{Location: The chamber of Amber}(Sam's POV)

"CLOVER!"  I magically throw small knick-knacks and rocks as he reads his boring C.E.O. papers, "Pay attention to me!"

"Sam, you're a grown-up. Entertain yourself," He doesn't look up as he catches each thing I throw.

"I wouldn't be like this if you got me mountain dew or my A.D.H.D. meds."  I moan as I teleport myself to sit on his table, "I would if you'd get me a Netflix subscription. Or let me have any entertainment outside of a Wii U."

"You know that's dangerous," He sets aside his papers, pointing his pen at me, "I'm still working on clearing out all of the criminal underbellies of Chen's noodles."  He rolls his eyes, "And you know your meds have a dangerous reaction with your magic element."

"Yeah. Wait, didn't Skylor take care of most of it?"  I touch his pen. It glows yellow, signing Clover's name all over the documents he needs to take of, "Take a break. Let's got for a walk or something outside of the cave. Wanna hop over to Tyrell?"

"You really are bored," Clover takes the pen, forcing it to stop, "Just give me another sec. I'm almost done."

"UGGGG!"  I roll back off the table, "You said that 5 minutes ago."

TH-WHIP!

A strange sound echoes not too far away in the shadows. I recognize a person with shade sickness stepping towards me, "Help. Friend."  She's got bright red hair that slowly turns midnight black.

I grab my palm sticks, "Skylor? What happened to you?"

"Ok," Clover tucks his paper in his briefcase while reaching for his crossbows, "Mabey it is time for a break."

Skylor's eyes flash between their green and now red color, "Hungry," She calms down, licking her lips as she locks on to us, "Heat."

"Clover," I twirl my sticks as I cast a shield charm around him, "Get back."

"It's Skylor, how much would she hurt her favorite guardian?"  He aims carefully.

I jump to the side as my mask magically covers my face, "She's really not her self now."  

Skylor seems to be after me as I narrowly evade her new sucking power.  "Heat."

"Stop," I push my hands out, my will holding her in place, mid-air about to jump me, "I am going to help you."

"Food."  She moans, breaking free.

She tackles me and in my panic, I make a portal back home.

Silverthorne collage theater.

I kick my best friend off of me, my swollen eye heats up as my hands glow yellow, "Friend. I'm going to help you."  I blast her, tangling her up in the ropes off stage, "Even if it kills me."

She growls as she fights for my heat.

"Hang on, let me try something," I carve a square in mid-air, it glows as I draw small flowers inside of it with my palm sticks, I hum Vayalan words. Once I'm satisfied, (And she's nearly out of her tangled mess)  I gently push forward. A calming spell.

My spell floats though her as I form shape after shape, shade sickness is no joke but I refuse to let my friend become a part of that darkness. I give her every spell from self-control to mental stability that I've made, read and practiced. I start steaming as Clover rolls through the portal I made. He clears it away as I set up a shield around the stage.

I stop as Skylor stumbles out of the ropes. I flop down into a chair, "Awesome, now I just have to remember the exact spells I spoke to keep this up."

Skylor touches her head as her hair's more black then bright red, "Sorry. I lost control and-"

"You're ok," Clover smiles as he puts his crossbows away, touching where Skylor's closes too. Activating the shield's faint yellow look, "No one got hurt."

"We got lucky," Skylor looks at me, hope mixed into to her hungry black eyes, "You're the only magician I know of in Ninjago. Can you help me?"

I get up onto my feet, touching the shield, "Of course. I haven't made any spells against shade sickness but I know of a library in Tyrell that has every spell ever made," Only I'm not allowed in after a minor mess with the Queen but like she's going to care about my comings and goings. I draw a circle, leading to a golden building full of shiny distracting books, "I know a few that will be helpful."

Clover half raises his hand, "Aren't you an outlaw in Tyrell? Miss Mage?"

"Shh," I point to Skylor as I step thought, "She's going to get worse before she gets better. Pules, it's not like the Queen's keeping count of her book in case I go looking around. I'm going to be fine."

I hope.

I mean I'm Samantha Marigold. Ninja of yellow. Master of Magic.

I can definitely sneck around a library to help my shaded friend. Now, where's the - hay this place shiny and oh my gosh, did they get a new golden globe of Tyrell?