Hi everyone, so I bet all of you are wondering why I deleted High school the elemental hierarchy, well lets just say I didn't want certain people I know to read it so I took it down temporarily, don't worry I'll put it back up when things die down a bit. The concept for this story has been nagging me for a while and I just had to write it . This first chapter is a bit OOC for all the characters but I need it to be this way to forward the plot and make the story work.

Disclaimer: Do I look like the kind of person who would own ninjago

Warning: ZaneX Morro, don't like don't read

Zane was strolling down the street when he saw a banner proclaiming that next week was ninja week. Excited that he and his friends would finally be recognized positively in the public eye, Zane rushed home to find that his brothers had all received notifications that they would be guest of honor at the parade on Tuesday. Zane searched the pile of mail but the only things he found with his name on it were the court orders that both the tree house in the birch-wood forest and the lighthouse his father was held captive in were now government property and there was nothing he could do about it, to make matters worse they weren't even addressed to Zane, they were addressed to Dr. Robert Julien.

" when were you guys going to tell me about this?" asked Zane

"Oh yeah Zane, good you're home now I'm thinking spaghetti for dinner" said Kai casually

" are you guys even listening to me" asked Zane

"Yeah yeah, now go make dinner" said Jay

This continued for around a month before Zane started to get agitated, the rest of ninjago no longer even recognized him as one of the ninja. Any time he tried to say something to his brothers or even Wu they just told him to go cook or train. Needless to say, Zane was getting annoyed.

Hoping to find solace in the temple of light Zane manifested his ice dragon and flew to the dark island. He smiled slightly at the walls depicting the greatest moments of the team. Zane went over to the pillars of elements and sat in front of his own. Suddenly, at the far end of the temple, a door opened up.

sorry it short, the good stuff is coming, trust me.