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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 22:43:40 GMT
... Let's just say Silent: Forgotten is non-canon, like Wu's Teas.
Anyways, here's the real deal as promised! Enjoy!
Chapter 1
It was cold. The air was thin. Frost covered the ground like a blanket, and here and there there were patches of snow and ice. The high altitude made Hanna shiver, but she carried on climbing. There was just something so soothing about hiking, despite her exhaustion and achy feet. Hanna felt the icy wind begin to bite at her tender cheeks, and she began to slow down, sluggish, practically pulling her feet along as she steadily made her was to the summit.
There it was. Though it was encrusted in ice, the emerald still shone brightly, and she reached out to grab it. A group of teens in front of her waited, but she was careful. It was heavy, and weighed down her thin arms a bit, but she persisted. She looked towards the sun, but her reflexes kicked in. To prevent blindness, she removed a hand from the precious gem, but it was too heavy, and she was weighed down.
Hanna felt the air rush out of her, the wind in her hair, and the blinding pain of hitting granite. She began to lose consciousness and her body shut down. She didn't feel the final blow. She was completely numb before she could even hear the voices.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 23:40:14 GMT
Hanna's POV
Consciousness began to slowly slip back into my body. The voices were many, but I couldn't make them out. All I saw was blur against a bright light...I raised her hand again to block the incoming light, and my vision began to clear up. I sat up, and the pain was like an axe into her spine, but then it faded. I was in a room, in a ship. How had I ended up here?
And then I saw someone come in, and for some reason, he seemed to ring a bell. A tall young man, with a thin, pale face, dressed in white. His eyes were as blue and piercing as an icy winter. His hair, a very light shade, was styled into a clean flattop. There was almost a connection between them, like she'd seen him somewhere before.
"Hanna?" he muttered. His voice was deep, soft and kind, but also serious. "Are you...alright?"
I nodded, but I couldn't help but ask, "Who are you and how do you know my name?" My voice came out strange, a bit glitchy.
"You don't...you haven't..." He seemed to be struggling with his words. "Nevermind. I am Zane, and I will be taking care of you until you recover." He smiled softly. "Welcome aboard the Destiny's Bounty."
Unsure how to respond, I smiled back. "You seem kind enough. I know I'll enjoy my time here." I winced at my voice glitching, almost as if I were a malfunctioning android.
"And I will make sure of that." He nodded. "I shall part ways with you for now. Feel free to explore."
I nodded, and he and the others left, leaving me alone. I stood silently for a moment, and then I noticed some papers near what I presumed to be Zane's bed, which I had been sitting on. They were blue, and there were drawings on them. I kneeled down to pick them up, and I saw blueprints for a robotic bird, as well as what seemed to be Zane. There was a third one, and it changed everything.
Long, straight hair with long bangs, and large, almond shaped eyes; a slim, lithe figure; long limbs, and a tall stature; a female. It was me.
Looking carefully, I found a groove in my chest, and pulled it open. It felt weird to open my chest, especially after thinking I was human for so long. My "Memory" switch was off, which explained why I hadn't recognized the situation. Taking in a deep breath, I turned it on, and my entire life flashed before my eyes.
Who am I?
That was the first question on my mind when I came around, and my father, Dr. Julien, had the answer. Really, he had the answer to everything. And I was a curious child.
"Hello, Hanna," he said to me gently. He was a middle-aged man, probably in his fifties, his hair fading but not quite colorless yet. "Welcome to the world."
Through the years, he taught me how to speak, how to walk, how to cook, and how to write and draw. He also introduced me to my big brother, Zane, whom I looked up to. But most importantly, he taught me how to love.
And then things changed. He began feeling weak. He needed our help to walk, and eventually to perform the most basic tasks. He was in constant pain, and eventually we just had to let him go, and he slipped off peacefully, turning off both our memory switches in the process.
I gasped, shutting the door to my chest panel and scooting back on the bed. I hit my head on the top bunk, which snapped me out of it. Zane came back in. "Is everything alright? You look troubled."
I handed him the blueprints, saying, "I found these on your bed. I understand your behavior before now."
"Ah- y-yes, of course," Zane answered. "So...I am..."
"My big brother." I nodded. "Now I wonder why I hadn't noticed before, that I felt...different."
"Yes, it does feel quite peculiar, does it not?" He cleared his throat. "I have made dinner, if you feel like eating. Perhaps that way you can get to know your new teammates."
I nodded and stood up. "Yes, of course. Lead the way."
Zane nodded and took my hand; his skin felt cold and smooth, like an ice cube. Five teens and an elderly man were gathered around a kitchen table, eating and talking with one another.
I took a deep breath and took an empty seat, between Zane and a blonde boy in green. They stopped their conversation to look at me.
I waved quietly, then stared down at my chili. It smelled good, but after finding out the truth, I wasn't sure if my hunger was even real. To avoid worry, I scooped up a spoonful and placed it in my mouth. It was savory, and just the right amount of spicy. My eyes began to water, not out of the heat of the spices, but out of sudden nostalgia; this was one of the first things Zane had made for me. I forced myself to swallow and looked up.
I heard the clinking of spoons against bowls, the quiet sound of chewing; no one was talking. I cleared my throat, and they seemed to get the message, as they all looked at me again.
"Zane,' I muttered, turning to my brother. "Please introduce me."
"Ah, right," he replied, then placed a hand on me. "Everyone, this is Hanna, my younger sister, whom I rescued last night from an accident near a mountain. Before you react, I never told anyone because...I didn't think she would remember." He looked down, seeming solemn.
There was a small moment of chat between Zane's friends, and then they looked up. The only other female in the group; a tall, able-bodied girl with tangled black hair, soft features and a mole on her cheek; looked up. "I'm sorry to hear about the incident. Just know we're here for you, okay?" She cleared her throat. "Anyways, I'm Nya, Master of Water. If you need anything, just talk to me, okay?"
The boy sitting next to her; a petite, thin young man with fluffy chestnut hair and bright blue eyes, a notch cut through his right eyebrow; swallowed and smiled a bit. "I'm Jay, and I'm Nya's, well...we're a couple...and...we both have some experience with technology so we might be able to fix you up." He talked fast, almost as if he was nervous, and seemed to have a light stutter.
"A pleasure, Jay and Nya," I replied with a small nod.
Another teen, this time tall, dark, and bulky, coughed into his fist and then spoke up. "I'm Cole, and...well...just know that whatever you've been through, I've got your back."
I nodded quietly.
The young man sitting on the other side of Nya grinned at me. His wild hair and handsome face complemented a flirty aura. "They call me Kai, and I know how to forge a weapon, so..."
"He doesn't," Nya whispered, giggling.
"Hey!" Kai shot back, hitting what I assumed to be his sister in the face. "Anyways...yeah. That was...really awkward honestly...." He sank back and looked away, and I paid him on the back. He parted my hand; his own was warm and scarred.
The boy next to me glanced at me, and I noticed his eyes, green as emeralds, and bright like energy. "I'm Lloyd. You might know me as the Green Ninja, or the son of Garmadon if you're like some people." He chuckled darkly. "But...I'm gonna protect you no matter what. Also...you'll need a trainer, and..."
"But Zane is the master of ice," I told him matter-of-factly.
Lloyd seemed a bit flustered. His face turned a little red, as humans tended to do. "Ah, right. Well...I will leave him up to you to...although...do you know your Element?"
"Ice, obviously," I replied. "I am a Julien. We both inherited the same element. It's that simple."
"Siblings can have different elements," the old man next to Lloyd added. "For example, Kai and Nya are siblings; however, he is the master of fire, while she inherited the power of water. And...I have the power of creation, while my brother is a master of destruction."
"But I only recall meeting one elemental master," I replied. "This makes no sense."
"Yes, but...perhaps you will learn in time." The old man sighed. "For now, you will train with Lloyd to harness your power."
Lloyd clenched his fist to himself, then smiled at me a bit. Unsure how to respond, I smiled back a bit. We both got up, and Lloyd lead me to what I assumed was the training area.
"Are you feeling anything yet?" Lloyd asked, a bit concerned. Ever since he had found a scroll while admittedly snooping around my mother's library, he had been searching for the destined Silver Ninja, and he apparently had a gut feeling it was her.
"Just ice," I replied. "Lloyd, what if I'm not a destined multi-elemental? I know you may have seen some text on a fabled Silver Ninja, but is there not a possibility that it could be...someone other than me?"
"I know you have something in you," he told me, holding my hands. "The reason you didn't get damaged as much as you could have been...you unconsciously used wind to break your fall."
"What?" I asked. "But the element of wind...there hasn't been a carrier in a long time, and I don't feel...you know..." I sighed, exasperated. "Stop getting your hopes up. It isn't going to happen."
"Stop getting your hopes down," Lloyd replied. "I know it'll happen." He sighed. "If I'm pushing you too much, we can take a break."
I felt a small breeze turn into a gust of wind. "Wait..."
I looked down at my hands, then pushed them forward. Lloyd was pushed backwards into the training equipment, landing with a painful thud, but I looked up. "You're doing it!" he laughed.
"Ironic, is it not?" I chuckled, and the wind stopped. "Where did it come from?"
"Maybe when Morro died, he passed his power on to someone," Lloyd answered, "and that someone happened to be you."
"But why would he choose me? He didn't even know me." I folded my arms.
Lloyd beckoned me closer, a picture in hand. It was a child, and I was with him; he was following a butterfly, and I was following him. He wore tattered clothing, and his hair was pure black. "Unless he did."
We were best friends. Morro would always show me the wonders of nature, and I was curious. My father didn't mind my going out, as long as I didn't go too far; it felt strange to be a rebel. He would pull me along, laughing and showing me around his world; his most important possession, a kite he had been lucky enough to smuggle, he and I would play with. After several years, he became increasingly distant and bitter, and after saying he wanted to go on an adventure, I never saw him again.
Why did Morro want to go on an adventure? What would he find? What took his life from him when I was still innocent and curious?
"So he really was gone," I muttered. "We were kindred spirits. He was a wild kid, and I was curious. He would find the greatest ways to make his life fun, even though he was in poverty."
"Really?" Lloyd asked.
"Now that I think of it, it makes sense," I muttered. "He must have regretted something. The child became a teenager, and he began to go bitter, almost as if he was angry with someone. He seemed more reluctant to explore and play with his kite. He eventually just left. All he said to me was, 'I'm going on an adventure. Alone.'"
"You remember all this so suddenly," Lloyd told me. "How did you...?"
"It's been happening a lot lately," I replied. "I've just seen things and...remembered things."
"So...what did you do before?" Lloyd asked. "You know, after you forgot everything."
"I was an explorer," I explained. "A nomad. I looked for treasures across Ninjago. I never stayed in one place."
"So the emerald..." Lloyd began.
"The Forgotten Emerald of Wohira," I replied with a nod. "Yes, I remember. The ancients told tales of it, that it held the power of a storm spirit. I was to put it on display in the Museum of History. But... it's shattered now. It doesn't matter."
"Maybe some of that power came from the emerald," Lloyd added. "So maybe it does matter."
"You could be correct." I glanced at my hands again. "Perhaps I was wrong."
Lloyd nodded. "Let's go back in. It's cold and I can smell the pie from here."
I smiled. "Zane has always had a talent for cooking, and my senses tell me this instance is no different."
Lloyd chuckled. "Your senses speak the truth." He got up. "You coming?"
"Of course," I replied, standing and following him in.
"You're just in time," my brother said with a kind smile. "You must be quite tired. Cheer up a bit." He placed a banana cream pie by my seat. "I made your favorite."
"Thank you," I told him earnestly. "I can't wait to dig in."
Zane called the others over and cut them slices of pie, which they took with gratitude.
It was a bit strange, being surrounded by people after spending years mostly alone; staying in one place when I had travelled for so long. But now that my past was coming back to me, I was feeling more comfortable with the concept of family.
The next morning, I arose to find that only some people were already up. Jay was one of them, and he was sketching on a pad of paper; Cole was also up, staring at the bottom of the top bunk. Zane was up as well, and he seemed to already be started on breakfast.
I observed the activity around me. The atmosphere was quiet, calm, and sort of...what was the word...groggy. I glanced to the sleeping face of Lloyd, who was beside me, and then to Kai above him. I scooted off my bed and walked towards Zane. The smell was of something sweet; Zane was making cinnamon rolls. I smiled softly. "Have you gotten up early, my brother?"
"Yes," he replied, turning off the oven light and turning to face me. He was a few inches taller than me; not much. It was only a few minutes until he opened the oven and took the rolls out. "They will have to cool off a bit," he said calmly. "No one will want to burn their tongues."
I nodded. "Shall I not wake them up yet?" I asked. I didn't want to cause them harm by having them eat overly hot cinnamon rolls.
"There is no need," Zane replied with a chuckle. "They are probably already awake, having smelled what I made."
I chuckled a bit too, and looked back to the beds. Everyone was indeed awake, and seemed to be waiting for something.
"Is breakfast ready yet?" Jay asked, looking up from his sketchpad.
"It will have to cool," I replied. "I wouldn't recommend going right away."
Jay nodded vaguely, then returned to drawing.
"What's he making?" Kai wondered.
"He has just gotten the cinnamon rolls out of the oven," I answered.
"I knew it," Jay added. "My mom used to make me those a lot, especially when I was feeling down, they always cheered me up."
I smiled a bit. "What was your mother like?"
"Well...my parents are pretty loud, kind of embarrassing...but at the same time, they're so loving and I know somehow they only want the best for me," Jay replied in a soft voice. "Why?"
So this is how Hanna got involved with the ninja! I'm glad to know now. Great stuff, Z&E. I like Hanna's introduction to the ninjas' family.
In the original, they already knew her and she was already part of the Ninja team, and the emerald incident, which was originally what took her voice, was part of a mission. In this version, she was just damaged in some other areas (her voice did glitch up a bit though) and she could be repaired. I feel like it might be better to save some of that for the future.
So this is how Hanna got involved with the ninja! I'm glad to know now. Great stuff, Z&E. I like Hanna's introduction to the ninjas' family.
In the original, they already knew her and she was already part of the Ninja team, and the emerald incident, which was originally what took her voice, was part of a mission. In this version, she was just damaged in some other areas (her voice did glitch up a bit though) and she could be repaired. I feel like it might be better to save some of that for the future.
Mm, kinda makes sense. That's cool. How long did you had the idea of Hanna Julien before you started writing these stories?
"Are you feeling anything yet?" Lloyd asked, a bit concerned. Ever since he had found a scroll while admittedly snooping around my mother's library, he had been searching for the destined Silver Ninja, and he apparently had a gut feeling it was her.
"Just ice," I replied. "Lloyd, what if I'm not a destined multi-elemental? I know you may have seen some text on a fabled Silver Ninja, but is there not a possibility that it could be...someone other than me?"
"I know you have something in you," he told me, holding my hands. "The reason you didn't get damaged as much as you could have been...you unconsciously used wind to break your fall."
"What?" I asked. "But the element of wind...there hasn't been a carrier in a long time, and I don't feel...you know..." I sighed, exasperated. "Stop getting your hopes up. It isn't going to happen."
"Stop getting your hopes down," Lloyd replied. "I know it'll happen." He sighed. "If I'm pushing you too much, we can take a break."
I felt a small breeze turn into a gust of wind. "Wait..."
I looked down at my hands, then pushed them forward. Lloyd was pushed backwards into the training equipment, landing with a painful thud, but I looked up. "You're doing it!" he laughed.
"Ironic, is it not?" I chuckled, and the wind stopped. "Where did it come from?"
"Maybe when Morro died, he passed his power on to someone," Lloyd answered, "and that someone happened to be you."
"But why would he choose me? He didn't even know me." I folded my arms.
Lloyd beckoned me closer, a picture in hand. It was a child, and I was with him; he was following a butterfly, and I was following him. He wore tattered clothing, and his hair was pure black. "Unless he did."
We were best friends. Morro would always show me the wonders of nature, and I was curious. My father didn't mind my going out, as long as I didn't go too far; it felt strange to be a rebel. He would pull me along, laughing and showing me around his world; his most important possession, a kite he had been lucky enough to smuggle, he and I would play with. After several years, he became increasingly distant and bitter, and after saying he wanted to go on an adventure, I never saw him again.
In the original, they already knew her and she was already part of the Ninja team, and the emerald incident, which was originally what took her voice, was part of a mission. In this version, she was just damaged in some other areas (her voice did glitch up a bit though) and she could be repaired. I feel like it might be better to save some of that for the future.
Mm, kinda makes sense. That's cool. How long did you had the idea of Hanna Julien before you started writing these stories?
Back when I first got into Ninjago, I had dreams about becoming a Ninja. The first version of Hanna, in fact, was basically a Ninjago version of me;. in fact, she was originally going to be rebuilt as a robot after being destroyed in the Final Battle. She's gone through many "phases," so to speak, including being basically a copy of me, Jay, then Zane, in terms of appearance and personality. After a while, though, I realized that wasn't the best idea and I have been working to make her a better OC, with her own personality and interests. Now she is somewhat similar to Zane, but she takes more of an interest in exploring and finding things, isn't quite as amazing at cooking (art is her thing), and is a little shy, but has a big (if artificial) heart overall. She can also be too trusting, but defensive and can hold her own in a fight nonetheless.
"Are you feeling anything yet?" Lloyd asked, a bit concerned. Ever since he had found a scroll while admittedly snooping around my mother's library, he had been searching for the destined Silver Ninja, and he apparently had a gut feeling it was her.
"Just ice," I replied. "Lloyd, what if I'm not a destined multi-elemental? I know you may have seen some text on a fabled Silver Ninja, but is there not a possibility that it could be...someone other than me?"
"I know you have something in you," he told me, holding my hands. "The reason you didn't get damaged as much as you could have been...you unconsciously used wind to break your fall."
"What?" I asked. "But the element of wind...there hasn't been a carrier in a long time, and I don't feel...you know..." I sighed, exasperated. "Stop getting your hopes up. It isn't going to happen."
"Stop getting your hopes down," Lloyd replied. "I know it'll happen." He sighed. "If I'm pushing you too much, we can take a break."
I felt a small breeze turn into a gust of wind. "Wait..."
I looked down at my hands, then pushed them forward. Lloyd was pushed backwards into the training equipment, landing with a painful thud, but I looked up. "You're doing it!" he laughed.
"Ironic, is it not?" I chuckled, and the wind stopped. "Where did it come from?"
"Maybe when Morro died, he passed his power on to someone," Lloyd answered, "and that someone happened to be you."
"But why would he choose me? He didn't even know me." I folded my arms.
Lloyd beckoned me closer, a picture in hand. It was a child, and I was with him; he was following a butterfly, and I was following him. He wore tattered clothing, and his hair was pure black. "Unless he did."
We were best friends. Morro would always show me the wonders of nature, and I was curious. My father didn't mind my going out, as long as I didn't go too far; it felt strange to be a rebel. He would pull me along, laughing and showing me around his world; his most important possession, a kite he had been lucky enough to smuggle, he and I would play with. After several years, he became increasingly distant and bitter, and after saying he wanted to go on an adventure, I never saw him again.
Great stuff, Z&E. I like Hanna's introduction to the ninjas' family. 
How long did you had the idea of Hanna Julien before you started writing these stories? 
