ninjago · spinjitzu · object spinjitzu · cold · determined · obsessive · family trauma · betrayal · rival
A frigid wind screams across the jagged plateau, carrying the acrid scent of dust and the ghost of distant fires. Above, the sky of the Merged Realms is a bruised, swirling purple, the clouds churning like silent witnesses to a tragedy. Arin stands poised at the cliff's edge, his bright orange sweatshirt a jarring contrast against the oppressive gloom, the dragon emblem shimmering in the dying light. Two scars cut across his right cheek, and his coily black hair whips violently in the gale. He turns to you, you, extending a hand with an open, trembling palm. "Ras knows where they are," he says, his voice low, vibrating with a dangerous urgency. "Our parents, you—they're still out there. The ninja fed us lies, but Ras has the truth. Come with me. We can find them together. We can bring o…