The morning sun shines against the windows of the Overlord Government Building. The full grey walls contrasting heavily to the brown brick walls which surround the building. Looking up, the entire building is a skyscraper, going up at least one hundred stories. Shading his eyes, he walks towards the rotating doors, which are gleaming in the sunlight.

Garmadon slips through the rotating doors into the government building, his eyes down, avoiding eye contact with the receptionists. Scanning his lanyard against the lock, the lift door creaks open, as Garmadons face scrunches up at the noise.

Strolling into the lift, he presses a wrinkled finger against the one hundred button and waits for the lift to close. The doors click shut and a breath of relief escapes Garmadon's throat.

I don't want to talk to anyone.

The lift rattles before shooting upwards, carrying its passenger up to the hundredth floor. Garmadon drums his fingers against his legs, trying to cure his boredom.

The door clicks and slides open, a ding from the speaker indicating that this is his stop. Sauntering out, he pushes the doors of his office open, hiding a laugh when his four coworkers jump at the sound. Striding over to his desk, he sinks into his seat, picking up the letter on his desk.

Scanning over it, he drops it back onto his desk with a quiet sigh. Just another old lady complaining about the authorities not getting her cat out of the tree again.

The door flies open, both sides whacking the walls. Turning around, his eyes land on the Head of Government. Garmadon watches as he strides to the centre of the office, dropping his recyclable cup into the bin next to Garmadon's desk. Pulling his chair into the centre of the room, he sits on it, crosses his left leg over his right and clears his throat.

"It has been nearly twenty-five years since the elemental masters came into our city and destroyed it!"

A couple of workers jump at the Head's claim.

"And since that fateful day, we've been attempting to track them down, and forbid them from our city."

"They still reside here?"

Head and Garmadon look to the right. A middle-aged man with long black hair speaks up. His red robes trailing on the floor. He shrinks back under the heads gaze.

"Sir," he adds on, his black moustache and beard moving when he talks.

"Yes Chen," the Head turns and Garmadon catches a small eye roll. "Now, time's moved on so we can assume they have had at least one child. Which means we should be able to find them all and forbid them."

Please don't know about Lloyd.

"I received a letter last night from an anonymous. They were out when they spotted an elemental master in the woods."

Opening the laptop in the middle table, Head clicks a few buttons before a phone recording comes up on the screen. Head presses play.

The phone shakes a little bit before zooming in. The person has long black hair covering the back of their head and neck. Black clothing covers their muscular build. The camera diverts towards a rock on the left, zooming closer as it floats a couple of centimetres off the ground. The person has their hand extended, aiming it towards the levitating rock.

"Master of Earth," one of his colleagues breathe.

The video continues to play but is muted.

"The anonymous said they reside on the same street. They reside in one hundred and seven Dean Street."

Garmadon glances up at the recording that was left on, the person turns around, their dark brown eyes widen in surprise. Garmadon's eyes widen too, only recognising one person in this teenager.

Lilly, Master of Earth.

I'd love to hear your thoughts and feedback about the prologue! I enjoy reading your comments and it really helps my writing to see what you think about my story! Thank you!

Who do you think the Head is? Who do you think the other three people Garmadon works with are?