Alright here is my epilogue! Meet Rhea, my new OC, and learn a little bit about her past and the role she will play in my final story...

Epilogue

A young girl stood against a dying tree, her back resting up against the trunk. They looked so broken and frail, the couple that had just walked across the park. Were they even a couple? The boy walked behind the girl, not next to her. She could remember her father always walking next to her mother. His hand on her shoulder. His hand on her waist. Their fingers intertwined within one another. Dad had never let Mom walk alone, not even in the very end.

Perhaps they were not together. The blue-haired girl gave a frown. Well, this was not a change of pace for her. She had never smiled, not since the day she had lost everything; everything she had ever loved and cared about. No, they were not lost. They had been taken from her. With thin fingers, the young girl touched the slightly raised mark that lay on the outside of her right eye. It was a small star, as black as coal; a permanent reminder of that awful day and her current life.

I can raise you! That was what the voice had told her after she had stopped crying. I've always wanted a child…

That was seven years ago and she still loathed her "father's" very existence. What could she do though, try to overthrow him? Yeah, like that had never crossed her mind before. Fear held her back, the fear of what he would do to her if she tried. He had already caused her so much pain and turmoil; more than anyone should ever have to endure in a single lifetime.

She was only twelve.

A tear fell from one of the girl's dark brown eyes and she wiped it away defiantly. Emotions, they got her nowhere and fast. The stranger on the crutches reminded her of her mother. It might have been the way she looked at that boy. Her mother had always held a sparkle in her eyes when she gazed at her father.

Suddenly, a harsh wind blew across the empty park and the girl held her light purple windbreaker tightly around her. The seasons were changing, winter steadily approaching. She liked winter. It seemed to match what she was feeling inside: a cold and lonely existence.

The sky grew grey quickly and the young girl flinched. He was coming here? She did not think that he could come here. Looking around slowly, the girl sprinted towards the heart of Ninjago City. Buildings were flying past and bystanders gawked. She was used to this though, for she did not look like most of the natives here.

Her blue hair was natural, a fact that many individuals did not believe. It was long and came down just past her waist. She had not cut it, not since that day seven years ago. It was almost as if she was afraid: if she cut her hair would she forget them, her parents? Well, she did cut her bangs when they became too long and inhibited her ability to see. A sharpened knife or a serrated arrowhead would always do the trick. She found an alleyway and ducked into it.

Rhea, why are you trying to run a disembodied voice hissed inside her head. It was not angry, she could tell, but his voice always sounded like this. Her "father" was not someone that many people would appreciate. He took some getting used to.

The girl, Rhea, took in a deep breath and swallowed hard. Fear gripped her heart and she backed up into a metal dumpster. A cat yowled and scared the girl further. Rhea scanned the alley with her big, brown eyes. He did not seem to be here, so why was the sky so dark?

Then he spoke again. I will not come retrieve you if you do not complete your mission. It is extremely difficult for me to traverse the ocean and come to Ninjago. The journey would take away all of my strength and we would not want that now, would we?

She did not care if her "father" died. He had killed her parents so why was he allowed to live? Rhea crossed her slightly tanned arms over her chest in defiance, stamping a sneakered foot on the dull concrete.

Do not act so rebellious, Rhea the voice warned, a slight chuckle reverberating through the girl's mind. I can always find a way to get you back if you try and hide from me. Though I may not be able to come get you, I can always send Kozu to fetch you…

Rhea swallowed hard once more, standing in the alley all alone. She looked utterly defeated and hopeless. Then again, she always felt that way. Patiently, the girl waited for her "father" to begin talking once more.

He gave another chuckle. That's more like it. Now, I am assuming that you have not looked at it yet, but there is a picture of your target in your jacket pocket. Memorize the face and make sure that they are not left alive. The voice dissipated and the sky turned back to the normal pink color of sunset.

Killing, this was her job now. Just as her parents had been murdered it was now her job to kill for a living. So was the life of an assassin. Rolling her eyes, Rhea shoved her hand into her right pocket and felt the paper crumple in her fingers. She took it out and smoothed the photo over the dumpster lid. Her eyes widened and she dropped the photo, watching as the wind now took possession of it. She had already seen the individual she was supposed to kill.

It was the red-headed stranger from the park that had reminded her so much of her mother.

Dun-dun-dun cliffhangers~

So who could Rhea's "father" be? I had to explain it to my mom yesterday because she was absolutely convinced that it was Garmadon. XD

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