NINJAGO: The Serpentine Crisis

This story is intended as an homage to my favorite Ninjago character and the old, mostly non-canon graphic novels Greg Farshtey wrote for Ninjago.

WAY-OVERSIMPLIFIED CONTEXT FOR NON-NINJAGO FANS:

Forty years ago, the five tribes of Serpentine from Chima (Hypnobrai, Fangpyre, Venomari, Constrictai, and Anacondrai) fought the humans of Ninjago in a war that only ended when sacred flutes sealed the tribes away. Later, Master Wu, who had fought in that war, formed a team of Ninja (Kai, Cole, Zane, and Jay), who fought the Serpentine when the boy Lloyd released them. Lloyd got aged up and led the Ninja; Nya joined too, and Zane’s robot girlfriend P.I.X.A.L. (aka Samurai X) became a prominent ally, making all their vehicles. Lloyd fell in love with the Jade Princess Harumi, who was actually evil because a Serpentine plot killed her parents when she was young. The Ninja became allies with the Ninjago City police commissioner.

Then, an event called the Merge smushed every realm together, scattering the Ninja. Lloyd took new Ninja members Arin and Sora under his wing, and later added Wyldfyre too. They went to the Tournament of Sources to foil the evil anthropomorphic wolf Lord Ras, who released the Forbidden Five, ancient evil anthropomorphic animal warriors. Arin’s childhood best friend, the Constrictai/Venomari hybrid Frak, was naively working for Ras, but then joined the Ninja when Arin switched to Ras’s team. The Forbidden Five tried to release the ancient Shatter Dragon of Chaos Thunderfang, but he ate them, and Arin defeated him; Sora then followed him to join Ras too. Frak, incidentally, is the awkward Elemental Master of Quake and a fan of conspiracy theorist influencer Intelligent George, and has a crush on Sora.

If there is any context I failed to adequately explain, feel free to let me know.

–PART 1–

Lloyd got the call early in the morning. Before it was even over, he had hailed Jiro the lightning dragon and prepared to fly to the Crossroads. Zane and P.I.X.A.L. were getting ready for their upcoming journey, Wyldfyre was returning from the City of Temples (apparently with something too big to take through the portal gates), Cole was sleeping, Nya and Kai were dealing with goodness-shattered Jay, and Arin and Sora were… Well, it didn’t help to dwell, did it?

The point was, he was the only one of the Ninja who could make the journey. Well, he could have taken Frak, but the newest ninja had enough to stress over. As Lloyd was leaving the monastery, he saw that the young Serpentine was already training in the courtyard, and Riyu was too. Good. At least he knew they were going to be productive with him gone and not sneak off to some carnival like Arin and Sora did… not that the Crossroads would be having any carnivals any time soon, given recent events.

When Lloyd arrived at the scene, it had already been blocked off by police warning tapes. He saw a familiar face waiting for him, expression grim. “Thank you for coming on such short notice, ninja.” The police commissioner looked about for a moment, a little surprised, and stroked his grey mustache. “Just you, eh? I would have thought…”

“Sorry, Commissioner. The others were… too… busy to come on such short notice.”

“Even those new kids?” The commissioner saw Lloyd grimace and sighed. “Well, now’s not the time to catch up. You already heard what happened last night.”

“Yes.”

“We’re keeping it from the press until we have more information. He was a hero to the Constrictai… The last thing we need right now is panic, and we don’t have the resources right now to commit to a full investigation.”

“So that’s why you called me?”

“Yes. Understand this: we’re stretched pretty thin right now. The Crossroads are technically a part of Ninjago City, so we had to respond, especially with such a high-profile case. But, the mayor has made it very clear that we police are not to respond directly to crimes in the Crossroads—leave it for the “other-realmers” to handle, she said. So, we’re in a precarious position. If we do nothing, it’ll leak (like everything these days, it seems), and there’ll be riots. But if we do anything, we’ll have the mayor at our backs—she’s worse than that old Ulysses Trustable, if you can believe it, and he had to resign for incompetence! How the city elected a terrorist I have no idea… You wouldn’t like her.”

“So… what do you want me to do?”

“Ninja, I need you to find out who did… this… before we have to release it to the papers. In two days.”

Lloyd looked out at the crime scene. “It’s hard to believe we were once enemies… We’ve been on the same side so long, I’d nearly forgotten.”

The Commissioner’s face turned to confusion. “Ninja, I’m pretty sure we were never enemies… Unless I’ve forgotten something pretty significant, which I doubt…”

“Not you! Him…”

“Oh. Right”

“Any other information I’ll need?”

The Commissioner nodded. “It seems he was in active contact with Acidicus of the Venomarai not long before the time of the crime… But you can’t tell Acidicus—or anyone—anything, alright? Not unless they’re on your team! We can’t have the Serpentine getting all riled up… the mayor says.”

“Alright,” Lloyd said. “I won’t tell anyone who isn’t a ninja.”

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Frak looked at the pictures with a quickly growing sense of horror.

He had been searching the monastery library, trying to distract himself from worrying about Sora, when he had noticed a strangely contemporary book titled “Rise of the Serpentine”. He knew he should have just ignored it, but it was a graphic novel! Why would Master Wu—or even Lloyd—have a graphic novel in their library? Now he was curious.

He had looked at the publication date—it was released during the ninja’s most famous moments, it seemed, after they defeated some ghosts a while back. Frak been very young then, but he had heard all about the ninja. He had quickly grown to idolize them—they were heroes, protecting the innocent from the dangerous. And everything they did after only served to reinforce that in his mind.

But this book… what was it? It claimed to be written by an author Frak did not recognize, with a name that started with a “G”. Whoever they were, they were writing a story about the Ninja—the original four—battling Hypnobrai not long after they were released from their tomb, but the author clearly had a very… strong opinion about Serpentine.

In the story, Cole—the ninja Frak most idolized—said to a Hypnobrai (one he had never met before) that they had an “ugly face”, and then called them “snake-breath”. Frak snorted angrily. What was wrong with a Serpentine’s breath? Had this author ever smelled their own breath? Every Serpentine knew that human breath smelled terrible compared to the very snake breath “Cole” had insulted! The back of the book advertised further books—based on this author’s track record, “Tomb of the Fangpyre” sounded absolutely delightful, Frak thought. Why had the Ninja agreed to their likenesses being used for this libel against the Serpentine?

So, when Lloyd walked into the room, Frak’s first question was: “Master Lloyd? What is this?”

“I’m… sorry?” Lloyd said, his eyebrows arched. “What is what?”

“Well, I was just looking through the library, and I found this book.” Frak held the book up for Lloyd to see. The cover depicted a Hypnobrai and a hypnotized Kai.

Lloyd walked a little closer. “You know, I really have no idea. Why?”

“Well, it’s just… some of the other Ninja are in it, and they said some really horrible things about the Serpentine…”

“Frak,” Lloyd said, his eyes tired, “it’s just a book.” Frak began to protest, but Lloyd waved his hand. “I have something important to tell you, and I need you to pay attention.”

“Always,” Frak said. “What do you need to tell me? Did you get another vision, and now you’ve got to go learn another kind of Spinjitzu to stop Thunderfang’s secret twin brother…”

“Frak, stop,” Lloyd interrupted. “It’s not something like that.”

“Are the Forbidden Five back? Did Ras hurt Sora? Did Cinder escape from prison? Did Roby nearly die again, and now we all have to go back to the City of Temples? Did Jay get his memories back?”

“Frak, what if I told you that, last night, General Skalidor was killed?”

Skalidor of the Constrictai had never been one of the most famous of the Serpentine generals. In fact, of all the generals during the Rise of the Snakes, he was probably the least well-known, given his tendency for lazing around after being trapped underground for so long. As Frak was was not born until sometime after the attack of the Stone Warriors, he did not know Skalidor during that time, but he still knew of the generals. Of their heroic traits, and of their fallacies. The generals were no heroes, despite the hero worship some Serpentine gave them, but they had risen up to defend the Serpentine in their time of need—at least until the evil Pythor had united them under a false cause. Frak had long known of Skales, de facto leader of the Serpentine before and after their turn to peace, and Acidicus, librarian of the Serpentine. And Fangdam had two heads, which was always interesting. Comparatively, Skalidor had attracted far less of Frak’s attention, to his Constrictai father’s endless consternation.

Still, though, that such a major Serpentine had been killed made Frak sad. “Why? How?”

“I don’t know, Frak,” Lloyd said. “That’s what we’re going to find out.”

“What do you… Wait, you really mean it?” Any sadness in Frak’s mind faded for a moment, as it was replaced in his mind with pure excitement. “I get to help you solve a mystery?”

“Everyone else is… uh… elsewhere,” Lloyd said.

Frak barely kept himself from squeeing; now was not the time.

“We need to visit Acidicus in the Serpentine village,” Lloyd said, “and I figured you might know the quickest way to get there.”

“I do,” Frak said, “but you may want to bring a change of clothes.”

“I’ve been down the Ninjago sewers to the village before, Frak. I’ll be fine.”

Frak looked about for a moment, as if making sure nobody was around, before whispering: “Not with the Elemental Master of Quake, I’ll bet…” He looked awkwardly at the ground, remembering unhappily the moment when he had first unlocked his powers.

“Right… Well, you do have more control over your powers now, Frak.”

“I do?”

“I guess we’re going to find out…”

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“Word is, there’s a new ninja on the streets.”

The man smiled for a moment, before frowning. “Only one problem. He’s a Serpentine!” He accentuated that word strongly, placing much emphasis on it. “Wasn’t it just a few years ago that the Ninja themselves were telling us to “never trust a snake?” Look where they are now! Without their Master Wu to guide them, they’ve lost their way!”

The man leaned forward. “Not just that! An anonymous attendee of the mysterious Tournament of Sources tells me this snake is a known associate of an agent of Imperium—an agent who caused significant damage to a Ninjago highway a year or so ago and is a known enemy of the Ninja! Well, the Ninja’s minds may be on a leave of absence, but not mine! Viewers, you can trust me, Intelligent George!”

“Before we continue, a quick word from our sponsors, Twin Watches! They’re watches so nice, you get the time twice!”

The figure put down the device with newfound determination. How did Intelligent George always manage to determine the precise issue that Ninjago faced? It was hard to say, but if the figure had to judge, it was likely due to an admirable determination to root out the worst threats to Ninjago no one was talking about. And what could be worse than a Serpentine infiltrating the Ninja? A Serpentine? The figure grimaced. Did nobody remember the Rise of the Snakes?

Well, bringing things back to the good old days of only humans in Ninjago City would not be easy, but it had do be done. And none would be more devoted to the cause than the figure. After all, they had already gotten a head start. And a rather good one, at that.

And if those traitorous Ninja decided to get in the way?

Well, in that case, they would have to go too…

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Cool story. Very accurate to Ninjago!!
Great work!

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Stay tuned for more!

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Intriguing…

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–PART 2–

“Are you… uh… sure this is the best path?”

“Yep!” Frak said. “This’ll get us to the Serpentine village faster than any other route!”

“Well, yes," Lloyd said, “but…”

“What’s wrong, Master Lloyd?”

“Well, it’s a little…”

Frak looked down the hole again. “Ohh… Yeah, I see what you mean.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, Frak,” Lloyd began.

Frak gasped in awe. “You… trust… me?”

“Not the moment, Frak…”

“Right, right.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you… I just have reservations about trekking through Ninjago sewers… for miles…”

“I mean…”

“With the Elemental Master of Quake…”

“Okay, I see your point. But… what if…”

“Unless we took a vehicle.”

“Ooh, the Destiny’s Shadow? Skales Jr. said you used that to go through the Ninjago sewers during the Vermillion attacks!”

“No… we lost that a while ago… though I don’t quite remember how. No, I was thinking we take my new car.”

“A car? How’re you going to fit that into the sewers?”

“No, we drive it there.”

“Why didn’t we just start with that, then?” Frak thought for a moment. “And when’d you get a new car?”

“P.I.X.A.L. just built it for me. I can’t say why, but she always manages to build the exact right vehicle for any given situation.”

“Like Sora!” Frak said. Then, to himself, he muttered: “Another reason why she’s the smartest and most amazing ninja…”

“Anyway, we should be able to take it straight to Ninjago City. I’ve got a remote calling device, too—P.I.X.A.L. always seems to love vehicle callers.” He took out the remote control and pressed the large, prominent button in the center.

“What’s it called?” Frak asked.

“Lloyd’s Pull-Back Race Car,” Lloyd said. “Her names could use a little work.”

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It was a green car with four large wheels, and had a horizontal front lined with gold accents. The back of the vehicle possessed two massive, useless-looking golden hooks. It technically had only one seat, but Frak was able to squeeze in behind Lloyd.

“Are you… sure that’s safe?” Lloyd asked.

“It’ll be fine,” Frak said. “As long as you’re driving safely, at least.”

“You’ve seen the way ninja drive, right?”

“Yeah! You only crash half your vehicles! The other fifty percent vanish mysteriously not long after!”

“Frak… It’s us, not you, remember?” Lloyd started the car and began to drive. “You are one of us now.”

“I know… It’s just hard to think about it like that, y’know? All my life, all I’ve wanted to do is be a ninja… and now, I finally am one… but I feel like I’m in the background, like only you and Sora and Cole even notice me… sort of like I’m a side story… And I probably didn’t need to say all that, and now you’re judging me, and—”

“It’s okay, Frak. I understand.”

“Really?” Frak’s eyes widened. “Aren’t you the legendary Green Ninja, though? Haven’t you always been the one in focus?”

Lloyd glanced back at Frak for a moment, but then quickly had to glance forward again and swerve as the car nearly hit a sizable rock formation. “Ah, but I wasn’t always the Green Ninja. Before that, I was just an annoying kid.”

“You?” Frak said, disbelief in his voice.

“Yes. It took me a while to feel like I was worthy of being one of the ninja… I caused a lot of problems for them at first. Like releasing the Serpentine.”

“Hey, don’t feel bad about that! I wouldn’t have been born if you hadn’t done it!”

Lloyd slammed on the brakes. “Hold on—how old are you?”

Frak rubbed the back of his head nervously. “This is going to sound a little weird, but Serpentine age really quickly in their early life compared to humans, and then slow down to around the same speed as humans a little while after. My parents met not long after the Serpentine united, but I was already an eight-year-old by human standards when the ghosts attacked.”

Lloyd started the car again and resumed driving. “Don’t worry; I won’t judge you. I have plenty of experience with weird aging.”

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Acidicus lounged in his library, reading an ancient tome. This was a rather strange one, he thought. It supposedly contained the ancient secrets of the Serpentine people, but the language was antiquated, so it was hard to understand. “A curssse… on wildnesss? Corrupted warriorsss… A prohibited quintet… ssspellsss and dragonsss?" He frowned. “I cannot even pronounce thissss word… Chigh? Chee? Chih? From Chih-ma? Is this indicating that Chih is a child and Chih-ma the mother, the “ma”? Hmmm…” He slammed the tome shut and placed it down on a table. “I wasss hoping this would have the answersss… But I was wrong.”

“General Acidicus?”

Acidicus looked up to see the Green Ninja. “Oh!” He said. “I wasss not expecting visitorsss…” He noticed a young Serpentine beside Lloyd… familiar looking, but Acidicus couldn’t place him. “To what do I owe the pleasssure?”

“We heard you were in contact with General Skalidor last night,” Lloyd said.

“I wasss…” Acidicus said, startled. “Why? Isss something the matter?”

“Er…”

“Do not attempt to lie, Green Ninja.” Acidicus looked at Lloyd, his lime eyes narrowed. “He isss dead, isssn’t he?”

Now it was the Lloyd’s turn to be startled. “How did you—”

Acidicus sighed and bent his head down sadly. “I warned him not to go… Your sssafety will be at risssk, I sssaid… But he insisssted… And he was ssso close to finally buying back that junkyard…”

The familiar-looking young Serpentine blinked. “General Skaldior owned a junkyard?”

“He used to… In that Crossroads place…” Acidicus glanced at Lloyd, and then at the young Serpentine. “You are here to invessstigate, are you not? I would recommend there…”

“Hold on a minute,” Lloyd said. “How did you know that Skaildor was… departed?”

“There isss a danger brewing,” Acidicus said. “Ninjago hasss turned from the Serpentine before… and, unlessss we are very careful, they will do ssso again…”

“W-why?” Asked the young Serpentine.

“The reasssonsss are hidden to me… But take care, young one… Skalidor is not the only fallen Serpentine in recent times…”

“You mean—”

“Yesss… We Serpentine may have turned over a new ssscale… but the humansss never change…”

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She snuck nervously down the alley, keeping in the shadows as best possible. In the years since the Merge, she had been forced to live in miserable conditions, but she couldn’t go back to her parents… not after she found out what they did during the war. They were too traditional, too proud, too… Fangpyre. Well, she was having none of it. She had survived years on her own, and she had never felt remotely lost in any way. And she had never once been forced to use her bite—her dangerous, immoral bite—and she had felt happy for it. She would not be like her parents. She would be strong and independent and make her own life, far away from them. She would control her emotions, control her life and hold strong…

She heard music. Strange, ethereal music. What was this song? It brought her back to her days as a hatchling, just after her parents had first been released from their tomb. It was odd to remember that, at one point in her life, she had no legs, nor arms, no intelligent mind… but that time in her life was real. Somehow, this music was here… preserved in her memory… and there was an old man, too… with a long, white beard…

It was from a flute, the song. That was nice. It felt like it was moving, moving into the alleyway shadows. Well, she would follow… surely there could be no danger. It compelled her forth, the notes, like a carrot on a stick before a horse. She just had to know where the notes came from, and who could be playing such a beautiful song.

And then, she felt pain, more intense than ever in her life, but she could hardly scream. After all, the song had told her not to, and she had to comply.

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“Commissioner,” said his assistant, “they found another.”

The Commissioner put down the paintbrush, his efforts to paint a model ship foiled once again, and sighed. He had been sighing like that far more often lately than he would have liked. “Serpentine?”

“Yes. A minor, this time, but the mayor said to keep it quiet, as per usual.”

“What do the reports say?”

“A knife, Commissioner. The odd thing is, they say she must’ve been smiling when it happened.”

“Smiling?”

“As if in a trance, they said.”

The Commissioner looked out the window at the streets of Ninjago. The world felt much simpler before the Merge, much more stable, much more orderly and structured. Now, everything was new and different. There were countless species walking the streets… each with their own culture and understanding of the universe. He knew he was old, and that the young ones, like the Ninja, probably had an easier time navigating this forever-changed world. But his hair was white, and his eyes were tired. Why couldn’t everything just go back to the way it was before the Merge, where the Ninja stopped every threat before anything too major could happen, where hardly anyone died, where the only threat that lasted more than a week was Garmadon, where the forces of good and evil were clear-cut and color-coded? Where had that world gone?

“Good luck, ninja,” he said under his breath. “Good luck.”

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–PART 3–

“Kreel, work with me,” Lloyd said. “You own the only junkyard in the Crossroads.”

Kreel rolled her eyes. What did he expect her to say? “Course I do. And?”

“But it used to be owned by Skalidor, former General of the Constrictai?”

“Oh, that guy?” Kreel slid her hands into the pockets of her nice green jacket. She thought it was a fashionable jacket, but she had overheard her employees whisper about it enough to realize she was probably the only one who believed that. Did she care? No way! And they did whispered the same things about her very fashionable hat and even more fashionable purple hair, so she was pretty sure everyone else was just delusional. “He’s a snake, right?”

“Yes, he was a Serpentine, but that’s not why I’m here.”

Kreel arched her eyebrows. “‘Was’ a Serpentine? What, is he something different now? ‘Cause that’d be pretty weird…”

“…In a way…”

Kreel paused. “In… a… way… Huh, that’s weird. Well, did you come to talk to me about how I’ve had to have my guards shoo him away when he comes to ‘check up on how the junkyard’s doing’?”

“No, that’s not it—”

“How considerate of you!” Kreel said, barging right over his words.

“Okay…” Lloyd paused to breath heavily. “Why was he coming to ‘check up on’ the junkyard?”

“Oh, he wanted to see if I was mismanaging it. Of course, I was doing no such thing, since I am a model citizen who would never dare to mismanage, but he seemed to think I was being robbed and broken into constantly.”

“You do have a history,” Lloyd said.

“Only when Areen and Sorla are around—where are they, by the way? I was really hoping to get another selfie with my best friends after that whole Night Ghost thing.”

Lloyd gulped nervously. “Arin and Sora are… elsewhere.” He was wondering what Kreel meant by ‘best friends’—had Kreel not been one of their rivals before?

“Ah, well. If you see ‘em, let me know, will you?”

“…Sure?” Lloyd glanced at the junkyard, aware the conversation had gone off track. “So you aren’t mismanaging, but he thought you were?”

“Oh, yeah. I think he wants to buy it back—like I’d sell for the world!”

Lloyd’s face turned. “Buy it back?”

“I won it off him, but he didn’t seem real happy about it.”

“Well,” Lloyd said, “I think that’ll be all. If you hear anything else, let us know, alright?”

“Will do!” Kreel said. “You Ninja give me a lot of business—when you aren’t confiscating my valuable chronosteel or wrecking my guards.”

Lloyd shifted awkwardly. “Yeah… I’ll tell them to do better when they get back.”

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Frak sighed. This was way over his head. He’d only been on one ninja mission before, but all he had done was follow Arin’s footprints with Lloyd and Sora and then get distracted by the Forbidden Five and the Prismatic Blades and Thunderfang. Their mission had been to find Arin, though, and though they found him, they didn’t bring him back, and Sora left too! Sora… Frak couldn’t stop thinking about her. Was she alright? Or was Ras already plotting her destruction after only a few days? Ras… Why had Frak ever listened to Ras in the first place, before the Tournament of the Sources? Maybe if he hadn’t, Arin wouldn’t have left the Ninja, and Sora wouldn’t have left too…

But at least he never wore a Wolf Mask and lost his inner goodness. He dreaded to think what would have happened to him had he listened to Ras and used Shatterspin. He had seen goodness-shattered Jay, a Jay who acted nothing like the funny Master of Lightning Frak had seen save Ninjago so many times. If Arin hadn’t warned Frak, would he be just as bad? Would he be a monster right now, or, worse, a servant of Ras? Would he be just as bad as Pythor, or the Anacondrai, or Lloyd’s father Garmadon? But even they had an aspect of light. Pythor had helped the Ninja against Chen, as had the other Anacondrai, even if Pythor had later allied with the Crystal King. And Garmadon, no matter how evil, had been officially pardoned for his efforts in resisting the Oni and the Crystal King, even if he had now vanished. If Frak had shattered his goodness… would he be worse?

But Jay had not become a monster. He was mean now, and rather lacking in morals, but he was not trying to take over Ninjago. His kindness and loyalty had been replaced with rudeness and devout independence, sure, but he was filled with ambition, not outright desires of destruction. Would Frak have been more like that, an independent warrior who cared only for himself? He dreaded to think it. Would he even have allied with the Ninja?

Frak shook himself. It did not do to dwell. He had a mission, and living in the past would not help him prevent terrible things in the future. He glanced around. He had been sitting on a bench in the Crossroads, looking for anything suspicious, but he had soon gotten distracted. Lloyd had told him to stay here while he talked to someone named “Kreel” in a junkyard; well, that was alright. Frak knew Lloyd had only brought him along for a good route to the sewers… What else could he contribute, really?

Frak had not been to the Crossroads much before, especially after Sora told him about Dorama’s puppet. Sure, they had fought and defeated it far away in the Wastelands, but what if Dorama had more, just waiting to jump out at an unsuspecting snake? He had to admit he was also a little worried about Serpentine being murdered. After all, he was a Serpentine. If there was someone targeting his kind, who was to say they had not noticed him already? Well, between that and puppets, he did not feel very secure.

He pulled out his phone and immediately noticed that Intelligent George had put out a new video. Great! Sora didn’t seem to like the influencer, and Frak had started to realize why, especially after George’s whole ‘Cyclopses lack depth perception’ thing turned out to be decidedly false, but even if some of it was fake, maybe some of it was still real?

“Word is, there’s a new ninja on the streets,” Intelligent George said. Frak’s eyes widened. Was Intelligent George talking about him? This was incredible! There was even a video clip of him… although, where did they take the video? How had he not noticed them?

“Only one problem,” Intelligent George continued. Frak was confused. What kind of problems did he have?

“He’s a Serpentine!”

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Frak was crying when Lloyd returned. “Frak?” Lloyd said. “Are you alright?”

Frak quickly wiped away the tears and tried to jumble his limbs out of his vulnerable position. It looked far more awkward than he likely intended it, not whatsoever disguising what he had been doing, and he seemed aware of that. Still, he blurted: “Everything’s okay! Nothing’s wrong! I’m fine!”

“You don’t look fine,” Lloyd said. “Is this still about feeling left out?”

“No!” Frak yelped. “Intelligent George talked about me in one of his videos.”

“Is that the conspiracy theorist Arin mentioned? The one who thinks the stars are made of glowing cotton candy?”

“That would be delicious…” Frak muttered, before shaking his head to dispel those notions. “Yes, that’s him. He… he said terrible things! Like I’m less of a person because I’m a Serpentine! Like the Ninja are insane for trusting me! And he used your own words to say it: ‘Never Trust a Snake!’ I don’t understand…”

Lloyd frowned. “Frak, I haven’t said those words in a long time… After Master Wu read me a children’s book I have learned now not to believe. Sometimes, people are hard to judge. I thought I could trust Pythor when I was young… and Harumi… I really thought I could trust her…” He sat down next to Frak. “And look where that got me. I’m still here, and where are they?”

Frak looked up. “That’s a pretty good question. Is Kryptarium Prison even around still after the Merge?”

“Well, Harumi wasn’t in Kryptarium…”

Frak’s eyes narrowed. “Didn’t she bring back Garmadon and conquer Ninjago, and then turn around and do the same thing with the Crystal King?”

“When I said I was bad at judging people…” Lloyd looked away. “I forgave her for that, and then she betrayed me again.”

Frak was about to ask for an elaboration when a small dragon glowing in all the colors of the rainbow flew down next to Lloyd. Frak recognized its kind; a spirit dragon had brought his invitation to the Tournament of the Sources, after all. It was holding a tiny scroll in its talons, which Lloyd grabbed and began to read. His eyes widened and he immediately began to run towards his vehicle.

“Master Lloyd? What’s wrong? Where are you going?”

“I’ll send P.I.X.A.L.!” Lloyd called out as he ran. “Stay here and investigate until I get back!”

“What’s going on?”

“A friend is dying, and we can’t be late!”

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Lloyd arrived at the Monastery with moments to spare. When he saw Kai and Cole standing near the entrance, he asked: “Are the dragons ready to fly?”

Cole shook his head. Kai added: “They are, but Wyldfyre’s bringing something even better: a new Bounty!”

“How far is she?” Lloyd asked.

“Five minutes out,” Kai said. “You got here just in time.”

Lloyd nodded. He felt bad for leaving Frak, but he could handle himself for a few hours. It would be too awkward introducing a dying dragon to a person they would only know for minutes at most… as much as he felt that Frak probably needed the guidance of a better master than Lloyd. Lloyd could probably have handled the investigation himself, or gotten some of the other ninja to help instead, but he felt it was important to be there for Frak, to help guide him. And he had failed. Frak felt even less like he belonged now, and Lloyd was regretting his decision. But what could he do now? He would speak to P.I.X.A.L. about helping, but it would be up to Frak to figure out what was happening with the Serpentine murders in the meantime.

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Frak watched as Lloyd got in the car and drove off like the world was ending. Which, to be fair, was a speed Frak had seen from Lloyd before, when Thunderfang had risen, so he thought his evaluation was pretty accurate, all things considered. But who was dying, and why did Lloyd think Frak didn’t need to come? They must have been someone he wouldn’t have known, but it was still odd.

Right now, though, all Frak wanted to do was run home to his parents and cry some more. He only briefly considered the urge before dismissing it entirely. He had been given his mission, and if he let Lloyd down, then he really wouldn’t belong. If he did not do this, he would dishonor the ninja, dishonor the Serpentine, and dishonor himself. If he just went home and cried, then maybe the ninja should not trust him, and then Intelligent George would be right, and Frak would feel terrible for the rest of his life. He needed to control himself right now.

But why did this all have to be on him? He wasn’t the sneaky, stealthy investigator the other ninja were. He was only in training! If only Arin were here, or Zane! Frak had heard tell of P.I.X.A.L. once doing an investigation too, but, for whatever reason, he doubted she would be here in time to help. No, he was all on his own.

Frak looked around the bustling square. He saw people from every realm talking as if they had not been living in entirely different dimensions before the Merge. It was hard to remember life before the Merge as being on the same world—in a sense, it had not been. It was not hard to remember the Merge itself, though Frak felt that his memory of it had been mentally viewed so many times that it was not quite as accurate as he felt like it was. He had been in the underground village when it happened, but he and many of the others went aboveground to find out what was happening just in time to see everything change. He had not understood it at the time, and he still hardly did now. He discovered his powers a year or two later, when he was getting frustrated with his vocal training while practicing in the sewers. That had been a disaster, and he never wanted to think about it again, lest he feel icky for the rest of the day.

And then Ras had found him. Ras had seemed like a great master, teaching Frak everything he thought he needed to know with the only price attached being that Frak would follow his teacher’s commands without hesitation. Frak had not expected that to be a problem. Ras had taught him how to fight, how to channel his strength into action, how to win. And yet, Ras had also tried to teach him Shatterspin, which could easily have ruined Frak’s life forever. And then, Frak had found out who Ras really was, and what he was planning to do, and that had been the end of that.

And then he had met Sora. Sora was strong and brave and smart and everything Frak felt he was not. He wanted to tell her so badly what he really thought of her, what his heart told him, but he was also not as confident as her, so he could never find a chance to say any of that to her. She would have found the chance by now, were their feelings reversed. That worried Frak a little; suppose she hated him, and he was just oblivious to it? She had certainly gotten annoyed enough at him, at him thinking he could ever compare to her. They had bickered, and he worried that too might be a strike against him. And yet, he still kept hoping on, hoping his heart would one day show its true shape, hoping that, one day, he and Sora could harmonize together in song, accompanied by the noise of a…

Flute. What was that music?

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Note: This chapter does contain a minor reference to content from the recent Strike of the Serpentine graphic novel, though nothing that would affect story enjoyment, especially since, besides slight modifications, the story was written before that graphic novel released. Now, without further ado…

–PART 4–

Three Days Ago…

“Are you the legendary player of the Lost Melody Music Hall?”

The old man in the fez looked up slowly at his visitor, his tired eyes guarded by his many years. “I was known by that title once, long ago… but that life belongs to another now. Are you certain you’re not looking for my nephew Jacob? His powers may have been lost with his dearly-departed daughter, but I hear he still gives a mighty fine performance.”

“Don’t try to distract me,” the hooded figure responded, making careful steps into the man’s shop. “I know who you are. I know what you helped to craft.”

“I see you’ve done your research,” the old man responded. “And you’re getting right to business, too.” He stood, stretching his back with more vigor than one might expect from one of his age. “But they were all destroyed, and we are finally at peace with the Serpentine.”

The figure took an aggressive step forward. “You say so, but I see you doubt it. And you are right: the Serpentine are still just as despicable as in the war.”

“And how would you know that?” The old man asked. “You may act old, but I can see you are too young to have been alive then. No, don’t interrupt; I’m still talking. During the war, we saw horrors beyond anything you can picture. Do you know what it’s like to see hypnosis make your allies suddenly turn on each other? To see your friends babbling on about elves, gingerbread, and sand-covered claws? To see so many of your soldiers corrupted by a snake within them, transformed into the enemy before our eyes? To see the rest crushed by tails emerging from the ground? And then, just when you think you’ve finally escaped, to see a lone Anacondrai coming towards you and to know that, unless you are very lucky, you are about to die? I have seen all this and worse, and I can tell you that you know nothing of the Serpentine War.”

“And yet, the snakes did rise once more.”

The man snorted. “And when was the last time since the war that the Serpentine attacked Ninjago? I keep up with the news. It was Aspheera and her Pyro Vipers, was it not? And yet, she was defeated before she could do any real harm, and most of her forces were mindless undead that collapsed moments after she was defeated. So I doubt you, knowing only what you know of the present day, could understand that when I say they are peaceful now, I mean it.”

“Aspheera will be dealt with in due time,” the figure stated. “But you will craft for me what I require.”

“You aren’t listening!” The old man bellowed. “Ninjago is at peace with the Serpentine, and Ninjago is at peace!”

“The Ninja have betrayed Ninjago, and, unless you are very careful with your next words, I will have to consider you as having done so too.” The figure took a threatening step forward.

The old man nearly laughed. “Betrayed Ninjago? What does Ninjago even mean anymore? Ninjago is gone! The Royal Family is dead or fled! Ninjago City’s faded into the background—only low-rate villains even bother with it anymore! And as for you—” He was going to say more, but, before he could, the figure had him pressed up against the wall, a knife at his throat.

“I told you to be careful. You have done that very poorly.” The figure sighed. “I was hoping not to have to do this, but you leave me little choice.” They pressed the knife even closer to the man’s throat. “If you do not rebuild the Sacred Flutes, you will die. Your family will mourn, but they will never find the killer. And your legacy will be lost.”

The man’s fear-filled eyes watched the figure. Barely able to breathe, he was able to struggle out words: “I… swore… to… peace…”

“Would you let Ninjago fall in your peace? Remake the Sacred Flutes. Make me happy. And I’ll make you… well, not dead, to put it frankly.”

The man gulped—not easy to do, given his position—and let out a meek: “Fine.” The figure let him go, and the man walked despondently over to his crafting table. “Come back in a week.”

The figure’s eyes narrowed. “I do not have a week. How do I know you will not alert your allies to capture me when I return?”

So vanished the man’s first plan. He grimaced. “Fine, I’ll do it now. But don’t get in my way. This is a very mystical process, and I definitely wouldn’t want it to fail because of you.”

“Just do it, and be a hero for the Ninjago to come.”

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One day ago…

Skalidor slithered through the shadowy streets of the midnight Crossroads. Kreel had won the junkyard fair and square, yes, but he had heard lately of severe mismanagement on her part. As a former general of the Serpentine, Skalidor would not stand for his former junkyard being mismanaged. Countless break-ins! Countless robberies! None of that would have happened under his watch! He had the money to repurchase it. All he had to do now was to actually buy it back. And he was on his way now to do that exact thing, and then he would put it right back on track.

But he would never reach his destination.

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Five minutes ago…

The figure looked out at the central square of the Crossroads from a balcony. There was a Serpentine idling in the center, orange scaled with lime eyes. That was odd. The figure had not seen a Serpentine of that type before. Perhaps this was a new type of Serpentine, or a hybrid? He looked familiar… Still, the figure could not allow this scum-snake to pollute Ninjago City. The other species were disgusting enough, but to allow Serpentine to walk through the streets without being accosted should be a high crime, they thought.

The figure pulled out a small flute. The former Elemental Master of Sound had been unwilling to part with this, no matter how obvious it was he was in the wrong, no matter how much the figure offered in payment, no matter that he had already remade it and had been told what the price for refusing to had it over was. So, the figure had been forced to resort to more desperate means to ensure the old man’s silence. He was not dead; it would be counter to the figure’s goals if humans died in the process. But he would never want to live again.

A young man in green ran up to the Serpentine. The figure sighed; so the Ninja were involved. That would complicate things. Wait… was that where the little snake looked familiar from? Ah, that Intelligent George video! This was the ninja-snake! The figure grinned. This would be delightful. But he had to be careful. If he was not, the Ninja might catch on. Perhaps they had already. So the figure had to make sure that this snake was alone before he acted.

A tiny dragon flew up to the Green Ninja, and he ran off moments later, leaving the snake behind. Sometimes, the figure thought, the universe worked perfectly in one’s favor.

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When Frak woke up, his face was covered by a dark bag. What? What was happening? The last thing he remembered was sitting in the Crossroads central square and hearing the noise of a flute. A flute? That was odd. His hands were tied, as were his legs, and he was sat down in a chair. That was also odd. Had he been kidnapped? How? Surely he had learned enough in his time under Ras and Lloyd alike to be able to fight off a kidnapper? Unless he had fallen asleep before then? He had woken up, which did imply he had fallen asleep, but he could not remember feeling at all tired before then.

The bag was pulled roughly off his head from behind. His eyes blinked as they took in the light—or lack thereof. The room was dark, except for what was probably a lightbulb above him, judging from the way the room had been illuminated. The dark did not scare him; he loved speleology, of course. So it was not the dark that worried him, but why he was in it, tied up to a chair.

“Welcome, little snake,” said a voice from behind him. It did not sound like a natural voice, but rather more like a voice that had been put through a voice filter. Whoever was back there was taking no chances. “I am sure you have many questions about your predicament, the chief one being where you are.”

Frak tried to speak, only to realize that his jaw was tied shut. A shame; he had expected his response to be rather clever.

“Oh, so sorry about tying your jaw,” the voice said (far too inauthentically, Frak thought), “but I just can’t tell what type of snake you are, and I really can’t risk you being a biter or a spitter.”

Frak rolled his eyes. This figure had clearly failed to realize that Serpentine hybrids inherited neither of their parents’ powers, something which he had begrudgingly made terms with years ago.

“You must be wondering why I have brought you down here, if your snake mind is even capable of such complex thoughts.”

Now that was uncalled for. Frak knew he wasn’t near the smartest of the Ninja—Sora, Nya, and Zane were hard to beat—but he had met enough less smart people in his lifetime to take this man’s assertions with a heavy grain of salt.

“Well, you make an interesting bargaining chip.”

Frak sighed as best he could from beneath his gag. Of course. Lloyd had trusted him for two seconds, and now he was a… bargaining chip. Great.

“I wish I had recognized Skalidor before I killed him… How interesting it would have been to have ended this there and then. But I did not recognize him, and the child would have been too dangerous for me, and the others were too obscure… So it had to be you.”

This was getting more and more worrying by the second, Frak thought. How could he escape? There had to be some way…

“You are known to the Ninja. You have already been used as a rallying cry. If I show that I have you captive, they will be forced to make concessions.”

Frak struggled to think. Ras had one time tried to teach him and Cinder about how to escape captivity. Why Ras of all people had ever needed to escape confinement was beyond Frak, but he had certainly been very clear about how important it could be. What was it Ras told them about ropes?

“Strength,” Ras had said. “Strength is all you need.”

Typical… Very helpful, Ras. Strength, strength, strength… And no substance, no style. Frak was beginning to learn why that could be unhelpful. After all, it was well and good to speak about strength when one is not presently powerless. But it would probably not hurt to try to remember the rest…

“Feel your anger,” Ras had bellowed, “towards any who keep you down. Feel your rage boil within… and burst from your chains with all your might! Pure, unmistakable power!”

That was easy for Ras to say; Frak had hardly seen anyone stronger than his former master. But still he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to push outward with all his force. He tried to expand, break the ropes… use his natural Serpentine strength to his advantage…

“Are you angry?” Asked his captor. “And here I thought snakes were emotionless beasts… Or is this just a simulation of anger? Meant to trick me? It won’t work. You snakes care about nothing but destroying all we, the true people of Ninjago, love.”

Okay, this was just getting annoying. He would never make any progress if this guy kept blabbering on. How to make him quiet… He mentally inventoried his skills. Pie-baking would do no good here, unless the man desperately needed a chef. He couldn’t sing with his jaw tied shut. Rudimentary Shatterspin would do him little without a Wolf Mask and a death wish, and nothing without untied hands. But—oh! Could his elemental powers be activated even like this?

He squeezed his hands shut. His wrists were tied, but his hands were okay. Good. He felt the earth beneath him and spoke to it in his mind. Break and shake, he ordered, quiver and quake. Break and shake, quiver and QUAKE!

The room began to vibrate. “What?” The voice became worried. “What is this? Were you tracked? Surely even that Borg can’t track you? But I shut down your phone and everything!” He cursed. “Kirchonn’s Axe!

Frak smirked as best he could with a tied-up jaw. What did this fool think he could do against the might of an elemental master? But it was hard to concentrate both on making a quake and on getting himself out of his binds. He decided to ramp up the tension a little. He put all his mental energy into making the room the center—and, hopefully, the only recipient of—a very strong earthquake.

The voice’s owner had begun to panic. “What is happening?”

Frak let the earthquake go. He was so tired… He felt as though he could just fall asleep… He hoped Lloyd would get back soon… Before it was too late…

“May Gahrann curse your dreams, monster!”

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Many years ago…

“Respectfully, your book was a valuable learning tool in the past. However, I believe it has long outlived its usage.”

The man looked up. “I disagree. You should know better than most that its morals must be carried on to the next generation, from what you told me a year or two ago.”

“That was then, this is now. Things have changed.”

“Oh? Do tell?”

“The Serpentine have repented for their crimes against Ninjago, and Ninjago has forgiven them.”

The man sighed. “Has it, now? You fought in the Serpentine War; you should know that some crimes are unforgivable.”

“As I said, that was then, this is now.”

“And I say you should get out. We fought together once, but… how did you say it? That was then, this is now?”

“You never fought in the war.”

“In a way, I contributed far more critically than your fighting ever did. I rallied the people against the Serpentine, not just then, but for generations later.”

“Yet your messages are outdated and no longer apply to the more thoughtful generation that exists now.”

“I thought you told me you read the book to your nephew Lloyd? And reminded him in particular to never trust a snake?”

“That was then. This is now. He had just been manipulated by Pythor of the Anacondrai; I thought it was relevant. He was a child. He’s learned better since.”

“Oh, but you never forget what you learn as a child. It’s why I became a writer, Wu. How better to affect the future than by changing their ever-so-malleable minds?”

“You disgust me, George.”

“Please, call me George Senior.” He paused. “I have a grandson, you know, and he shares my name. He inherited my love for politics—I’ve heard him say he wants to influence the next generation quite a lot. He’s very smart, so his friends like to call him “Intelligent George”".

“For his sake, I hope he finds a better path than you.” Master Wu began to walk out.

“I’ll get those likeness rights, with or without your permission.”

Master Wu stopped and twirled his staff threateningly. “I’d like to see you try.”

“I don’t actually need your permission. I already have signed contracts from all four of your original pupils, and if these books sell as well as I imagine they will, I should have no trouble should you bring me to court for using the likenesses of you and your nephew.”

“The law would beg to differ.”

“The mayor read my books as a child. So did most of the judges, and most of the lawyers. I told you I became a writer for a reason. The minds of the young are the easiest to shape—to twist.”

At that, Wu left without another word. He would not hold counsel with this man for any longer. When these books were released, he would find them and keep them out of the hands of children as best he could, even if that meant polluting the monastery library with this rubbish.

And George Senior’s legacy would end here. His grandson would never find a voice of influence as long as Master Wu remained in Ninjago.

As long as he remained in Ninjago…

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–PART 5–

“Why, hello there, young one…”

It was not a voice Frak believed he had ever heard before. That was strange, because this really felt like a dream. And why would he dream of an unfamiliar voice?

And then, it felt familiar. Ah, of course. It sounded now like Master Wu’s voice, didn’t it? And if he was hearing Master Wu in his dreams, everything was going to work out well…

Master Wu was before him then, slightly younger than Frak remembered. His wispy white beard was only a touch shorter, and his outfit was only slightly different, so it was only his eyes that gave it away. They yet sparkled; they had not been dulled by the blows of three different incarnations of the Overlord and worse. But he still wore his trademark hat and ubiquitous staff, and he still looked wiser than any other ninja master.

“You must have come here for a reason,” Wu said. “I don’t normally get many visitors.”

Frak scratched his head. “I must’ve been knocked out from using my quake powers.”

Master Wu smiled. “Not unexpected. You are still in your early days. Soon, things will get much easier for you.”

“Why am I here?”

“Does it matter?” Wu’s face looked kind. Could it ever not? “But it is fortuitous that you came, for I have great need for your aid.”

“Okay!” Frak said, quick as he could.

Wu chuckled. “Calm down, young one. I have not even told you what I need you for!”

“Does it matter?” Frak said. “You’re Master Wu! It must be something important!”

Wu nodded. “Long ago, I fought an entity known as the Mask of Malice, and the resulting conflict almost turned turned the world stone cold.” He paused. “I imprisoned him in a place from which he had no right to escape, but, of course, he did, because no prison can hold my enemies, it seems.” He paused again. “Not even the Cursed Realm.”

“And… you need my help?” Frak said, scarcely believing it.

“Yes.” Wu began to walk. “Come… we have much to attend to.”

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“It is good to see that relations between the humans and the Serpentine have improved since my time,” Wu said as they walked across a flower-filled field. “Well, for the most part.”

But Frak was hardly paying attention. He was giddy with excitement—here he was, on an actual ninja mission with Master Wu! All he had to do was not fail this one like he had failed Lloyd’s task! “Where are we?” He asked.

“Your dreams, of course,” Wu said, as if it were obvious. “But I have become a spirit, allowing me to transcend into this space. And now, I reside here, leaving only to guide my former students along their new path.”

“What’s it like to be a spirit?”

“It is not so bad once you get used to it,” Wu said, “and there are, doubtless, worse fates to be consigned to for all eternity.”

They walked in silence for a few moments. Frak took that time to examine his surroundings more closely. The sky was ever-shifting: for a moment, it was the ordinary blue of a peaceful summer day, but, a moment later, it looked pink, and then grey, and then lavender… Curious. Flowers dotted the green grass field, with pearlescent petals that would have seemed out of place in any other locale. He supposed that the imagination could get away with anything in a dream.

“So, what is this ‘Mask of Malice?’” Frak asked. “Does it have anything to do with wolves? ‘Cause I really don’t want to deal with that baggage right now.”

“Ah, the Mask,” Wu said. “Long ago, a craftsman made a mask he thought superior to all others, a monstrous mask with horns and eyes and teeth that he intended to resemble an Oni. He claimed it superior, but all the other mask-makers, jealous of his skill, threw him into the fires of his own forge. And yet, he had poured so much of his soul into his creation that he rose again in its form and claimed vengeance upon those who had spited him. For a time, he terrorized the region, until I defeated him and locked him away in the Tower of Tears.”

“Intense,” Frak said. “What does he do?”

“His anger allows him to grow in scale to larger than even you or I as he hovers about, while his eyes have the power of laser beams, courtesy of a rare type of armored slug from whose metallic skull he pried them.”

Frak’s face twisted. “Ew… gross.”

And then, they were there, before a forest grove. Trees broke from the ground like toothpicks stabbed into foam, and were just about as thin. As Frak watched, a laser beam cut through seven trees simultaneously, felling them all at once. The laser beams traced to a huge green mask—too large to fit even on the face of that horrid puppet from the Wastelands—which idled in the air even as it noticed Frak and looked back.

“Oh, hello there,” the grotesque mask said. “I’ve been waiting for you.” And then, Frak saw twin laser beams heading straight for him. He managed to slide out of the way before they struck, but he did feel one sizzle across the side of his arm, searing off a section of his sleeve, and he fell to the ground. “And when I say waiting…” As the mask spoke, Frak saw more laser bolts, and this time he couldn’t get out of the way…

There was Wu, stepping in front and deflecting the blasts with a deftly-spun bo staff. “Mask of Malice, you threaten the life of this realm.” He posed dramatically, his eyes burning with determination. “Now, you will fall.”

The Mask of Malice barked out a strange laugh as its eyes glowed again. “Ohoho! You think you can stop me? My, I’m so scared I could just die!” Another pair of lasers shot out, and the Mask said: “But I think that, maybe you should both go first… Y’know, just a thought!”

“Last time we fought, we were alone as combatants. Now, I am not,” Wu said, shooting a meaningful glance at Frak.

It took Frak a second to process this before he leaped up. “Yep! Alright! Just tell me what I need to do!”

Wu looked confused. “I thought you ninja learned how to work independently? Or was I mislead?”

Frak’s mind raced. “Um, no, definitely not! I can definitely figure something out, one hundred percent!”

There was a pause, and Frak realized that everyone was staring at him, standing there, frozen and absolutely not figuring anything out. The Mask turned to Wu and smirked. “You can’t even get your allies right anymore? If you’re going to bring such weaklings along, at least use your full power!”

Wu glared. “That thought has crossed my mind, yes.”

“Yes, leave this weakling behind and—” The Mask stopped, for, when he stole a glance at Frak, the Serpentine was no longer there. “Ohoho! Cut and run, did he? I don’t blame him—after all, he had you for company!”

Frak grimaced, but he ignored it. He had bigger fish to fry—or masks, he supposed. His quake power would be useless again, because of course his enemy could fly. Quake… Why’d it have to be quake?

He allowed himself a smile. The Mask had not noticed him yet.

“I do suppose,” Wu said, “I made the wrong choice of ally, but I could not wait for a more… competent member.”

“What’s the rush?” The Mask said. “It’s not like I’m going to go away!”

It was a dream, so it was malleable, Frak hoped, as he put all his will into his mind. What would be nice right now, he thought, is two nice golden katanas. Wouldn’t they just be perfect for this dream, he pleaded? They would make it so much nicer…

Wu batted aside a laser, which collapsed into flames when it was reflected into a bush. He then proceeded to block two more as he strode ever closer to the Mask. “You may not be departing,” he said, “but I would forever savor a chance to make you departed.”

Frak held his new katanas out. They were perfectly weighted for his hands, the best he had ever wielded. Now, he hoped, they would serve him finely, even if only for this one time.

“And what will you do then?” The Mask asked. “Once I am gone, what will there be left for you to do but torment other dreamers?”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll find something.”

Frak shimmied up a tree. He remembered King Skales’s declaration well: “Snakes do not belong in trees.” But this was a dream, and he’d never been much of a fan of that rule anyways.

“But what will you do? It’s boring, eternity! If I could have a chance at life again, I’d take it, yes I would!”

“I’ve managed just fine so far.”

And now, Frak was ready. He jumped from the tree, angling his katanas down such that they would slice along the side of the Mask as he fell…

And the Mask screamed.

“Oho, that hurt! What kind of monster are you, doing that to a poor, innocent mask?”

Frak immediately straightened as guilt poured into his face, and said, in a rush (forgetting even proper punctuation): “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean it please forgive me!”

Then, the scratches on the mask seemed to fade back into its surface. “Ohohoho! I only jest! What kind of fool do you take me for, letting you get this close without blasting you into oblivion?”

Wu rolled his eyes. “Such an immature style. He could never compare to me.”

The Mask chuckled. “And you have so much style, don’t you, Gahrann.”

Frak’s eyes narrowed. “Gahrann?”

The Mask’s eyebrows (or, at least, the place the eyebrows should be) arched. “Oh, you didn’t know that wasn’t actually Master Wu? Ohohoho!”

Frak swiveled around and clutched his swords tight. “You tricked me!”

Wu began to fade into wisps of smoke. “Oh, but it was for such a good cause…” The smoke then reformed into a blue-skinned humanoid with armor and a helmet. “Mine!”

Frak slashed at the figure. “Who are you?”

“Oh, me?” The figure smiled. “I’m Gahrann the Dreamer, pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Frak glared. “Why’d you trick me?”

“Because it was so easy—you’re not as smart as you think you are!” Gahrann laughed and looked at the Mask. “I love how despicable I can be when I’m in the right dream… ”

The Mask smiled. “I know what you mean.”

Frak tried to hit a blow on Gahrann, but the Dreamer just grinned. “Oh, I don’t think so! I hold all the power here!” And when Frak looked again, the swords were balloon swords. “You just got balloon’d!” And then, they were in a castle, and Frak was in a jester’s costume. “And now, you got buffoon’d!”

Frak tore off the jester’s hat and threw it at Gahrann, who was dressed like a king. “Hasn’t my life been hard enough? Why do you need to taunt me in my dreams?”

Gahrann frowned. “You’re a jester. You’re supposed to be funny.” He turned to the Mask, who was much smaller now (almost person-sized) and was somehow dressed in a lord’s outfit. “A terrible performance, right, Lord Malice?”

The Mask frowned. “I say thumbs down!”

“That’s the arena, silly!” And then, they were in a coliseum, its stands filled with countless Masks on countless empty faces of countless empty people. Frak found himself holding a heavy trident, and tried not to think about what his clothes would look like now as he aimed and threw the trident at Emperor Gahrann, who only laughed. “Now that’s funny, you thinking you can beat me with something that simple!”

And then, they were in a jungle. Frak realized with horror that he was limbless—an ordinary snake, just like he had been as a child, just like every Serpentine was before they grew their arms and legs. A zookeeper that looked very much like Gahrann tapped on the glass. “Look here,” he said to the Mask, who was on the face of various formless tourists, “at the primitive Serpentine, nothing more than a snake. In fact, legends have it that only the Chi of the Wyldness and an avatar of the Source Dragon of Motion herself—Mother Sun—were able to take them out of this undeveloped state. Look at how foul it is!”

The Masks clapped. “Oh, yes, oh, yes!”

One Mask, dressed as a child, pointed. “Look, mummy! Look at it slither! How disgusting!”

The mother covered its eyeholes. “Don’t look, dear; you’ll get nightmares.”

Frak hissed and launched himself at the glass, but bounced off to find himself back in his normal self, though dressed far too casually for his liking. There was a microphone next to him, and he looked to his left to see Gahrann, dressed like Intelligent George, speaking into another one. “The vile Serpentine continue their wicked existence! Let’s get rid of them all!”

The Mask, dressed like Kreel, said: “But don’t you think we should consider the socioeconomic factors that led them to their current position?” There was silence for a moment as everyone processed, and then she said: “Nah. Let’s smash off their heads with shovels.”

Frak grimaced and grabbed his own microphone, trying to speak, but all that would come out was hisses. Intelligent Gahrann cackled. “Look at the poor fool! He can’t even figure out how to talk! Let’s send ‘em all back to the Wyldness!”

And then, there was fire. Frak noticed that he was dressed in simple robes, and looked around to see a jungle on fire. He saw two figures before him—Gahrann and the Mask, in the forms of Nokt and Rox of the Forbidden Five—ripping a wolf-person much like Ras limb-from-limb. Frak looked away quickly, but he could still hear the squelching. He saw Wolf Masks scattered around the ground, and the Wolf Dojo looming above them. Frak sighed. He remembered this place—after all, Ras had trained him here for a little while. He ran inside, and then ran quicker as he heard signs of pursuit behind him. A Mask version of Zarkt, another Forbidden Five member, was standing inside; Frak dodged his flail as he ran towards the dungeons. He had avoided this area as a student, but, now that he knew how evil Ras was, he wanted to confront the place his eyes had averted before.

And then, he was in a cell, but he had reached his destination. Countless animal-people wailed, screaming for a freedom they would never have. Frak looked at his cellmate, a red-furred lion who was roaring in a particularly annoying fashion. “Could you stop that?” Frak asked, but, before he even finished, the lion turned, and was the Mask of Malice.

“No,” the Mask said, “I don’t think I will.”

“I thought you were Gahrann’s enemy! What’re you doing working with him?”

“Eh, any chance to torture a foolish soul is enough chance for me. I’ll be back to battling him later.”

And then, he was being held by two Mask of Malice-as-Wolf Clan Warriors before the Gong of Shattering. He remembered Ras’s lectures about this gong—hit it while you wear a Wolf Mask, and you become more powerful than you can imagine. Of course, Ras never mentioned that the masks would corrupt you… but, then, why would he? It’s not as though Ras cared about inner goodness. Anyways, Ras was before him now, holding out a Wolf Mask, but Frak could tell that this Ras was really Gahrann. Wolf Clan Warriors prepared to strike the Gong’s mallet, even as Gahrann got closer and closer with the mask. “Don’t you ever feel,” he said, “like life is just completely out of your control?”

“Yes,” Frak said, but inside, he knew he wasn’t going to let this happen to him. He would not sit by idly and let his goodness be lost forever.

He was not tied down. What a mistake for Gahrann to make! Using his Serpentine strength, he struggled free from one guard’s grasp before grabbing that unfortunate guard and throwing him at the other. Frak ducked beneath Ras’s hammer, but could not dodge the many Masks of Malice, who piled on him until all he could do was…

Quake.

Frak awoke with a start.

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