So yeah. Another story happened. Yay.

-prologue-

Fire.

Burning fire.

Hot, burning fire.

Hot, burning fire. Everywhere.

Hot, burning fire. Everywhere. As far as the eye can see.

Ninjago was on fire. It was burning to the ground as the maniacs that did it laughed brightly.

Everyone was a slave. If they weren't, they wouldn't see the light of life again.

Or would they?

Underground.

Deep underground.

Deep underground, you would think it was an unpleasant place to hide. Cold and dank and wet. But it wasn't bad. They had built a civilization under there, with a reliable air source, shelters for groups to live in and all. They called themselves the "Children of the Resistance." They weren't as notorious as the real Resistance, but they managed to survive Ninjago's fall and escape captivity. And if the time came- WHEN the time came- they would fight. Join the Resistance and fight. Fight till they got exhausted and their legs gave out. The catch- they were all young.

Children, teens and young adults gathered together, leaving their family behind to plan the city's liberation. They hadn't been caught so far. If they were lucky, they would be able to survive long enough that they could see Ninjago rise again. There was, however, one problem-

-there were new kids on the block.