Ninjago had been at war for weeks, havoc being wreaked all over the city. You and the other ninja, with the help of P.I.X.A.L, had located where the instigator of all this terrorism was hiding. A trip on the bounty later, the seven of you stood in the middle of a fighting ring in "the temple of discontent and sorrow". Long name, I know.

There was a cold, stone throne at the foot of the room, turned. It appeared to be on a swivvle. Breathing could be heard from behind it. Someone was there. The Instigator.

Lloyd: "Show yourself - We're not hiding any longer!" The green ninja said stoicly, holding his katana tightly.

The chair swivelled around with a noise worse than nails on a chalkboard, to reveal. . . a child? Easily no older than nine. They looked scared. Not of the ninja, but just their surroundings in general.