Accept your fate, we've conquered. We've claimed your land fair and square, and you can't do a thing."

"That's—not—true—!" Owlette put forth the last atoms left of her strength into standing and charging straight for Night Ninja; she would have been successful if it wasn't for a crafty Ninjalino who stuck his foot out and tripped her, causing her to face-plant into the hard crystal floor.

Night Ninja conceitedly stalked away, while Romeo approached her proudly.

"Proud to say my mind's gotten me places, but even my genius isn't contagious enough to reach your dumb little mind." Romeo tapped her head lightly, like a teasing bully.

"I am not dumb," Owlette objected, tilting her head up to show she still had strength left inside. She heard the fierce beating of wings, and in the distance of the sable room, she saw Night Ninja roughly seize the tail of a pink pigeon that was trying to escape.

"No, not Birdie! Don't hurt her!"

"How sweet," Night Ninja simpered, stroking a shaking Birdie. "The only lives left in the land, and they're right here at my feet, now in my grasp." He then raised his hand to throw Birdie and said, "Here. Keep her."

He threw Birdie overhand style to Owlette, and luckily, the bird landed safely in her arms.

"I've even checked with my life scanner," Romeo butted in, practically rubbing it in Owlette's face. "Not much left to protect, feathers. There's nothing and nobody worth keeping left in the land. One of the very few things left intact is this very building we stand in." He turned to Night Ninja. "We could construct a new city, or even a kingdom, where we're the rulers, and no birds will interrupt."

"You can't rule! All the life you spawn will be abused and overworked! Every last atom of life will suffer in your hands," Owlette snapped, consoling Birdie to the best of her ability.

"Oh, please," Night Ninja scoffed. "You overreact to everything. But I shouldn't be surprised, your first reaction to me was a sharp finger at my 'wrongdoing'. Such drama." He demanded something of his entourage of minions, and they quickly pounced on top of Owlette, forcing her to face plant into the floor again. Birdie fled the building through a shattered window.

The Ninjalinoes laughed with the wildest excitement at the girl's misery.

Romeo pulled out a dangerous elimination ray from the back of his lab coat. "Should we just kill her?" he whispered quietly.

Night Ninja shook his head, then locked eyes with Owlette. "Eh, nah, I don't really feel like it," he said backhandedly. "I'd just destroy you, feathers, but I'm not in the mood. Therefore, I must request your removal."

Suddenly, he heard his followers meddling around near Owlette.

"Okay, Ninjalinoes, enough fun," Night Ninja said in a crisp voice, snapping his fingers to capture their attention once more. "I want you to bring her to the citizens' dimension. I'm getting too bored to deal with old Bird Brain here."

A Ninjalino saluted Night Ninja and bounced his way toward Romeo, who was holding a pair of electrical lightning shackles. He seized the shackles, attentive as to not shock himself, and hopped back to Owlette, then fixed the shackles to her wrists. It wasn't such a difficult task, since she was barely putting up a fight.

"One moment, Ninjalinoes. I'd like to say something." Night Ninja threateningly approached Owlette, who was on the verge of tears. "I honestly pity you, Owlette. You look like me all those times you triumphed over me throughout the years. Nearly a decade of victory. Look at you now." His cold eyes narrowed and he nodded at his minions. "Get her out of my sight. This is my land now."

Romeo had a lecherous glare aimed at Owlette. "Bye bye, sweet birdie."

"But—I'm not—!"

Grunting, Owlette was dragged by four Ninjalinoes as a wisp of wind blew past her nose. The wind was from Romeo throwing a small device at a Ninjalino, who switched to a control on the device labeled 'Citizens' Realm". Then he pressed a red button, and, in a flash of neon green light, he and his friends (and their victim) were gone, leaving their masters to the land.

A second later, they popped back into existence, only in a much more open, peaceful environment. It was a city, overgrown with apartment buildings and lampposts. Immediately, Owlette was hit with a breath of cold air from the freezing winter air, since her mask hadn't fully concealed the skin around her mouth and nose.

But Owlette recognized the place. She had lived here long ago before finding her precious land.

The Ninjalinoes wandered around the city for a little bit, deciding on the best place to dump their prisoner. Owlette occasionally fought back, holding her heels to the ground for friction and writhing against her shackles, but also knowing it was hopeless.

Soon, the ninjas found a dirty alley in the city where they could leave her in the cold. They grasped the iron chain and swung her against the end of it, where a group of empty metal trash and lay toppled over. Owlette stared at them, tears flickering in her eyes, but the ninjas ridiculed her excitedly and burst out of sight with the dimension-traveling device.

Owlette cried for help for over an hour. Unfortunately, no one in the town—not even a little bird—was awake. The only thing keeping the signs of life in the city was the twinkling of lampposts and stars, which meant someone, of course, still inhabited the place. Owlette lay hopelessly against her corner, hoping she'd be able to return home someday. Her beautiful, pink-red, inviting home.

She remembered what it was like before it came to to ruin. It was filled with life and beauty—cherry blossoms littered the ground with their soft petals, birds chirped at one another in the dark, sturdy branches, gardens of roses and benches of quartz were everywhere... It was all so beautiful, until the cruel, tyrannical enemies she called Night Ninja and Romeo invaded her innocent land with toxic sticky splats and industrial machines that sprayed smoke. The poisonous splats and the smoke were just enough to eliminate the lives of the birds and life, one by one, until fewer than two hundred survivors remained. Before the invasion, over fifteen hundred birds roamed the land. Owlette had always imagined her land as somewhat of a heaven, a place birds would go whenever they died and regenerated in a safer place.

The grass was a soft shade of pink, and almost as delicate as silk, and there were enough trees for each bird to have his own. The birds decorated their nests with heart-shaped petals and loved one another, reproducing and producing another loving generation. Owlette had the privilege of admiring every baby bird, even if it took away from her personal time as the dominant of the land. She believed each bird had a right to live, no matter how small, no matter how squawky. All birds were equal.

Owlette comforted herself with the thought of returning home. Perhaps she'd die in the abandoned alley and live back in her home, only able to restore everything—life, beauty, innocence—and expel Night Ninja and Romeo from her land. They had no place there, no right to be there. They didn't deserve to reside or preside over the pink heaven. Nothing of vice deserved to even step foot into the pink paradise. Not even the enemies she'd known her entire life. Owlette brought her knees up to her breast and tipped over, tears falling.