This is a story by Sensei Purplebrick. Please do not modify except for technical issues. Thank you and I hope you like it! ^_^
PurpleBrick was wandering around one day trying to think of a good Ninjago story idea (as if she needed any more XD). Suddenly the idea of writing from the perspective of a "bad guy" came into her mind. A little later, this still on her mind, she heard "Healing Begins" by Tenth Avenue North (look it up! It's awesome!) and when it came to the line "The light meets the dark" something clicked and a story was born.
The dojo was alive with movement and sound. Posts spun, bags swung and dummies fell over as a blur of black and another of yellow raced around the training area. Like a well-trained orchestra playing its favorite symphony they flowed through, without a single mistake or collision.
But all became quiet as the door opened and the Old Master walked in. The equipment stilled and the blurs came to him and took the form of two girl ninjas, one of Light and the other of Shadow, removing their hoods and bowing.
"You girls have been wonderful pupils." The Old Master began in his slow and majestic way of speaking. "I am very proud of you both."
"We are honored to be under your training, Master." The ninja in yellow replied. Her bright smile flashed and her blond braid swung as she made another quick bow.
I am glad, Allie . But now you have learned all I can teach you."
The other ninja, Keara , protested. "Why, Master, certainly there is more to know about being a ninja."
"Of course, there is," he replied, "but much that is learned cannot be taught by even the wisest sensei. And you will both find that out soon enough."
"What will we do now, then?" Allie asked, eyes showing worry.
Her beloved Sensei smiled. "You weren't thinking I'd throw you out, were you? By all means, stay until you are ready. You should never take the next step in your life unprepared."
"Oh, thank you, Master!" she exclaimed. Allie hugged him and trotted out of the training area. Keara, much less emotional than her partner, simply smiled a little before slowly following.
The Old Master watched them go. They are so much like their elements, he thought. Allie - Light; pure, hopeful, beautiful... his smile faded slightly. Keara - Shadow; good at times, has its place, but uncertain, hard to see through. Ah, Keara, he reflected, I'm just not sure about you...
"We'll stay together, won't we?" Allie said to Keara as she entered their room.
"Yeah, of course we will." she replied, sitting on her bed.
"Great! I'm so glad. You're my best friend, and I was afraid you'd want to go on your own,... Or worse, find someone else to team up with."
"You're all I have, why would I ever leave you?"
"Sometimes you never know..." Allie responded.
Chapter 1 - Keara's ChoiceEdit
Keara looked up from her book into the woods. It had been a couple days since she and Allie had finished their lessons with the Old Master. They had a plan, and were almost ready to go. Now, it was time to relax- or so she thought. Her black ponytail swung as she scanned the trees for the one who had whispered. Oh well, guess it's my imagination, she thought. She returned to her story.
"Keara." it called again, quiet but clear.
Seeing that this was not her imagination, she got up and walked towards where she thought the voice came from. So much for being alone, she thought.
Her hearing was correct. A few moments' walking brought her straight to the owner of the voice. The speaker was tall, cloaked but not hooded, and had rather long, black hair which attempted to cover a mark over his right eye. Keara knew that mark well.
"So, Deorc, you have returned." she said coldly.
"Yes I have. What's the matter, am I too early? You can't complain, nobody ever sends me a schedule. And by the way, it's-"
"Supposed to be Lord Deorc , I know. But don't expect to hear me calling you that."
The evil lord laughed. "Actually, young one, I might be soon."
"And what is that supposed to mean? If you remember, last time we met, I emerged the victor."
"Yes, but not without getting a mark." He reached out his hand and traced the long, thin scar running along her right jaw.
The ninja jumped back. "Don't touch me!"
He laughed. "Face it, child, you were lucky. You surprised me. I was not particularly determined that night. You managed to grab me. I missed your throat. But maybe next time... You won't get off so well."
"You are right. But I was still learning at that time, and will continue to learn. I have gotten better, and will keep getting better.
"You will. But that will never be enough. You could still become greater... With help. I can see the power in you. You are more than just a master of Shadow. You are a powerful elemental master, a great fighter, and..." He leaned towards Keara's face. "A natural leader."
"What's the meaning of all this, Deorc?" The girl stepped back.
"The meaning of it is that you belong in a place of power, of greatness. A ninja's life is too low for someone like you."
At this Keara took a sudden interest. "Are you saying you can give me better?"
"Yes, Keara, much better. You are good now, but join me, and I will make you much greater, who you deserve to be."
"I don't know... What about Allie?"
"Bah! that goody-goody little girl? Don't worry about your worthless friend. This is about you!"
Keara thought for a minute. He was very persuasive. Yes, Allie would be upset with parting, but she made friends easily. She wouldn'be lonely for long. "Well... Alright... When do you want me to come?"
"As soon as you can."
"I can be here, and ready, by sundown." It was already getting late.
"Good. I like a girl who takes swift action. A pleasure doing business with you, Keara. Farewell." And with a puff of smoke, Deorc vanished.
Keara had returned to the dojo, silently slipping her belongings into her bag. Among the various clothes and keepsakes she picked up a bracelet. She couldn't help but smile just a little. Allie's father made jewelry for a living, and had crafted matching bands for the two. Friendship bracelets, they called them. Keara then sighed, then quietly said, "If that's indeed what they are, then I guess I'd better not keep it." She dropped the band, watching it fall to the bed, its beads clattering softly as it struck the soft surface.
Keara thought she heard footsteps. She jumped, but they stopped. Ok, she reassured herself, just another minute to slip out the door, and it'll be over-
"Keara?" The door opened and Allie came in. "Are you in here- Oh! You are!-" she saw the bag and her friend's startled and guilty look. "What are you doing?"
Keara tried to hide the bag. "Nothing..."
"Why are you packing that small bag, and now? We've got better ones, and we weren't going to pack until tomorrow-"
"I won't be needing one. And you'll just have to pack by yourself tomorrow. "
"Well, I suppose we could leave a little early, but... Why are you like this? Are you alright? "
"I'm just fine Allie, but I'll be even better once I leave. So if you'll excuse me-"
"You're leaving?" Allie cried. "But you said-"
"I know what I said! But things have changed. I've got something better coming. And I'm sorry, but it doesn't involve you. "
"Bu-, but,- you're working with Deorc now, aren't you?" Allie's tone changed to a more bitter one.
"I won't ask how you guessed, but if you'll excuse me, someone is expecting me at sundown." Keara headed for the door.
"Alright then, I won't stop you." Allie replied calmly. Keara turned. Where was the fight, the pleading to not leave? There was no coldness in the Light ninja's voice, nor on her face. As Keara walked away, the last thing she saw of Allie was her with wide eyes and quivering lips, a look of shock mingled with deep sorrow.
Keara never forgot that look.
Chapter 2 - Allie's ReactionEdit
Allie silently watched her best friend desert her for the evil path. As soon as Keara was gone, she turned around to view the bedroom. On Keara's bed lay her friend's friendship bracelet. Allie strode over to the bed and picked it up. I guess this means you're serious, Keara. How symbolic of you. She released the chain, watching it fall. The beads clicked together as they once again struck the bed, making the song of a lost friendship. Allie then laid upon the bed and began to cry.
Some time later the Old Master walked in and found Allie there, still crying. He nearly dropped his staff as he hurried to her. "What is wrong, Allie?" He asked gently. "It-it's- Keara," The girl sobbed, "She-she said she'd stay with me."
"Keara is leaving?"
"She already left," The girl sat up and looked at her sensei. "But not just that, though that alone is painful enough. She's working for- for- Deorc!"
"What? But why?"
"I don't know, Master, I just don't know. I wish I did."
The Old Master sat on the bed and embraced his sobbing pupil. He too, shed a few tears for their lost friend. He was very sad, but he had suspected something like this would happen. Just not this soon. And now there was Allie to look after. "Allie, my child..." He finally said.
She sniffed. "Yes Master?"
"Do you want to stay here for a while? Maybe find another ninja to work with?"
"I would love to do that, and I thank you for your offer, but though Keara has turned from me, I will not abandon her. There is still hope that she will return to us, and I won't have anything standing in the way of that."
"I understand, Allie, but you can't deny everything and everyone for that. Please, do try to find someone, do it for me. It would break my heart to see you like this always."
The ninja of Light looked her sensei in the eye. "You really want me to?"
"Yes, I do."
"Alright, then, I will. For you."
Despite the painful circumstances the Old Master couldn't help but smile a little. But his face became sad again as he hugged Allie. He got up and left the room, heading into his own.
He leaned upon his staff and sighed deeply. "Oh, Keara, how could you do this? You were like a daughter, one of my own! Now your darkness shows." The Old Master sighed again. "Allie, so bright, so happy, so innocent! You least of all deserve to go through this. Ah, may I not see such dark times, with those who are so close! It is more than I can bear."
Chapter 3 - Into the DarknessEdit
Keara walked to the gate of the fence surrounding the small dojo. She opened it, stepped out, and closed it behind her. And so I also close a chapter of my life, the master of Shadow reflected. The young ninja began to run to where she would meet her new master. She hoped he had time for a little talk.
When Keara arrived, no one was there- or so she thought. Suddenly, out of nowhere he appeared. Keara was startled at first, but then remembered that Allie was capable of the same. Allie...
"Ah, now here's a person who doesn't need a schedule to be on time! Welcome back, young one." Lord Deorc cut her thoughts short. "Come with me now, and I shall show you your new home."
Keara followed without hesitation. But on the way, she spoke. "Deorc?"
"Before I do anything for you, will you promise me something?"
"That would depend upon what it is, young one."
"Please don't make me do anything to Allie while I am in your service, will you? I promise to do anything else you ask, but don't make me hurt my old friend."
They walked on silently for a minute, Deorc deep in thought. He finally spoke. "Alright, as you wish, Keara. But you must do anything, and I mean anything, else I request."
"I will, my lord." Keara bowed. She quickly stood up. That was the first time she had bowed to anyone but her old Master. It seemed a little strange to do so, but, as the ninja told herself, she would have to get used to that.
Soon they came to the entrance of a cave, sealed by a large stone. Deorc used his elemental powers to open it. He stood to the side. "Ladies first." Keara stepped inside and he followed. Once they were both inside he colsed the door. "Don't worry, your powers should work on the door too. And inside, there's another method." He pointed to a lever.
They continued to walk through the cave. "Do you live here alone, Deorc?" Keara asked.
"Certainly not," he replied. "One can't be an evil genius without a horde of henchmen to cover him up!"
"So who are these henchmen?"
"You shall see soon enough, my dear." Deorc pulled a whistle from somewhere in his cloak and blew into it. Instantly hundreds of small, dark, humanlike figures ran into the room. "Form ranks!" Deorc called.
Suddenly chaos broke out. The henchmen scrambled to their positions and tripped over each other and knocked their mates down. In the end everyone was on the floor except for one at the front, looking like nothing had ever happened behind him. He stood there, tall (quite literally, as he was taller than the others) and expressionless, rather like a guard of Buckingham Palace, only they do not have grey skin and red eyes.
Raxxon nodded and bowed slightly. "Always a pleasure to meet an ally of my master's."
"Raxxon, this is my new assistant, Keara. I'm afraid I've already promoted her to second-in-command, so you'll be third from now on."
Raxxon scowled but simply said, "As you wish, my lord." He then proceeded to pick up and somehow throw his fellow Darkthings into their positions and on their feet.
"Wow..." Keara stared.
"My morning exercise, Commander," he said casually.
"Oh! That's right, the Darkthings will call you Commander from now on. Well now, I have dark scrolls to study and evil plans to make. Oh, and give Keara this, Com- Captain Raxxon, after you show her around." Deorc spoke quickly before taking a glass bottle off a nearby shelf, handing it to him and heading through a door.
"Of course. This way, Commander." The Darkthing took her arm and led her down the hall.
Chapter 4 - A New FriendEdit
Aaron walked along the hard dirt path away from the center of the village. When he'd asked to get out of the dojo while doing something useful, playing messenger pigeon wasn't what he had in mind. But his Mistress had started looking rather desperate, so he took the message anyway.
Little clouds of dust kicked up under his feet as he wondered what was so important. What did Millie tell her that put her so on edge? What had made his sensei decide to reach out to a friend she hadn't seen in years? And why wasn't he able to know more?
Aaron's wondering came to an end as he reached his destination: an old monastery. The gate was open and he stepped right up to the door. The ninja knocked loudly, hoping the old man would hear him.
He was surprised as the door opened almost immediately. But what surprised him even more was that behind it was not an old man, but a girl about his age, and a ninja too. He found himself stammering, "I-I have a m-m-message for your... Sensei."
Fortunately, he was saved further awkwardness by the appearance of the person in question. "I am he."
Aaron handed him the note. "This is for you."
The Old Master opened it and read over its contents. It went something like this:
Dear old Friend,
One of my students spotted Deorc the other day. He's probably after either you or me, possibly even both of us. I'm not afraid, but now that my husband is dead, I'm worried about how bold he'll become. Protect yourself, and any advice you can give to me on him would be wonderful.
Also, keep an eye on your students, if you have any. You know how persuasive he can be.
The Old Master looked over the note without speaking, then folded the note and put it somewhere in his kimono. Aaron and Allie were still awkwardly staring at each other. Hoping to break the silence and perhaps score a new friend for Allie, he said, "Young ninja, do come in and tell me how your sensei is doing. Is she well? I have not spoken to her in years. Allie, maybe you could bring out a few of those biscuits you made earlier."
Allie took advantage of this and fled to the kitchen, not bothering to mention that it was actually Keara who had made the biscuits. Aaron tried to look casual as he checked to make sure every short, red hair on his head was in place. Somehow, everyone got into the dojo in the same room, and eating biscuits.
"Thank you so much for bringing the message and telling me of your Sensei." The Old Master rose. "But I am tired now and wish to rest. Allie, continue to entertain the young man please, unless he wishes to return to his Master, of course."
"Yes, Sensei." The ninja of Light quickly stood up and bowed. As her Master left, she shyly turned to the other ninja. The two had not spoken to each other during the whole visit, and still sat silent for another minute or so before Allie finally managed an "Ummm, hi."
"Hello... I'm... Aaron, Master of Lightning." He replied, finally getting control of himself.
"I'm Allie, Master of Light."
Another minute of awkward silence passed. "Are you the only student here, Allie?"
"Well, technically I've finished and am no longer a student, but... Yes and no."
"What do you mean?"
"Well... I trained with my friend Keara, but then she turned away and joined Lord Deorc just a couple days ago."
"Oh, really? I'm so sorry."
"It's nothing you should worry over..." Allie's voice showed no sorrow but her eyes slowly filling with tears told otherwise.
He stepped closer and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe I should."
Allie smiled through her tears. "Thanks."
"No problem." He said, trying to ignore the pierce in his heart from that smile.
They spent a little while longer together, then Aaron left, promising his return tomorrow.
Chapter 5 - ReflectionEdit
"Now that you have seen all you need to, here is your room, Commander." Raxxon opened a door in the hall and they walked in.
"Thank you, Captain." Keara looked around the room. It was mostly gray, due to the stone walls and floor, and had a bed, a chest of drawers, a table, two chairs, and a mirror.
"Hope you won't mind the lack of feminine decoration," the Darkthing captain half-smiled and gave a slight chuckle. He only ever appreciated his own humor.
"This is fine, thank you."
Raxxon pulled out the glass bottle Deorc had given him earlier. "Lord Deorc wanted you to drink this when we were done. I will leave you alone now, you should not be needed for a while." He headed for the door. "Oh, and by the way," he looked back at her, " I would suggest doing it while sitting down."
The door slid closed and clicked shut as Raxxon exited. Keara stared at the bottle she now held. The contents were dark, almost black, also very thin and watery. It seemed to be mixing and swirling on its own. Why had Raxxon told her to sit down? Why was she drinking this in the first place? Keara was not familiar with potions, so she decided it would be best to take the Darkthing's advice.
She sat down on the bed and opened the bottle. She smelled it, but couldn't put a finger on what the scent resembled. Slowly the ninja brought it to her lips. "Well, here goes nothing..." Slowly she drank the dark liquid.
It didn't taste bad, really. Again, Keara couldn't match it to anything she'd ever tasted. Nothing happened at first, but suddenly she grew very dizzy, her vision blurred and she fell backwards onto the bed, passed out.
Strangely, in this unconscious state, she began to dream. Only it wasn't really a dream. It was a memory...
It was dark, and all was quiet at the monastery. All the world seemed asleep. Except for Keara, that is. Try as she might, she could not bring herself to sleep. Something felt wrong.
Finally, Keara gave up trying to sleep. She slipped out of bed and crept out the door, so as not to wake Allie, who slept nearby. Keara wondered at her friend's completely peaceful state. But then again, she was always at peace. Keara wished she was the same.
Slowly and silently the ninja of Shadow made her way to the front door. She sensed the trouble - if there really was any - was outside. She opened the door and stepped out. The moon was giving some light, and Keara used her powers to move from shadow to shadow, scouting the yard surrounding the monastery.
Suddenly she saw it - a figure creeping among the shadows, approaching the monastery. Quickly she followed it as it slipped along. Then Keara saw a glint- the gleam of a knife blade. Without another thought, she jumped.
He had no idea she was there, and was taken completely by surprise. In a flash Keara was pinning him to the ground. The intruder reached up and slashed at her with the knife he held in his hand, hoping to get her neck, but he missed and only got her cheek. Undaunted by this injury, Keara grabbed the hand holding the dagger and pushed it to the grass.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" She snapped.
"I am Lord Deorc, and my business is my own." He struggled, but was held down tight.
"What if this business interferes with mine?"
"It's not yours, only your Master's."
They were cut short by the monastery door opening. Keara looked up to see Allie standing there, closely followed by her sensei. Seizing his chance, Deorc pushed Keara off of himself and fled into the night.
"Who was that?" Allie asked.
The Old Master drew his mouth into a straight line. "I am not sure, but I do not think we will be seeing him for a while."
The vision faded and Keara woke up sprawled across the bed. Her head ached, but everything else felt normal. What on earth was the potion for, then? She wondered as she sat up. Slowly she slipped off the bed, planting her feet on the cold, stone floor. Still nothing new. The ninja looked down at her hands. All looked normal, but she was wearing gloves, so it was hard to tell for sure.
Keara was about to pull a glove off and check, when she caught a glance of her reflection in the mirror. She gasped and ran closer. Immediately, it was clear what Deorc's potion had done.
Her dark eyes had become a bright, vivid red. The black ponytail she wore was coarser and shaggier. But the most noticeable difference was her skin. It had changed to a dull gray. She touched her face, and jumped at the coolness of her own flesh. Cautiously she peeked underneath various parts of her clothing, but color was the only difference.
Her eyes traveled back to the mirror. In all the new additions, something was missing. It was a few seconds before Keara realized it: her scar was gone! But why had it disappeared? None of her other features had changed form, except her hair, only color. Keara stared at the mirror and let her thoughts slip to where that scar came from..
The Old Master carefully cleaned Keara's bleeding cheek. Though not very harmful or painful, the cut from Deorc's knife was deep and messy. "I will do the best I can," the sensei said, "But I do believe it will scar just the same."
"Such a shame for Keara to have a mark on her face." Allie, who stood nearby, commented.
"It's fine, Allie," Keara reassured. "I'm not bothered by it, really."
"Besides," added their teacher, "It is the mark of a good deed. You saved us from invasion, perhaps even our lives. Wear this scar with pride, my child." He picked up a bandage and placed it over the wound.
The mark of a good deed... Keara wondered if maybe, strange as it was, if that was why the scar had vanished. However, further speculation was interrupted by her door bursting open and two rather young Darkthings stumbling in. They looked a lot alike somehow, but one appeared to be male, the other female. "I told you the new Commander was in here!" The one who looked like a girl said.
"No, I told you!" The other argued.
"Well maybe I said it or maybe you said it. But what I DID say is that we shouldn't go in without knocking first!"
"You're the one who opened the door!"
"I did not!"
Suddenly they switched from arguing to yelling "AUUGH!" As they were picked up by their shirt collars and tossed outside the room by Raxxon. "I apologize for their behavior, Commander." He bowed slightly as he entered.
Keara shook herself out of her confused stare. "Not a problem, Captain." She replied. "Who are they, anyway ?"
The Darkthings in question popped up in the doorway once more. "I'm Gorkel!" The male one said.
"I'm Norkel!" The female one cried at almost the same time.
Raxxon turned and glared at them. With a startled cry, the two vanished.