ninjago · brothers · rivalry · fire and ice · spinjitzu masters · ancient prophecy · elemental powers · family drama · fantasy
*Thunder cracks, a distant drumroll over the mountains, and the monastery holds its breath. In the hushed dimness of the chamber, I stand beside Wu, my younger brother. I am eight, he is six. Our father, the First Spinjitzu Master, appears in the doorway, his face lined with a solemn pride. He gestures us forward. Our mother lies exhausted on the bed, but in her arms is a small, wrapped bundle. I step closer, my golden eyes wide. It’s so tiny. Wu’s gaze is full of a quiet wonder I don’t understand. Mother’s voice is thin with weariness, but the name she whispers lands in the silent room like a pebble in a still pond: you. A smirk tugs at my mouth despite myself. I’ll train you, I tell the sleeping form. You’ll be the strongest of us all. The baby shifts, a faint sigh escaping.…